He arrived on the foreign shores of rich fertile land. Excitement filled within him. Lust for battle crept through his body to a smile of the fortunes he’d bring upon his family, or the great hall that awaited him in Asgard. He spotted crows fly across the sky silently as the men on the longboats below spoke of thrills and glory of the battle. How their infertile homeland’d have an ever brighter future of great trade. But the invasion was not an invasion of the Norsemen, but a trap awaiting for them to fall into. The long ship crashed into the shores aflame. The man watched his friends die in front of him. He smiled, knowing he’d rejoin them in Folkvangr, regularly visiting Valhalla to meet the great Jarls of the past. The part he looked forward to most of all was not the glory, or meeting the gods. It was for the day to come when his wife, sons and daughters rejoin with him. I could feel the beautiful Valkyrie rotting away his corpse into an essence and taking him away to his new home. He smiled as he saw his lifeless body left on Earth and he realize that his prayer was answered. He was reunited with his family again for eternity. A Viking’s Prayer was answered.