He blinks, staring at the hand on his shoulder. People don't often offer comfort to the gods. No one does, usually.

"Thank you."

Genuine warmth.

"She was...turned against me during that time. She wanted to kill me. In the end...she died. In my arms. Odin..."

And his body shakes with his hatred...until stilling. And his head drops.

"At least she died with a smile knowing I loved her."