In the north, the World-Tree reaches the clouds. Its shadow covers mountains, and entire towns are perched on its branches. A keg of Yggdrasill's sap is worth a fortune to the Southern Gods. Tappers evade elves and dragons to steal the sap, risking the wrath of Odinn the Allfather. Crow was one such tapper, born beneath the glittering paradise of Asgard to war-torn poverty in the tree's upper reaches. He took his chance to profit off the gods, to become a legend among men... or be crucified for blasphemy against the tree. A completed short story in a dark and unforgiving world of Norse Mythology.Story completed. If there is enough demand, it will be made into a full series. Let me know if you would like to see more about Yggdrasill.Contains some violent descriptions, mild fantasy cursing and language, and a scandalous hint of mild amorous behaviour.