I'm sure you'd give them Hel ... and I would know, I used to hang out there in a different life.

[ One hand slides down to reel her in at the waist and he shakes his head. ]

When have I ever cared that you weren't a god, or magically inclined, or a shapeshifter, or swift as the wind? I don't think you are weak, Verity. You're so strong that you would put yourself forward and willingly break for me but I couldn't handle that, so you must allow this selfishness of mine a while longer. [ Resting their foreheads together, the pad of a thumb grazes one of her cheeks. ] Besides a bunch of cryptic omens and an even less reliable father, you are all I have left. I'm the brittle one.

The Aesir have nothing as fine as your kind, brave heart that has somehow turned itself toward me. Let me keep it safe?