If you love tales of the lands on the shores of the North Atlantic of old then here is a satisfying one: Styrbiorn the Strong by E.R. Eddison. It was his first novel, apparently, and he himself was dissatisfied with the way it ended, though I was not. I think the ending does not deliver actually what it suggests, but the suggestion was enough for me.
It ends in Valhalla itself.
This novel is in the archaic style and with archaic language (to Eddison none compares for sustained and glorious usage of archaic diction–I must have read most of the book aloud, it is just hard not to listen to it), is taken from some scraps of history in the sagas, and reconstructs the story of the central figure. It is full of the north, of the ways of the Swedes at the end of the first millennium, of the Danes, the intermingled Icelanders, Jutlanders and Jomsburgers, and all their viking ways. The book is leaner than The Worm; the chapters go very swiftly but with purpose, and Eddison’s admirable gift for revealing the situations the characters face one of the best things. He was enviably good at his characters (and they come alive in the medium of Eddison’s language), his lawgivers and counselors, brash young warriors, shrewd kings, cowardly kings and dastards, and, of course, the women.
You can pick up a copy, in some places, for $200. Out of print and rare, is the word. Worth finding; I enjoyed the library’s copy immensely.