Hel
Daughter of Loki
"I'm sure he's fine, and has everything handled. He always does, you know?" Leif said, reaching out to touch her shoulder reassuringly. He knew all of the old stories, and all of the ways that the chieftains of old had died, but most of those seemed unlikely, and he could never imagine the great Torrig falling as many of them had. He could never imagine his father falling at all in all honesty.