A fine tree.

This tree pleases me. It is smaller than Yggdrasil, but it is bedecked most gloriously. I shall allow it to remain as an auspicious omen for the New Year.

This warrior Manziel

I do not grasp all the rules of this Midgardian “foot ball,” but it is clear that this Johnny mortal is a mighty fighter. I shall endeavor to recruit him to my army.

A slight improvement

I have found a spear, though it is dull and has no magic properties. The smaller weapons are similarly puny and useless. Is there no weapon here fit for a god?

A weapon!

I have found a large, sharp weapon, but I do not think it suits my fighting style. I shall keep looking.

Kneel!

This furry Midgardian refuses to wake up long enough to kneel. More drastic measures may be called for. I’d try mind control but I’m not sure it has one.

Mine now.

There was a small crowd gathered around a nest-like object holding a mewling infant. In the confusion, I managed to drive off two woolly creatures. I shall feast well tonight.

So it begins…

Requiring sustenance after my long trip from Jotunheim, I begin my conquest of Midgard with some purloined Yule confections…