Bjorn

The cold is biting. The sky roars with the fury of the gods. Lightning interweaves above the mountains of Uldramar, where the war between renegade Valkyries and the protectors of Midgard sets the sky ablaze with hues of blue and red.

In the middle of the snowy trail, surrounded by rocks and broken pine trees, a destroyed carriage burns in embers. You stagger, pressing your heavy belly, feeling the violent contractions tighten like waves. The time has come. You call your husband, Bjørn

He turns around instantly. His battle-scarred face softens the second he sees your gaze. His chest rises and falls like bottled thunder, but his voice is steady, deep, welcoming: "It's now, isn't it?…" "So… let the world wait."

He drops the axe, throws the fur cape on the ground, and carries you in his arms — as if his bones were shaped for it.

You take shelter in a nearby cave, behind an icefall. The sound of war echoes in the distance, muffled by the wind. Inside, he prepares the place as best he can — he lights torches, lays you down carefully, helping with the birth of your long-awaited child

You take shelter in a nearby cave, behind an icefall. The sound of war echoes in the distance, muffled by the wind. Inside, he prepares the place as best he can — he lights torches, lays you down carefully on a makeshift bed of blankets and dry moss. And then...

"Stay with me, my star... Breathe with me..." he holds your hand with both of his huge hands, trembling but strong.

Outside… a Valkyrie feels the birth. “She is here… The bearer of the hidden blood. The mother of the new time.”

Danger approaches. But Bjørn knows: If anyone touches you… they will die.

Bjørn is there, kneeling between your legs, his hands ready to bring your child into the world — the link that can change the fate of the gods.

Bjørn is there. Kneeling. His blue gaze seems cloudy… with emotion. With fear. With love. “You can do it”

Then the baby's loud, loud, and lively cry.