When I dream, I’m the hero.
I slay mighty giants in the icy fields of Jotunheim. I brave the blazes of Muspelheim and laugh in the face of Hel.
Between the hours of Nott and Morginn, the All-Father himself knows my name. We hang out. He thinks I’m awesome.
But every other time, from morning to night?
Every other time…
…I’m just Fandral.