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“I had forgotten that, while Thor hurls his Hammer from storm-clouds, Odin prefers his strike to come out of a calm sky.”
― Robert Low, The White Raven

“Frankly, I don’t think of us as gods, either. I mean, once you’ve seen Thor passed out on the floor, or Odin in his bathrobe, yelling at Frigg because she used his toothbrush…it’s hard to see much divinity in my family”
― Rick Riordan

“And when you fall from that parapet,the sound you'll be hearing as you go down will be me,laughing my head off.”
― Joanne Harris, The Gospel of Loki

“Those movies... ridiculously inaccurate. The real gods of Asgard â€� Thor, Loki, Odin, and the rest â€� are much more powerful, much more terrifying than anything Hollywood could concoct.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sword of Summer

“If you survive in battle, it is with Odin's grace, and if you fall, it is because he has betrayed you.”
― Neil Gaiman

“He was me, yes. But I am not him.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“I will not be my father's dog.”
― Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances

“Master of magic, god of war, Odin wanders alone.”
― F.T. McKinstry, The Eye of Odin

“I don't understand a word you're saying," snapped Odin.
"That's because you're throttlin' me, sir," said Sugar.
Odin loosened his grip.”
― Joanne Harris, Runemarks

“Odin, not unlike Charlie Brown, sighed, “Good grief,â€� then added, “Why are we going to let this, this, coward on our trip? What do you see in him that could make you want him to come along?”
― Dylan Callens, Operation Cosmic Teapot

“And yet, it was still a performance. Odin and I both knew it. It was a kind of play, a dream of how things might have been if he and I had been capable of trusting each other for a change. And so we hunted, and sang, and laughed, and told heavily edited stories of the good old days, while each of us watched the other and wondered when the knife would fall.”
― Joanne M. Harris

“The man was awake but not glad to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

“My body felt alive.
I need more.
"Valkyrie," Fen growled, eyes locked on my mouth. "Put your lips back on mine, and I will give you what you crave.”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“I remember laughing at that moment, and I remember my son frowning at me in puzzlement. What I remember best of all, though, was the sudden certainty that the gods were with me, that they would fight for me, that my sword would be their sword. ‘We’re going to win,â€� I told my son. I felt as if Odin or Thor had touched me. I had never felt more alive and never felt more certain. I knew there would be no more mistakes and that this was no dream.
I had come to Bebbanburg and Bebbanburg would be mine.”
― Bernard Cornwell, The Flame Bearer

“Hunding, stop skulking in the hallway and get in here.â€�
The bellhop poked his head around the doorway. “I wasn’t skulking,� he said defensively. “I was lingering.�
“Come in. I need you to do three things. One: Find a way to track Thor’s FitnessKnut. Report his whereabouts at all times.�
“Won’t he just circle the worlds in order?�
I made a face. “Thor’s sense of direction is terrible. His path will likely be erratic. Moving on. Two: Have squads of einherjar launch surprise attacks on the Bifrost. I want to know that Heimdall is on guard.�
“Very good, sir. And the third thing?�
“Inform the thanes that as of tomorrow, I will be unavailable for a while.� I transformed my appearance from a rugged one-eyed god of wisdom to a beautiful two-eyed woman clad in chain mail. “I will be living with my Valkyries to decide for myself which of them deserves to be captain.�
Hunding raised a hairy eyebrow. “An idea from Utgard-Loki, Lord Odin?�
“Wisdom can be gleaned from any source if one only looks hard enough.� I paused, thinking. “Let’s put that on a T-shirt. And, Hunding?�
“My lord?�
I transformed back into my true form. “Download cute baby goat videos to my phablet. I must learn what all the fuss is about.”
― Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

“Oh Jesus, oh Zeus, oh Odin,â€� Anya dropped the stick and started shaking. “Oh shit.â€� The bird spread out its wings, which slowly transformed back into arms and the rest followed until it was a man once more.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird

“Melisande lay in bed in the loft of her cottage in Graebrok Forest north of Odr. Wide awake and blinking in the dark, she listened to the mice above her head. Nearly a moon past, her swordsman had repaired a crack in the eaves before returning to the towers and yards of Merhafr, the great port on the Njorth Sea, where he served as a King’s Ranger. His name was Othin, taken from a god of wisdom, trickery and war. What such a one knew of carpentry, well, that was open to question. But he knew other things. Nice things.”
― F.T. McKinstry, Outpost

“Alarmed, Odin announced, “This thing says Mazda on it!â€�

The group took a close look at the decal on the back of the car. Thor brought his war hammer over his head, “What is it? Can I smash it?�

Odin put his hand up, “No, wait. I don't think that this is a god. Look, there are others named Mazda, too. I think these are used to transport people.”
― Dylan Callens, Operation Cosmic Teapot

“I nodded to Sam. "I'll just clean up these boxes and meet you out on the floor." Macy's didn't mess around their shoe department in New York. It spanned two floors, and it was always busy.
"Okay," she relented. "If you're not out in ten minutes, I'm coming back to find you."
"Got it. I was relieved when she finally walked out of the stock room. I wanted to forget this craziness had ever occurred.
Tom bent over to help me as I gathered up the errant shoes. "Dude," he said, "can I touch your arm? I've never touched anyone who's died before.”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“CA-CAW. CA-CAW.
I shrieked and hit the floor.
Okay, maybe I needed a little protecting.
"Use your spear, Ingrid!" I gestured wildly at the ornate weapon. "That bird is not going back out that window without a fight. Hurry, before it pecks us to death!"
Instead of impaling the flying beast with her spear, Ingrid chuckled warmly. "Huggie, it's nice to see you again."
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"If they get to you before I can get you to the Valkyrie stronghold, you'll either be killed or tossed into one of the Nine Worlds quicker than you can say, 'Odin's my dad.”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“He was here. Nice to have someone to hold my hand in the end.
"Valkyrie, I need to lift you. This is going to hurt." His arms slid underneath my body.
I screamed. Almost gone. I struggled. Needed to tell him not to worry. It wasn't his fault. Don't bother trying to save me. Hurts too much.
"What is it, Valkyrie? You have to stop struggling." His head hovered above my mouth.
"There's nothing... left to save.”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“Fen looked mildly amused by my antics. In fact, he was just short of full-on laughing. "Don't snicker at me, wolf. Being naked in your arms..." As I said those words out loud, a kernel of heat seared through me, heat that had nothing at all to do with the scalding temperature of the water. "Well... let's just say it surprised me, okay? I wasn't expecting to be ... unclothed or ... alive, for that matter."
"Valkyrie, your nakedness does not bother me in the least." Did his eyes just flare a teensy bit? "It would've been counterproductive to heal you with your clothes on. What was left of them, anyway. I figured your life was worth more than your modesty." His lips went up in a cocky grin. "Plus, it kept me quite... focused on my task.”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“My name is Phoebe Meadows." I covered my nakedness again with my arms. "I know it's a little late for this, since I'm currently lying butt naked in your arms, and you've already saved my life three times, but now is better than never. You can call me Phoebe if you like.”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“Let me get this straight," I said once I was settled securely on the rock. "I was struck by some kind of magical energy sent from Odin that shot out of the lights in the storeroom at Macy's, hitting me and knocking me into a pile of shoes? And because of that, I'm now immortal?”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“As a demigod - Fen cleared his throat - "I am flush with power. My power can be transformed into the kind of energy you need to feed." As he spoke, his eyes sparked with something feral that sent shivers racing down my spine. "It can happen from touch, kissing, but the greatest source is during the act of..."
Ohmygodsinheaven.
"Sex? Are you referring to sex?"...
"My power becomes concentrated for... a very brief moment. It's all about the transfer of energy from one body to another." He looked wildly uncomfortable. "All who live in Asgard know this already. I've never had to explain it to someone."
His semen packs a punch?”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“Humans don't leap buildings. Stuntmen with harnesses do. And won't my crashing eight stories to the ground be detrimental to the mission? The dark elves will swarm me and take me hostage instantly."
"That might be true, but you're not going to fall," he said.”
― Amanda Carlson, Struck

“Fen referred to my lack of finesse as my sluggish human carryover, which was an artful way of saying I sucked and hit like a girl. He kept at me to become more Zenlike and less like a human zombie while I was fighting.”
― Amanda Carlson, Freed

“His warm breath hit my neck, and my toes curled. “That may be true,â€� he murmured, “but I’m pretty sure there’s a wolf inside you, too. Here, let me help you find it.â€�
I turned, falling into his arms, his lips meeting mine, both of us hungry.
At least one thing would go right today.”
― Amanda Carlson, Freed

“I’d gone from living alone in New York as a lowly shoe clerk to becoming a shieldmaiden with a family to come home to. It didn’t get much better than that.”
― Amanda Carlson, Freed

“And when it was clear that Svipdag was determined to leave, his father gave him a great axe, a handsome and dangerous weapon. Svip then counselled his son: "Do not envy others and avoid arrogance, for such conduct diminishes one's fame. Defend yourself if you are attacked. It is becoming to be humble, yet at the same time you must make a bold showing if put to a test.”
― Jesse L. Byock, The Saga of King Hrolf Kraki