Oh shit (as they said on Midgard). This was not going to end well.
Thor kept his eyes wide open, listening very attentively, absolutely terrified of saying the wrong thing. Things were different before when the Frost Giants threatened the entire realm of Midgard. He no longer had such an excuse with this woman standing before him, speaking of her loved one's sacrifices.
What was the worthy answer? One that did not shatter her faith or spirit, nor be an unnecessary lie? He sighed heavily and dropped his hands.
"Rollo Kattegat, brother of Ragnar Lothbrok, died in glorious battle nearly a thousand years ago. This place where you are, is unlike any land you have ever heard of. It exists far away from your home, from Asgard, from Midgard, from Valhalla, even Hel. I cannot be your god here, for here we are equals, but I can be your protector if that does not disappoint you. Please tell me your name."
He tried his best to be worthy and hoped she understood.