“I was raised a Christian, but at ten years old, when I was taken into Ragnar’s family, I discovered the old Saxon gods who were also the gods of the Danes and of the Norsemen, and their worship has always made more sense to me than bowing down to a god who belongs to a country so far away that I have met no one who has ever been there. Thor and Odin waked our hills, slept in our valleys, loved our women and drank from our streams and that makes them seem like neighbours.
The other thing I like about our gods is that they are not obsessed with us.
They have their own squabbles and love affairs and seem to ignore us much of the time but the Christian god has nothing better to do that to make rules for us. He makes rules, more rules, prohibitions and commandments, and he needs hundreds of black-robbed priests and monks to make sure we obey those laws. He strikes me as a very grumpy god, that one, even thought his priests are forever claiming that he loves us.
I have never been so stupid as to think that Thor or Odin or Hoder loved me, though I hope at times they have thought me worthy of them”
Bernard Cornwell <The Lords of the North>