Baldur feels like he is failing to find his identity as a god. He is not cruel enough to be a war god, sleazy enough to be a sex god, and his weather skills are terrible. Baldur’s new psychologist*, Sigfried, recommends he look into becoming an art god. But the role of art god is already taken by you-know-who. Odin is not only god of war and god of wisdom, he is god of poetry. What do you expect from a guy who cuts in lines at funerals, uses up all the warm water in the hot springs, and always takes the biggest piece of chicken for himself at dinner.

* See what happened to his old psychologist, Sigmund.