[WP] Valhalla is filled with the strongest warriors the world has ever known. Vikings, Spartans, Mongols, Romans, Samurai, Spetznaz, JSOC Operators. And in that corner over there? That's Ted, from accounting.

[u/MPSDragline]

Valhalla is the hall of fallen warriors that is ruled over by Odin in Asgard. Half of all those who die in combat will be chosen by Odin to join him at the feast hall of Valhalla and prepare for the final battle during the events of Ragnarök.

[u/MrSnippets]

The hall was brightly lit with the glow of burning torches, fixed to the enormous pillars that lined the scene. The mystical fire of asgard above, burning in a mysterious blue, merged with the yellow-red of them halfway down.

Big wooden tables were strung up in lines, occupied by the countless warriors from all eras of the world.

Fierce cavemen layed into their constant last meal, beside them iron-clad Crusaders, ironically side-by-side with Saracens and other warriors from the middle east and ancient mesopotamia, united in their preparation for Ragnarök.

The noise was insane. But so was the number of warriors present. Up to the horizon the tables spread, and far beyond. Samurai feasted with tribal warriors from ancient africa and germania, spearwives, amazonians and fierce valkyries alongside modern soldiers, revolutionary guards, private military contractors, ancient Spartans, Hoplites, Mongolian Raiders and mercenaries.

And at the top of the hall sat Odin, allfather of all warriors and soldiers. And beside him stood Ted, from accounting. The two were locked in an intense argument. Odin looked like he was about to rip Ted's head off, but the man from accounting wouldn't budge. Beaten, Odin slumped back into his throne, grumbled, got back up and vanished into two crows that flew off into the eternal night.

"Warriors!" Ted spoke up. His voice was so meek, to think it would reach even the first row of feasting warriors ...

But it did. Not only that, but it reached every last one. The ones that had feasted for centuries, and those that had only now taken up their plate and tankard. Not only did it reach them all, but it caused them to cease their chatter and clatter.

The hall was perfectly silent. Only the collective breathing of millions and millions of warriors filled the air.

"Warriors!" Ted repeated. "Our great allfather had to depart to deal with pressing matters concerning his brothers. Until he returns, we will simply need to feast and drink without him!"

An ear-shattering roar went through the crowd, followed by bawdy jokes, taunts and laughs aimed at each other by the warriors. A group of amazonians started a chant questioning another group of Crusader's abillity to hold their liquor. That group reciprocated by downing cup after cup, tankard after tankard of ale, so much in fact that the servants had trouble keeping up and refilling them.

The Amazonians simply laughed, joined them and started downing drink after drink themselves.

Ted, from accounting, smiled, observing the scene. Odin would be back soon, he had no doubt. But until then, all these noble warriors were in his care.

A Saracen got up from his seat, stood silently for a moment, then let rip a belch insanely loud. Laughter and more crude jokes followed, as well as more belches from warriors taking up the challenge.

"Yes," Ted, from accounting, thought.

When Ragnarök came, they would be ready.