Astrid serves greasy chicken in a neighbourhood ruled by the sadistic and vengeful gods of Asgard. She hooks up with “Doug,” a handsome stranger with a divine secret and a half-assed plan to overthrow the gods. Doug kidnaps her and recruits her into the rebellion, making her a secret agent assigned impossible missions, like getting a date for a phallic-obsessed god of fire, battling wits with an immortal liquor inspector and figuring out what to say when a drunken deity texts, “u up?”
Now, the only thing standing in the way of a successful Ragnarok is the pathological incompetence of the man leading it. Astrid teams with a bitter, underpaid priestess, a deviant dwarf, a fashion-diva elf, a half-dead girl and a hundred-and-ninety-year-old virgin, declaring war on the gods— and hoping the gods don’t find out.