Unlike Captain Marvel, who craved battle, Daisy keenly picked up on something else in the Adjutant's words. She set Mjolnir on the windowsill beside her and rubbed her brow.
"Why did you suddenly bring up the word 'funeral sacrifice'? Is the enemy Deathstroke is facing this time really that powerful?"
After obtaining Mjolnir, she had formed a connection with Asgard. Through her teacher, Doctor Jane Foster, she had learned quite a bit about the customs and way of life over there.
Of course, it should all count as history now. Yggdrasil's Rebirth was not yet complete, and even with Hela included, only four members of Asgard's royal line remained.
Daisy had not earned her doctorate by muddling through. Her mind was plenty sharp, and running a little cake shop had not made her any duller.
The moment the Adjutant mentioned that word, she noticed it.
In old Asgard, it had been fairly common for a wife to follow her husband into death after he fell in battle. Although it was not mandatory, most women still did so.
When an Aesir warrior died, he would be placed aboard a boat along with a horse, some alcohol, and the weapons he had used in life.
Then the dead man's wife would board the boat and row it away from shore. Next, the friends and family on land would fire rockets at the vessel, igniting the alcohol and cremating everything aboard.
Of course, many women and horses were not actually burned to death. Unable to endure the pain of the flames, they would jump overboard and drown. But as long as they died, the result was the same.
There was a complete set of logic behind it all: following one's husband to the Hall of Heroes to enjoy the afterlife, proving one's fidelity,