#Hefna

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Hefna by Danheim 🎧

[ficuszone]

Headcannons Slender 's Brothers

The lineage of the Faceless

▫️Kabadath had a younger brother. They lived in different parts of the forest, but at the same time they had a good relationship.

▫️Like Kabadath, the younger one also had a wife (they had only one child in their marriage – a Trenderman).

▫️Kabadath had a wife Miranda (in their marriage there were 4 children – Splendorman, Slenderman, Tenderman and Loverman)

▫️The oldest children can be considered Splendorman and Loverman – they are twins (Although Splendi is still a few minutes older than Lovera)

▫️Trenderman's parents died (mother died in childbirth, and father shortly after that). Kabadath took Trender under the care of his family and raised him as a native.

▫️Slenderman and Tenderman are twins. Despite the fact that they are twins they do not have a very good relationship

▫️The Offenrman appeared later than everyone else, because he is not 100% faceless. He was human. Splendorman found Off and saved him.

Age of the Faceless

Kabadath – 5,779

Splendorman – 3,734

Loverman – 3,734

Trenderman – 3,530

Slenderman – 3 226

Tenderman – 3,226

Offenderman – 2,425

Music that I associate with faceles

Danheim - Asablót

Danheim & Gealdyr - Ymir

Danheim- Hefna

[misfit-among-the-angels]

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[gnomesven]

I ended up buying a Bonewidow since the grind for Necramechs fucking sucks, and I've realized I can now do the new war I have a bit of a plan for the quest though, gonna put it down here so I don't forget it Frame: Harrow Primary: Fulmin (modded for crit with some corrosive mixed in) Secondary: I don't have too many good secondaries atm so I'll just go with my shitty sonicor as usual (I should mod it properly but I'm saving my catalysts for a better weapon) Melee: more likely than not I'll bring the Xoris Necramech: Bonewidow (ofc) Railjack: my tanky ass railjack Hefna

[battle-spectrum]

"Ec strengi'c þess heit" (I make a pledge)

"at ec mun hefna þín oc ørløgvef slíta" (that I will avenge you and cut the thread of fate)

"oc heita hverrs manns níþingr ella." (or be scorned a coward by everyone.)

Special thanks to /u/Low-Management-3085 on reddit for translating and transliterating Amleth's chant at the end of the film.

[human-antithesis]

Eigi hefr á augu, unnskíðs komit síðan

Eigi hefr á augu unnskíðs komit síðan - dyggr dó af und eggjar - oddstefnum meir svefnar, síz hræstorðar harðan hjǫrs gerðu styr bǫrvar ótt, ðeirs Áleif létu allsaklausan falla. Ákkat hægt af hægu - hljóð veiti mér sveitir! - enn í elli minni ívegsstafi segja, síz vel hressan vissak vápna Njǫrð at jǫrðu: minn es sonr at sǫnnu, snjállr aflstuðill, fallinn. Efna hygg, þats Yggjar ek hef heitit mǫ́ feita. Sundlíri flýgr sára svangr fyr eyrar tanga. Veitk, at vér munum hljóta - vel ´s fallit þat – allir, - hljómr´s af hjǫrva glaumi- Hallgrímr, farar tíma. Mótreyni klaufk mána malma braks í jaxla, segg létk alms í augu eitt hǫgg staðar leita. Sákat hitt, at hrykki hringmerkðr fetilstingi: hné gunnlogi, Gunnar gjallharðan sák falla. Vér hǫfum felda fjóra - feng telk í því drengjum - brátt, þeirs blóðgan létu Bjargeyjar son deyja. Einn ar órum mǫnnum - Eir vas sollin geira: Þj��nn vas hæfðr með hlunni - Hallgrímr kveðr nú fallinn. Brátt gekk sonr, þás sótti Sunnar bliks at runni, - hvatr frák at brá bitum blóðísi – Geirdísar. Enn réð Eyjolfr minnask eggleiks við kyn seggja, geira Baldr, at gjalda gunnbliks fyrir runnum. Heldr hǫfum heiptir goldit, Hallgrímr, saman allir - vígs iðrumk þess þeygi - Þjóðreks sonum stórar. Urðu æski-Nirðir addregns of sǫk vegnir; ǫr þjóða veitk eyði inngjarna Þórbjarnar. Nú´s jafnǫndum fram ganga, varra elds þeirs vilja viggs temjanda fremja. Vesa kveða – hǫgg enn hǫggvin hjǫrs saklaussa bǫrva Ísfirðingum urðu eirlaust – farit trausti. Hlógu herðidraugar hvinnendr of sók minni fróns, þás frænda mínum fellidómr réð bella. Nú tér – vegnir vǫ́ru víg- Njǫrðungar hǫrðu - hafs í hverju bjargi hóts annan veg þjóta! Hallgrímr, skulum heiman - hlítik vætki líta uggi mestu ok ógnir íðvargs – ór stað bíða, enn víg þaus vér vǫ́gum - vildak aldri glalda geira gæti ǫ́ru - gǫrvǫll í strá falla. Varðat viggja Njǫrðum, Valbrands sionum, handan - þess minnumk nú – Þvinnils þvengr vanbundinn lengi, þás, skerfoldar, skyldi - skjalda hlums á sumri garðr svall – gǫfug sólar gefn, míns sonar hefna. Þat mun vestr ok vestan - varð ǫ́r roðin sára - orð til Ísafjarðar oddregns koma þegna, at til geira glettu gunn-nærungar færi - vægr es vǫxtr í augum Valbrands sonum – handan. Nú ´s jódraugum ægis arnar flaug of bauga: Hygg, at heimboð þiggi hangagoðs af vangi.

[ENGLISH - No one realises, all the driftwood drifting ashore ever since]

No one realises, all the driftwood drifting ashore ever since - loyal people died through evil blades - spearheads stronger than sleep, since swords have brought the curse of war and many corpses, fear brought down all innocent ones. It was customary simply to revenge - silence supports swords! - but evil staves say that it is well-known that Njǫrðr's weapon is on earth - mine is the son of sons, a good and strong seaman, fallen. Deal the blow, Yggr shall do as I've commanded. Fat he shall become. The fish fleas from the wounds, hungry at the end of the sandbank. I know we will suffer - as it is just - everyone - led by the loud feast of swords - Hallgrímr the most. On the other side the moon breaks, metal breaks teeth where the foe aims a blow with this eyes. At the point where the stab of the blade enters his side. Gunnar falls screaming painfully. We four were hiding - come, count the heroes - they let the son of Bjarkey fall, bleeding. He was one of our men - copper, made by the sun: those involved were equally strong in boats - Hallgrímr sends to the fallen. The son climbed to the place where Sunnar came from - to let iron bite the brows - to the Geirdísar. But as Eyjólfr correctly remembers, this way of fighting, the great Baldr, can be called a heroic deed in war. All great sons of Þjódrekr, Hallgrímr, together have brought retaliation - this is never regretted in times of war. The kin of the Æsir was spared such terrible fate; the folk knows about the begin of Þórbjǫrn's downfall. Now something equally bad happens like their fire's warning teaches the killing. It is said - blows dealt by swords left the innocent people of Ísafjǫrðr without copper - they went self-confident. Laughing women of the powerful revenants on their quest for the memory of salvation, so that my fallen damned relatives will be treated properly. Now the sea brings safety - since the kin of Njǫrðr is on our side - to everyone on their different ways! Hallgrímr, we should head home - like being on fins and being treated like an evil wolf - from this place where we lingered, but their kin we slew - as it is apt, without the help of others - to finally fall to the straw ourselves. This way it was possible for you to fight, loyal to the sword-wood! Unlike the ash tree, we rise horribly with the sun. I remember the fall of most men on the mountain slide. Those terrible men should be sought in the damned west. The horses of the retainers, Valbrandr's sons, were expected there - this is now remembered - already bound by fate for a long time, praise to the people from the skerries - cooling their shields at the southern stead - and to the sun for the revenge of my son. Word will come to the west - it was from a reddish wound - over the tips of the waves to Ísafjǫrðr's people sent to let the struggle grow old - balance grew in the eyes of Valbrandr's sons. Now eagles, Ægir's undead horses flew across the waves. Remember that this feast reminds the god of the hanged of the battle field.

[stumpohh]

Higher dann hugh hefna

[43masiva]

Danheim - Hefna

[waiting4inspiration]

Hefna XVIII: Fararleyfi

Summary: Everything comes to an end. But most of the time, the end is just the beginning. and at least you get to say goodbye to your father.

Warnings: strong language, fluff, mostly angst, mentions of death, mentions of a corpse

Word Count: 2,089

A/n: Epilogue to follow tonight!!! This part is uncheck so please forgive any mistakes

Hefna Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

Waking up before the sun rises, the space barren next to you where Estadir should be, and loud talking - almost shouting - coming from outside makes you smile. To think that everything can now go back to what it was excites you. No more fighting, no more innocent being lost. You can leave your past behind you now and focus on your future.

Then you remember Vidar. He’s still alive - as far as you know. But you tell yourself not to think about him and not to worry about what will happen. Revenge isn’t what Virheia stands for so neither should you. His fate is in Ivar’s hands and you’re sure that he will do what he thinks is right. So, why do you keep wondering what Ivar will do to Vidar?

When you walk out of your tent, the sky is lighter and the sun is just starting to rise. Estadir spots you, gives the man he had been talking to beside him a pat on the shoulder and a nod before he walks over to you. “I thought you would sleep in a while longer. Considering that you were restless during the night,” he speaks when he reaches you, his hand reaching out to take yours as you breathe out a long sigh. “Bad dreams?”

“You know I barely remember my dreams,” you whisper as you look down at your hand in his. “But there was something, now that I think about it. Something I vaguely remember.” You continue to stare down at your entwined hands, biting the inside of your cheek and you slowly close your eyes to try and think more about your dream. “Something about your family.”

Estadir shifts on his feet making your eyes snap open and your head to lift. “That’s all you remember?” You nod your head. “You have every reason to think of your father now. And your family,” he gently says, a smile breaking on your face as his fingers slowly run up and down the back of your hand. It always warms his heart when you smile. He would do anything to keep you smiling.

“I must go into Kattegat to buy some things we still need before leaving,” Estadir states even though he knows it will go against what he wants and will take the smile off your face.

It does and it makes your head drop between your shoulders as you nod your head. “I will come with you,” you mention, expecting him to fight back and find a reason for you to stay in the camp. Instead, he smiles and leads you towards his horse and yours.

You both ride to Kattegat for what will probably be the last time with a few other people accompanying you. Riding next to Estadir, you can’t help but think about when you two will be traveling again, going through the wild and living off the land. Thinking of Holar where you and Estadir will marry and then at the thought that the Gods have blessed you with a child after this war makes you smile again.

In the city, you and Estadir go around the market, looking for things that had been lost when Vidar attacked the camp. Things like extra blankets for when it starts getting cold and then some foods you’ll need that you won’t be able to get from hunting.

Something grabs your attention when you reach the center of the city. Turning your head, a gasp catches in your throat and your hand covers your mouth at the sight of Vidar’s body hanging from two poles. His back is cut open and his lungs draped over his shoulders. You’ve never seen something so brutal before, considering that you saw Vidar kill your father.

You step forward, walking away from Estadir with your eyes fixed on Vidar’s body. Swallowing harshly as you slowly drop your hand from your mouth, you stop walking when you’re a few feet from the display. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone walking towards you but you somehow can’t seem to pull your head away.

“I thought you would be there last night to see him die,” Ivar speaks, his voice making you finally turn your head. You stare at him, your eyes wide and your heart hammering away in your chest. “He was, after all, the man that killed-”

“I know,” you snap, taking a small step away from him. “Maybe I would have…” You trail off, stop yourself, and shake your head to yourself and you stare at the ground. You don’t want to say that you would have come last night if you knew because you don’t know if that would be true. If you knew that Ivar would kill Vidar like this, you’re not sure if you would have even come. “Revenge means something completely different to you and me. To your Gods and to mine.”

Ivar frowns at you, his eyes running over your face to try and understand what you’re talking about. “You don’t think he deserved this?” He points to the body on display but you don’t look back at it. You carry on looking at him. “After what he did to your family? And your people?”

“Maybe he did. But it’s not for me to decide what happens to him because of that.”

“Then why did you come? Why did you agree to help me in the war?” His voice is now getting louder, drawing attention from others around you.

“Because I…” You sigh, run your hands through your hair to calm yourself. You don’t want to shout just because he’s shouting. You need to remain calm. “Because I thought that he would die in war. That you would decide to kill him on the battlefield instead of making a show for your people,” you explain.

He narrows his eyes at you and takes a step forward, but you step backward. “Because that’s the way your people do things.”

“Well, we don’t go around killing innocent people for their gold and cities,” you fight back, keeping your head held high as he steps back slightly in shock. “I saved your life when I found you injured on a battlefield. And I didn’t ask for anything in return. Now, you killed the man that killed my father, my mother, and my siblings. I consider us even now,” you say, your head turning slightly to the side to see Estadir walking towards you.

He looks a bit distressed, especially as his eyes move up to the grotesque display of Vidar’s corpse hanging above your head. “Goodbye, Ivar,” you whisper, turning around to start walking towards Estadir again, who has now stopped in his tracks.

Ivar stares at Estadir as you walk and Estadir stares at him with a stern gaze. Neither of them move or say anything, not even nod to each other. When you reach Estadir, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and turns around to walk away with you. Ivar doesn’t want to go after you anymore. He turns and walks away, back to the Great Hall, telling himself that it’s useless looking back at you.

It feels like home again, traveling on the road with the sun above you and the horizon never-ending. Like always, Estadir rides in front of the moving tribe and you farther back. The sounds of your horse’s hooves hitting the stones start to drone out in a repetitive clip-clop.

Your vision starts to blur slightly, making you blink and take a deep breath. But it’s like the sun’s starting to shine too bright for your eyes, making you squint and lower your head so you stare at your hands holding the reins. You try to focus your eyes, but when a low buzz fills your ears, you have an idea as to what might be happening.

You pull on the reins and as quickly as you can, dismount your horse. You don’t hear people around you asking if you’re okay, alerting those farther ahead to stop, and don’t even feel Alke helping you to the ground.

On your back, your eyes turned up to the sky, you take a deep breath as the bright light fills your vision completely. You feel nothing but peace in your body and in your mind. You’ve felt like this, not even when Virheia chose you as her voice. As you blink again, you see a figure walking towards you.

Trying to speak, your mouth definitely moving, nothing comes out. Slowly, your father’s Great Hall starts to take form around you. And the figure starts to take form. Ethereal and radiant, she walks towards you with a serene light glowing off her skin. “Virheia.” You know her face all too well.

She gives you a smile as she turns and holds her hand out to the side. “Everyone should have a chance to say goodbye,” she says in a warm voice.

Looking towards your father's throne, you see him standing in front of it, his hands folded in front of him. He’s smiling at you. As you take a step forward, so does he. You have tears falling from your eyes, but you don’t feel any sadness. Seeing him in front of you makes your heart fill with happiness that feels unearthly.

He reaches up to touch your face and wipes a tear away from your cheek. “Don’t cry, my darling,” he whispers. Hearing his voice again makes you smile and you jump forward to wrap your arms around him.

“I miss you,” you mutter into his shoulder as his arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

“I know you do. But I am always with you,” he gently says, pulling out of the hug to smile down at you again. “And I am so proud of the woman you have become.”

You laugh, nod your head at him and drop your gaze to the pendant on his chest. The one you had carried for years. Hearing footsteps behind your father, you tilt your head to see who it is. And you feel your heart sink when you see your mother walking forward, your siblings trailing behind her.

Estadir sits on the ground with your head in his lap, gently stroking your temples with his thumbs as he waits for you to wake up. He knows everyone is wondering why Virheia is choosing to speak with you now, wondering if they have done something wrong or if something is waiting for them down the line that they need to be wary of. But Estadir knows that they know they need to wait for you to wake up.

It takes a few moments longer than usual before you wake up, breathing out a deep sigh as your head rolls to the side, pressing against Estadir’s hand. Your eyes flutter open and you blink a few times as your head returns back to the center. Estadir smiles down at you when your eyes meet his and you give a small chuckle. “Hi,” you whisper, smiling back up at him.

He leans down, presses his lips to yours as his thumbs continue to caress the sides of your face. It’s just a short kiss, one that tells you he’s happy you’re alright. “Hi,” he whispers against your lips.

“I saw my family,” you softly say, your hand reaching up to touch his. “Virheia took me to say goodbye. I saw them again.”

Estadir sighs, slowly pulls away from you but keeps his gaze on you. “You deserved to say goodbye,” he whispers, and you nod your head. “And what happens now?”

“Now, we move on. Focus on our lives and our future,” you mention, pulling his hand away from your face so you can wrap your hands around his.

He nods his head, strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. “I think that’s a good idea.”

You chuckle at him and slowly start to push yourself up. Estadir helps you up to your feet. He doesn’t let you go as he leads you to your horse again. Helping you onto your horse again, he quickly mounts his own horse and then looks at you. He smiles, shouts to the rest of the tribe that it’s time to move again, and holds out his hand to you. “Ride with me,” he says.

Placing your hand in his, you urge your horse forward when he starts to move forward to get back to the front of the horde.

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[l-lyla-l]

Danheim - Hefna

“Danheim is a Nordic folk/Viking inspired project from the Copenhagen-based Danish producer Mike Olsen, a man with 8 years of experience in electronic and ambient music – focusing on Nordic Folk and Viking age inspired music with a certain Nordic authenticity or mood. Danheim’s music is often composed of ideas and stories based on the darker side of the Viking period, inspired or consisting of Nordic Mythology, old Danish folklore, and a vivid imagination.” [x]

[waiting4inspiration]

I was waiting for you to say this😂😂❤️❤️

the most threatening note possible

[misfit-among-the-angels]

97- What are your 5 favorite songs right now? 88- What do I like about myself 2- 3 things I love 1 - 3 fears

97.

88. My passion.

2. Mountains, music and my girlfriend.

1. Spiders, abandonment and hospitals.

Thank you! 😊

[dudja]

Hefna Gwap x T-Shyne - "Sloppy Tuna" (Prod. by @LordPlawz) by Hefna Gwap Official Music Video Link: http://bit.ly/2FfkNN5 "Sloppy Tuna" is the 1st single to the collaboration EP Self-titled "Sloppy Tuna" which is out now! DOWNLOAD HERE: www.rapgenius.com You can peep the lyrics there now --> http://bit.ly/2FkGvi8 @HefnaGwap @T-shyne NOW THATS DEF #ELEGANTCAVIAR (www.elegantcaviar.com)

[skadhis]

there are monsters all over jotunheim. well, we call them monsters. they’re just animals to the jotnar. they look creepy to non-jotnar, that’s for sure. many of them are huge given that they’re on the planet that’s home to giants. there’s a species of wolf / bear-like beasts in the north that get part of their diet from blood. moms often tell little kids that the beasts will bite them if they aren’t good.

[ann3xia]

Con esto de fondo te voy a perseguir un día pa darte una pedra' @srsancheb

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