Kings of the world think they own their way around it, even at the end.

Would you like a gift, Ivar? [ A small smile curls in the corner of his lips as he sits forward, regarding his loyal disciple (weird to think one of those actually exists anymore) with open scrutiny. ] It's been a long time since anyone truly believed in the gods of Asgard. I think, perhaps, even Odin would favour such earnest faith in us.

And I like you, you know? I don't think you're a bad person.

[ Murder aside, and even then ... ]