Throndar wasn’t the best or bravest warrior.
He was weak, but smart.
He worked on the battle strategy for the chieftain, and the Vikings spread across the continent, pillaging and colonizing.
He also was good at community design, architecture, and agriculture.
When he died, he was surprised to see a Valkyrie standing over him.
“Valhalla awaits,” she said.
Instead of the boisterous feasting and drinking, Throndar spent his eternity planning expansions to Valhalla, coordinating serving schedules, and coming up with hangover and stomachache remedies.
He sipped his flagon, and spread out more diagrams.
“This is Heaven,” he said, and smiled.