Thrud. She stumbled a little on the jagged rocks of the cave floor. The lantern she brought provided little light, barely enough to light her way. She had to hold the small light close to the walls to read the signs pointing toward the main hall.Thrud. by Iglybo
She wished she had the magic of her grandfather to light her way, but Thor had not inherited such magic and her mother Sif was about as magical as the average rock. And about as much fun in Thrud's opinion.
At last she found her way into the wide open space filled with dwarfs. Thrud adjusted her dress uncomfortably. She hadn't worn dresses since she was very young. Back then she had been trying to please her mother, Sif, who thought a dress was the only thing proper for a young Lady of Asgard.
Thrud and her mother hadn't gotten on since she was 6 years old. That was when she started to train with her father. Her mother disapproved of her boyish desire to learn to fight, but T
Vingthors WrathAs Ragnarök draws near,Vingthors Wrath by AlmostWhitey
The serpent’s shrieking loud.
All Midgard shakes in fear,
But one man’s standing proud.
He holds his hammer high
And mighty Mjölnir flares.
There’s thunder in the sky
And shows the name he bears.
Vingthor’s wrath unfolds,
A force like thousand men.
He strikes like lightning bolts,
For time and time again.
His gaze a thundercloud,
The beast, it fights in vain,
And with a final shout
Lies Jörmungandr slain.
The thunder god rides forth,
His legend stays behind.
Protector of the north,
And strongest of his kind.
Buxton SunriseStanding behind the eyelid of the Goddess,Buxton Sunrise by Seaxwulf
I peer into the leavening dark,
a new light rises like the blessed yeast
as the Goddess takes her fill.
Mother Earth gives out a little yawn
as Our Lady Sun smiles upon Her face.
The sinews of the land quiver in the stillness of the breeze,
and the deep dark of the wood stands against the yearling light.
Smoke rises from quiet houses
as tender families take their brew
be it morning coffee or sweetest tea;
every day is a brand new treat.
And I myself, I find my hands around the wheel,
as I drive toward the sky
where the gold outstrips the blue,
for the Goddess it seems is nearly awake,
even as I twist around the bend.
This town and the next shall pass me by,
a circle within a circle,
going on and going out,
mindless of what we do.
eternal solace and sacred comfort
all along the road,
a stitch in time,
a note in mind.
And my engine rumbles on.
Born from the mist. He woke to see whiteness. There was nothing but whiteness all around him. It formed coils and cold tendrils that snaked around him. Mist. The word floated across his mind like the mist he stared at. He reached out a hand to touch it then paused to stare at the hand. He flexed his fingers wondering how he knew the words for these things. He felt he could remember someone saying the words long ago. He shook his head slightly trying to find the memory but it drifted out of reach.Born from the mist. by Iglybo
He reached out again and touched the mist enjoying the cool touch of it. Then he felt a weird sensation: He could feel the mist where it touched his hand, but also he could feel his hand as if the mist were a part of him. He closed his eyes and focused on what the mist felt. He found he could feel the grass around him where the mist touched it. He reached out further.
He found he could sense a huge wide valley full of grass, rocks and a small river running along th
Norse Goddesses Interview.OC inteviewNorse Goddesses Interview. by Iglybo
Blank meme: OC interview (blank)
(took out a few questions that didn't seem relevant)
- What is your name?
- Frigg: Frigg ^^
Sigyn: Umm Sigyn.
Sif: The lady Sif.
Idunn: Idunn of the golden apples.
Nana: Nana, wife of Baldr.
Thrud: Thrud ^^
- Are you single or taken?
- Frigg: Married
Freyja: Married, and I have a boyfriend or two. ^^
Skadi: Technically married but we're separated.
Eir: I'm dating Forseti ^^
Sigyn: Married ^^
Sif: Married of course.
Nana: Married to the perfect god Baldr.
Gna: Single. Oh unless you count Hermod. We're sort of dating.
- Have any abilities or powers?
- Frigg: Well umm I can weave clouds... it's more of a knack.
Freyja: Well I make crops grow and all that fertility stuff and I
SigynSigyn and Loki wait in the damp twilit cave, listening to the eerie echoes of each poison drip and the sound of their own breathing. Sigyn holds a wooden bowl over Lokis face. Slowly, it fills with the venom of a snake coiled on the rock ceiling. When the bowl is brimming, Sigyn carries it away to empty into a rock basina fermenting pool of poison. Loki is left unguarded; he screws up his eyes. The snake does not wait. Its venom splashes on to Lokis face and in torment he shudders and writhes. He cannot escape, and the whole earth quakes in his struggles.Sigyn by ErrantCrow
Loki lies bound. That is how things are and how things will remain until the destined apocalypse: Ragnarök.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
Never were sweeter words of love spoken by a silver tongue than when he realized that she deserved to leave himand that he didnt love her enough to let her go. And so he told her romantic
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