Deimos sat upon his new throne. And the remaining Gods had lined up to thank him. Odin had done so before and gave him the gift of Balmung, and Godhood. Tyr had allowed him to keep the gauntlets and the other Gods he had met on his quest allowed him to keep the abilities and items he had received from them. He had earned them after all, stopped Loki and the end of the world. Sunna and Mani, her brother and God of the Moon, had been next in line.

Sunna spoke up, Mani just stood there with a small smile on his face. "My husband had thanked you for saving me but I have not, so I am here to present our gift. As a God, you must have creatures to pull your own chariot." Then two large metal wolves appeared before him and took their places at his sides. The one on his right was golden with bright green gems for eyes; the other was silver with deep purple gems for eyes.

The Valkyries were next and told him that as an undead warrior he was a King amongst the Einherjar, the Heroes they pulled from the battlefield upon death and that they would be behind him in any battle he required them.

Heimdall was next and Deimos recognized him from the gates. Heimdall presented him with a smaller version of his horn. Heimdall smiled. "So that you may travel to and from Midgard as you please."

More and more showed up, mostly just gave him gifts of gold and other precious metals. When the feast was over and everyone had left, Odin pulled him aside once again.

"You had started your journey as an Outlander, but you finish looking like a true Norseman." Deimos looked at down himself at the feather cloak and the fur clothing and realized he was right. Even his beard had grown a bit longer and resembled a more Northern appearance.

Deimos only used one gift right away, Heimdall's horn; he called forth his personal Bifrost Bridge and descended into the Supreme Jarl's quarters. It was in the middle of the night and the man lay asleep in his bed, Deimos looked at him disgustingly. He prodded him lightly with Balmung and woke him with a start.

"Outlander!? How!? I personally executed you!"

"Indeed you did, but the Gods welcomed me amongst their own and I have a throne upon Asgard." Deimos leaned on Balmung.

"So, you've come to take revenge upon me?"

"The opposite in fact, I wished to thank you. If you had not killed me, I would have never been able to earn a place amongst the Aesir." Deimos hefted up the huge blade and withdrew Heimdall's horn, he blew it and its deep note resonated around the small chambers and the Supreme Jarl watched as the new God disappeared with a flash of colors.