I believe in Gods, but my Gods have no problem with you or anyone else doing whatever the heck you want, and we'll probably end up in the same afterlife...
Around the fire, we can sing to praise Óðinn. It calms the mind and inspires. And I agree with your sentiment exactly - I'm Nietzschean in my philosophy, but I use belief as a tool, at least while I'm personally figuring out where to go in light of the death of god.
Actually I find it deeply depressing. Everyone used to think like me, but then Abrahamic monotheism came along and introduced this stupid pointless fight over what's real and ended up leading to hundreds of pointless genocides of indigenous cultures during the age of colonisation. In my book anyone who carries on this pointless tradition of claiming everyone else's gods aren't real is a dick.