‘Vigrid the plain is called, where in fight shall meet Surt and the gentle Gods” - Vafþrúðnismál . Long foretold, at the plain called Vigrid, in the time called Ragnarok, the greatest of all battles ends in defeat, and death for almost all the gods. Knowing this, yet still they fight: bravely, hopelessly, as their Wyrd demands. Death is not denied, even for Aesir. One question only: for them, as for us. Not ‘if’ to die. But ‘how.’ I will see you, friend, in the field of deeds, at Ithavoll. Or not.