"Höðr?" Thor scoffs, staring down at the alleged would-be-god with suspicion. Could he be trying to have a laugh? Did Loki put him up to this? This man is as much Hoder as Thor is Donald Blake.

"Reborn indeed," he says, still eying Ty with distrust. "Höðr is old and blind, and I have no quarrel with Baldr. If you are of Asgard, as you claim, you are surely from some sister realm. The workings of the magic here have no rhyme or reason, but the island is fond of that trick, pulling us from different versions of the same place."