The grand hall was filled with an expectant silence as Magnus, son of Frey, took the stage. His task was to participate in the Flyting battle, a war of words. But this time, Magnus chose a different approach.

"Mallory Keen," he began, "A swordswoman of unparalleled skill, and a master of the art of cursing. Her bravery and dedication saved countless young lives."

He then turned to Halfborn Guenderson. "A Viking at heart, Halfborn is a formidable warrior. With every battle he fights, he brings honor to his clan and our realm."

Magnus then gestured towards Hearthstone. "Born deaf, he found strength in his silence. Forced to pay his dead brother's wergild, he showed his resilience. As a rune caster, he's second to none."

The room fell silent as Hearthstone's partner, Blitzen, laid a hand on Hearth's pregnant belly, confirming the giant's assertion. It was a tender moment amidst the Flyting battle.

Magnus then turned to Blitzen. "A craftsman of the highest order. His love for Hearth is only outmatched by his love for crafting. His victory over Junior in a crafting competition is a testament to his skills."

The crowd laughed as Magnus expressed his surprise that Hearth had let Blitzen knock him up. Hearth blushed, but his proud smile was a clear acceptance of the compliment.

Finally, Magnus addressed Lily Jane Grey. "The first half-elf, half-human born in history. Abandoned by her parents, she never let that define her. Lily's willingness to break probation rules for her friends shows her loyalty and courage."

He mentioned how Lily ran away from eight group homes, a testament to her resilience. The crowd nodded, recognizing the hardships she had to endure and overcome.

As Magnus finished his unorthodox Flyting, the room filled with applause. His words of praise and respect echoed through the hall, a testament to the strength and courage of his friends.

The Flyting battle ended not with insults, but with a newfound respect for each other. Magnus's words were a reminder of their strength, their sacrifices, and their dedication to Asgard.

As Magnus stepped off the stage, he was met with smiles and claps on the back. His friends appreciated his words, and the reminder of why they fought so hard for Asgard.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and camaraderie. The Flyting had brought them closer together, reminding them of their shared struggles and victories.

As the night drew to a close, Magnus looked around at his friends. He was grateful for each one of them. Their bravery, their resilience, their love for Asgard. Each one was a testament to the strength of their realm.

Magnus knew that the battles ahead would be tough. But with friends like these by his side, he knew they could face anything. The Flyting had reminded him of their strength, and it filled him with hope.

As Magnus retired for the night, he couldn't help but smile. The Flyting battle had been a success. Not only had he managed to avoid insulting anyone, but he had also reminded his friends of their worth.

Magnus's Flyting had been a testament to the power of words. He had used his words to uplift, to praise, to remind everyone of their strength. And in doing so, he had brought them closer together.

As Magnus drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel content. He had done his part in the Flyting, and he had done it well. He was proud of his friends, and he knew they were proud of him too.

Magnus dreamt of Asgard, of his friends, and of the battles they would face together. He dreamt of their victories, their struggles, and their unwavering dedication to their realm. And he woke up ready to face whatever came their way.

Magnus woke up with a smile on his face. He was grateful for the Flyting, and for the chance to remind his friends of their worth. He was grateful for their strength, their courage, and their unwavering dedication to Asgard.

Magnus knew that the future held many battles. But he also knew that with his friends by his side, they could face anything. The Flyting had reminded him of this, and it filled him with hope.

Magnus couldn't help but feel proud. Proud of his friends, proud of Asgard, proud of himself. The Flyting had been a success, and it had reminded him of the strength of his friends.

As Magnus prepared for the day ahead, he couldn't help but smile. He was ready for whatever came their way. And he knew that with his friends by his side, they could face anything.

As Magnus left his quarters, he was met with smiles and greetings. His friends were ready for the day ahead, and they were ready to face it together. The Flyting had brought them closer together, and they were ready for whatever came their way.

Magnus couldn't help but feel grateful. Grateful for his friends, grateful for Asgard, grateful for the Flyting. He knew that with his friends by his side, they could face anything. And he was ready to face it with them.