Mictain smirked. The Viking didn’t seem to be afraid. Of course, if he was, he’d never how it. That was the way of Vikings. Well, it didn’t matter. Abandoning the smirk, he gave the god a slight glare.

"I want to know just what you are playing at," he said coolly. "You’ve been spending a bit too much time around Uriel for my liking. Just say what you want of her, since I won’t allow you to do anything that might harm her child."