#Mímir

[nonndrawz]

I love their dynamic <3

[sp00pypumpkins]

I am less busy once again and wanted to draw some ocs, they are so beloved<3

A30 belongs to @iameatingrawcorn Mímir belongs to me

[demifiendrsa]

Silo — Season 2 Official Trailer

Season 2 of Silo will premiere on Apple TV+ on November 15, 2024.

Poster

[caracello]

tthisis thebest i got for ovw s/i right now....ilike their kiddie design the other one iis like maybe their design maybe just a 20s-30s design? for when they meet+get 2 know siggy. runa mímirsen ^__^

[astridterese-blog]

Smakebit ~ Mamma er trygda

God søndag og velkommen til nye smakebiter! Jeg leser Sagaen om Isfolket for 11. gang! Sist jeg leste dem var i 2019, så det var på tide å hente dem frem igjen. Egentlig leser jeg dem fordi jeg er sykemeldt og trenger å slappe av med noe jeg vet jeg liker. Jeg har akkurat lest bok 31, så det er 15 igjen. Etterpå skal jeg lese Pappi; en familiesaga om drukkenskap av Mímir Kristjánsson. Jeg har…

[nonndrawz]

Streamer Kratos when someone asks if he's an ares in chat (he doesn't know what astrology is)

The creepers keep blowing up his base in Minecraft

(thumbnail(s) for my silly test video)

[auraaurelis]

"Broken Oath"

Mímir, formerly known as the Summoner of the Order of Heroes

probably from a fallen timeline, but I imagine her serving Ganglöt and not Hel. there's something funny about her being a bit insane and getting on Ganglöt's nerves as the woman tries to upkeep order in the land of the dead.

[thewrothode-if]

A historical low fantasy interactive fiction game set during the Viking Age.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on historical events, people, and places. Some locations and characters are fictional, while others are not.

You were born to a mother who went mad and a father who grew to hate you.

A quiet night erupted into chaos as your mother, possessed by a force unknown, attempted to kill you. Years later, with your father now Jarl, he orders you to investigate the eerie silence enveloping his settlement in England.

The more you learn, the bigger it all seems to be. More Viking settlements are targeted and you are the only one who seems to have any sense of stopping it.

All the while, the voices in your mind swell and surge, a relentless tide which threatens to envelop your very soul.

"S̵̛̻̼̻̝̺̠̞̟͙̈́h̴͖͉͎̥͓̺̣̽͜ë̶̡̤̠̪͖̖́̎̽̄̀̏̂̚’̵̨͖̱͘s̵̢̨͔͇̟̳̙̹̙̜̊̀͂͗̑͗ ̵͙̜͙̮̘͎̘̝̭̆͂̓h̴͇͋̓e̷̛͈̮̼̿̌̅͗͠r̸̪̃͒͘͝ě̸̂͌̈̓͂́͝ͅ.̷̨̛̩̦̩̟͌͒́̿̒͜͠"

Play as a male or female.

Romance four characters with one secret option.

Have any choice be considered romantic, even if it's as simple as a grunt.

Shape your viking’s personality and see how other's react when you switch it up.

Choose which god you will follow; Mímir, Magni, Hermóðr or ….?

Will you let it overtake you?

♢THYRA - THE COLD WARRIOR. [F] She is cold and relentless in her efforts to snub you, yet her presence always lingers about. She is what you would call a friend, even though she would refuse such a title. When she is forced to accompany you to England, she seems to change. Enemy-friends to lovers, [REDACTED], tsundere.

♧GUNGIR - THE JARL'S SECOND-HAND. [M] He’s a gentle giant, always trying to befriend you, but you hate him. He is the ‘son’ your father always wanted. Though he never says it outright, you see it in the way he offers him a love you would never receive. So you have vowed to the gods above that no kindness will ever be shown to him, at least, not from you. Enemies to lovers (one-sided), puppy love, forced proximity.

♤RAUD - THE [REDACTED]. [M] A childhood friend from your past. He was a soft and gentle child, but now he’s changed. He’s a [REDACTED] and he has all forgotten your past together. When he looks at you, it’s filled with the desire to [REDACTED], not with the fondness once held in his eyes. Childhood friends to ??? to lovers, amnesia.

♡ANNE - THE STRANGE BARD. [F] A strange and merry woman you met in England. She says she’s a simple bard, playing her lute any chance she gets. Yet when she begs to come along on your voyage, your mistrust of her is unwavering. Strangers to lovers, [REDACTED], sunshine love.

☆??? - ??? [M] ??? Forbidden love, huge red flag, dark secret.

____________________________ Demo - here Forum - here RO: intros - here

Word Count: Prologue: 21,936. Chapter 1: 95,506. Chapter 2: Working on it! Total: 117,442.

[jotnasidr]

What is Jötnasiðr?

Jötnasiðr is a spiritual practice and system of magic channeled and received by practicing völva Emily Íviðja (@jaarnvidja) through contact with the Jötnar, the Norse primordial spirits of the cosmos and wild nature. This tradition is based in animism, folklore, Emily’s personal gnosis, and collaboration with other practitioners.

Who are the Jötnar?

The Jötnar (singular “jötunn”), are a group of spirits and divinities described in Northern mythos and folklore. They are commonly referred to as “giants” and “frost giants”. This is somewhat of a misnomer. The word “jötunn” (Old English: eoten) actually translates to devourer, or “one who consumes”. This clues us in to their true nature. The Jötnar are embodiments of primordial natural forces, particularly those outside human influence. They are ancient beings with the power to create and destroy, to birth and devour. They are ambiguous and neutral-aligned. This is evident throughout the sagas and Eddic texts. Many Jötnar, such as Ægir, Mímir, Skáði, and Gerðr, are friends of the gods (Aesir and Vanir groups) or have married into them. Other Jötnar like Surtr, Jörmungandr, and Fenrir are placed in opposition to the Aesir and Vanir. This has resulted in many Jötnar becoming demonized due to the Christian lense through which the Norse myths were written and transcribed. This demonization directly opposes the historical Northern European pagan worldview, which was based in animism, where nothing is black nor white. In this tradition, we seek to heal the rift between Midgardians and the Jötnar so that we may better understand and connect with these ancient divinities who deserve our reverence just as the Aesir and Vanir spirits do.

The Values of Jötnasiðr

Jötnasiðr is an animist practice. Animism is the belief that everything has a spirit or soul and is thus conscious. These spirits and energies can be communed with and worked with in order to garner wisdom and channel magic energy into rituals and spells. A practitioner of Jötnasiðr will treat everything in the world with respect and compassion. We do not see the world as mundane nor magical - everything is connected and intertwined. We work along with the energies of our environments, connecting to the ancient rhythms of Jörð (the Earth), in order to walk our Path and practice our Way.

What Jötnasiðr is NOT

Jötnasiðr is an inclusive practice. It is not homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, racist, or white supremacist. Hatred and prejudice towards others is not welcome. This is not the way of the Jötnar. Jötnasiðr is not associated with Þursatrú or Raven Kaldera’s Northern Tradition Paganism/Rökkatrú.

[nonndrawz]

GUYS THE GOW: RAGNARÖK DLC POSTER IS A REFERENCE TO GOW 2!!! I'M GONNA CRY!!! I LOVE THIS!!! LOOK HOW MUCH KRATOS HAS GROWN!!! I'M SO PROUD OF HIM!!!

[randomtheidiot]

What the Norse gods probably smell like.

NOTE: I AM NOT A NEOPAGAN. I’M JUST A NERD. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY DERANGED RAMBLINGS AS RELIGIOUS GOSPEL, I WILL ULTIMATELY USE ALL THAT POWER AND INFLUENCE FOR EVIL.

This is a comprehensive list of what I think all the Norse gods smell like. Do not ask me why I wrote this down, why I wanted to post this on the internet or why I even asked the question in the first place. Everything can be explained by mental illness and sleep deprivation.

If your favorite deity isn’t on here, it’s because they suck.

-Óðinn (Odin): A mix of beer, sausage and that old man sweater smell.

-Þórr (Thor): Alcohol, body odor and an inordinate amount of Worcestershire sauce. The smell is strong enough to knock small birds straight out of the air.

-Loki: Fireplace soot and the kind of mulling spices you’d use in apple cider. You’d think it’d smell good, but the sooty smell kind of ruins it. A bath would definitely help.

-Frigg: Some sort of strong perfume, along with cheap wine and potpourri. She just kinda does, I don’t know why.

-Freyja: She has that cat scent. I don’t know if any of you know what I’m talking about, but she smells like a cat.

-Freyr: Apple scented shampoo. This is a conscious choice on his part.

-Baldr: Flowers. Real ones, too. Not the fake perfume shit. I suppose now he smells like a corpse that was burnt on a pyre, but when he was alive, he smelled like flowers.

-Höðr: Wintergreen mouthwash… for some reason.

-Nanna: Fruit preserves like jam and shit.

-Hœnir: He smells like a dad. Whatever you think a dad smells like is what Hœnir smells like. He smells fatherly.

-Skaði: Pine sap. She is covered in pine sap and if you look closely, she probably has some pine needles glued to her hair.

-Sif: The bread aisle in a grocery store.

-Iðunn: Apple based food products. She’s not exactly running low on apples.

-Sigyn: Olive Garden. She smells like the inside of an Olive Garden. Do not question me on this.

-Mímir: Very strong incense to cover up the corpse smell. It is nearly impossible to breathe around him.

-Týr: Go up to a man. Any man, doesn’t have to be a specific kind of man. Now smell him. That is it. Týr smells like a man.

-Heimdallr: Piss and vinegar from all the hate in his soul. There’s a million goddamn signs of Ragnarök and his dad still has him keeping watch like he’s a fucking security robot. That horn ain’t gonna do shit and he knows it.

-Njördr: He smells bad, but it’s not really clear what’s on him. It could be anything from tacky deodorant to motor oil and judging by his general weirdness, I’m not sure I wanna find out.

-Ægir: Alcohol. He practically wears Heineken as a cologne and it smells fucking terrible. Add on his natural ocean smell and it’s just fucking unpleasant to be around him.

-Rán: Fish, and not for the reason you might be thinking!

-Jörð: She’s a fucking earth goddess. Stick your face in the dirt. That’s what she smells like. Don’t ask me this again. Fuck you.

-Laufey: Tree. :)

-Njörðr’s unnamed sister-wife: The nursing home.

-Lofn: Shitty rose flavored Turkish delight that I got from one of those generic ass Marshall’s stores that white moms really seem to like. It was only slightly better than the lemon one.

-Forseti: That incense they use at Catholic Churches. I don’t know why, he just does.

-Hermóðr: Sweat and various other body fluids, as well as traces of whatever menial task Óðinn last assigned to him.

-Ullr: Tobacco. On his breath. Staining his beard. It’s horrible.

-Sól: Orange juice and sunscreen.

-Máni: Grape scented for unclear reasons. Probably nefarious ones.

-Bragi: Bragi smells like a disappointment of a child. His siblings are Þórr, Baldr and Týr and he’s just there with his stupid poetry and shit. He smells like those stupid Yankee Candle candles that never actually smell like what’s on the label. When I see “tropical seabreeze” on a label, I don’t expect it to smell like dishwashing liquid, but it always does. Bragi is tropical seabreeze candles. Bragi is dishwashing liquid.

-Hel: BAD. BAD SMELL. THAT IS NOT A GOOD SMELL.

-Angrboða: Plums.

[illumiera]

i like to have microsoft word read aloud my fic chapters to me as i'm editing just so i can hear them in a voice that isn't my own. and in my latest chapter, i used my miraak's birth name (mímir) quite a bit. but my text-to-speech pronounces it like "mimi". so this was my authentic editing chapter eight of i fear no fate experience: "i would call you ✨🌼💐mimi💐🌼✨," elentari replies in a hushed voice...

[komotionlessqueenmm]

freya learning she is a grandmother. (Baldur daughter)

I included before and after scenarios of Baldur and Freyas falling out, because I couldn't resist lol.

Headcanon/Preference # 16

Picture NOT mine.

| Before the falling out |

• So if this happens before she casts her spell to protect her son...

• She will make an even worse mistake.

• You're so little and frail, so sweet and beautiful. A true gem to the realms, and the fruit of Baldurs light.

• So in order to protect you, she impulsively casts the spell over you instead of her son.

• She was ecstatic to be a grandmother, and to care for you whenever you're father would allow her to.

• She thought she was doing a good thing by casting her protection spell over you.

• But when she comes to realize the repercussions of her actions... The side affects the spell had on you.

• She felt horrible, and tried her best to keep it from Baldur, fearing he would keep you from her.

• That didn't last long, he knew you so well already, and the moment he realized you no longer cared to eat anything, though the lack of nourishment never seemed to harm you.

• And you no longer reacted when he blew raspberries onto your pudgy little tummy, something that used to put you into a fit of giggles so strong you often spit up a bit.

• He immediately sought out healers to make sure you were not ill.

• And when he learned it was magic... Vanir magic... He immediately turned to his mother, accusing her of all sorts of horrible things.

• She tried to defend herself, and tried to make him understand that she was only trying to protect you.

• But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

• In Baldur's eyes, she had betrayed him in the worst possible way, she had cursed his child, his only child.

• He would never forgive her for this, and if he were strong enough, he'd have killed her for it.

• Baldur's light grew dark, but never against you, his little shining star.

• And he swore that no matter what it took, he'd find a way to reverse this, even if that meant traveling to unknown worlds.

• Even if he had to fight dragons, trolls, giants, or ogres with his bare hands, or even burn worlds to ash and ruin, he'd find a way.

• You were still a babe when she was cast out, and you don't actually remember her, but you do remember the lullaby she used to hum to you.

| After the falling out |

• She never knew about you until Atreus mentioned the young god/goddess traveling with Baldur.

• She tried to subtly ask Atreus about you, and with how close he describes your relationship, she initially assumes you're a lover.

• Desperate to know more she scours Midgard for more answers, and is astonished to find you are in fact Baldur's child.

• She's hurt that she was never told about your birth, or that she was there to watch you grow.

• She's also honestly surprised Odin didn't rub the news in her face, considering everything else he's done to her.

• Now that she knows about you, she's desperate to meet you. Even so desperate to go to Mímir for advice on how she could cross paths with you.

• And eventually that time comes, and you meet her while scouting for your father. Which is probably ideal considering he'd freak out if he knew.

• You're admittedly confused when this strange woman begins talking to you as if she'd known you your whole life.

• "Look at how beautiful you've become." She beamed. "You have your father's eyes." Her own eyes glossed over.

• "Do I know you?" You questioned, your hand placed on the hilt of your sword, unsure if you could trust this woman.

• She notices your unease, and hold her hands up a little to show you she means no harm. "I'm afraid not, but I know you."

• "Who are you?" You demanded with a growing fire in your eyes, it's then she realizes you've inherited not only your father's rage and distrust, but his father's as well.

• "I am your grandmother Freya." She explains with a sad smile, wishing she could embrace you in a warm and reassuring hug.

• You scowl in return. "You're the reason my father suffers." You hiss with venom, and she wondered for a moment if you'd kill her for it.

• She bowed her head in shame, you'd probably never understand her side of the story, as your father had clearly ingrained his side into your mind.

• "You better hope father doesn't find you. He intends on killing you if he ever does." You warned before stalking away, vanishing before she could stop you.

• She felt even worse now, than she had when she first found out about you.

• Because now she had met you, and she knew you cared not for her, you didn't sympathize with her.

• You merely pitted her, and that hurt so much more, than if you had outright hatted her.

[ruined-blog]

Can you please draw kid Mímir meeting kid Demios??? I think it would be sweet to see Kratos's brothers both get to know each other!!! I hope they can get along but I think Demios might be possessive/attached to Kratos because they seemed very close as children. So Deimos might be jealous of Mímir but what do you think???

He so would be jealous, maybe not about the head chopping thing tho

I sleep now

Any criticism is appreciated!

[sinni-ok-sessi]

god, I hope the person who used to run the HÍ Mímir student society twitter account, who once posted a tweet that read 'I read Icelandic sagas for the plot' with an image of Óðinn's lovingly crosshatched ass from the Melsteðs-edda, knows that I think about them every single day

[imaginethatneathuh]

Savior: Baldur - God of War (2018)

Baldur x reader, potential friendship, platonic.

The reader saves Baldur and offers their help.

TW/CW: Mentions of death and murder.

Word Count: 1.4+K

•

Accompanying Kratos and Atreus was dangerous. You had figured that out early on after they had stumbled upon you trying to escape a Draugr attack. The two had saved your life; as such, you couldn’t help but want to try to help them in return. You didn’t have many skills valuable to them, but you did have a keen eye and were more emotionally in tune than your companions. It had prevented a fair few fights. That doesn’t mean they always listened to you, as Atreus and Kratos were an 11-year-old boy and an ancient man the size of a giant from some far-off land. They had their beliefs and thought processes, so no matter how much sense you made, they sometimes ignored your advice. You and Mímir did get along reasonably well, though.

During your travels, you met Baldur. The god had repeatedly attacked your new friends. Thankfully, he didn't see you as much of anything besides a nuisance, and you'd made sure not to be much else.

Despite not caring much about Baldur, you could tell what his mother did to him seriously fucked with his head. It was painfully obvious and hurt to see. Of course, you'd heard of him before; he was a god, after all. But to be faced with his actions and truly listen to his words was something else entirely. You held a sort of sadness in your heart for him, a kinship in some ways. It wasn't pity quite yet, but it was getting there.

So, when Atreus had begged his father to save Freya as Baldur began choking her, you decided to step in. Knowing Kratos, his answer would likely be killing the god. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want that to happen.

"Wait!" You shouted at Baldur.

His bright blue eyes glared at you over his shoulder.

Nervously, you shifted, white-knuckling your bag’s strap.

"You want her to hurt, right?" You asked before licking your lips nervously. You eyed Kratos beside you, a silent way of telling him to stand down. Once you were sure he got the hint, you turned and locked eyes with Baldur again. "If you want her to hurt as much as possible, take it from someone who knows; let her live."

Baldur squinted at you in surprise and confusion. "What?" he asked, completely bewildered—bewildered enough to loosen his grip ever so slightly.

Sucking in a few more breaths before leveling out your breathing.

"Freya is your mother. She loves you with all of her heart. She wants to protect you no matter what. But, now," you said, trailing off. "I mean, come on," you laughed lightly, "Her curse is broken. She's failed to protect you. She has lost you, Baldur. In every way that matters, she has lost you."

Your eyes flickered down to his hands. His firm grip had loosened further as he’d listened to you.

"You kill her now, and she won't get to experience the paranoia and fear that comes with never knowing if you're dead or not. You kill her now, and her days will never be filled with worry and uncertainty. Shit!" You laugh again. "If you kill her now, she won't be able to go to your funeral. What's a worse fate than that!? I mean, seriously, you better than anyone should know that the worst fates aren't the physical but the mental, right? Why get it over with here and now when you can let her stew for years and years and let her feel just a tiny bit of what you felt? Let her live, Baldur, and die knowing that is the worst fate you can give to her." You looked over at Kratos. "You're a parent. How would you feel if that was the fate of you and Atreus?"

Kratos’ stone-set face crunched p ever so slightly as he thought about your words. The mere thought of Atreus dying before him and never knowing was more unnerving than anything he’d felt in a very long time. He was slow to answer, but that wasn’t surprising. "I would rather die than go through that," he replied quietly and honestly.

Atreus blinked in surprise at his father's answer, but a small smile slipped its way forward at his father’s words.

You met Baldur's gaze again, your shoulders pushed back and breathing steady. "See, even Kratos agrees. And getting him to agree with me is stupidly hard." Carefully, you approached him but still maintained a distance. After a beat of silence, you spoke again, "To let her live is to make her suffer.”

Your gaze did not waver from Baldur’s, and he searched for any sign of a lie or trick.

Finding nothing, he nodded, releasing her.

Freya fell with a thud, slightly gripping at her own throat. She took a few unsteady breaths, bracing her arm against the ground.

Baldur did not look at her; he simply walked away, his barren feet making obvious tracks as he left.

You? You just sighed in relief.

"And everybody gets to live another day,” you said before slightly chuckling.

Kratos and you locked eyes briefly. It was enough time for him to nod in approval of your actions, grateful he didn’t have to act, before turning his attention to his son and Freya.

You weren’t sure what your next actions would be, but you knew you were concerned about Baldur. Someone had to check on him. Getting the ability to feel back after years of nothingness must be rough on atrophied senses.

•

Following Baldur's tracks, you walked after him. After getting within visual distance, you jogged to catch up.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, practically hopping to keep up with his rather long strides.

Baldur stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice. Still, he refused to look at you, instead studying the snow and mud on the ground. One of his fists remained solidly clenched while his other hand rubbed against his trousers. His entire face was contorted in some unidentified emotion. He seemed unnerved—maybe frazzled would be a better word? You weren’t sure.

Since he’d stopped, you managed to catch up with him, hopping around his body in an attempt to get him to face you as you spoke. "Look, I know you probably really wanted to kill her, and, ya know, that's probably still an option if you really want to, but letting her suffer is worth it. Trust me. Also, she kinda deserves it, from what I can tell. Overprotective parents kinda suck, ya know? Well, obviously, you'd know, but still…"

You were rambling now, and you knew it, but you couldn't help but continue talking. To you, it felt like if you stopped, Baldur would change his mind and go after Freya—or maybe he’d kill you or something.

You weren’t sure about anything right now, just that you needed to keep talking.

Unfortunately, you weren't paying attention while talking and slipped on some ice.

Just when you thought you were going to end up on your ass, Baldur caught you.

Unsurprisingly, his hands were rough and heavy, but his touch was much gentler than you expected. He was gentler than Kratos usually was, almost like he was afraid of breaking you like he didn’t know his own strength. Baldur studied you for a moment, his hands lingering.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You gave a strained smile, not used to this type of softness from anyone, much less someone you thought didn't care about others. "Peachy. Thanks." You weren’t sure how else to respond.

He hummed before looking at where your bodies connected, at the arms. Baldur's head tilted slightly as his eyes ran up your arms and over your face. His fingers traced your skin as if figuring out what it was.

He knew, of course, but you could tell it was still a foreign feeling.

"Ya know," you said gently, "I-um, if you want, I could help with the whole being thrust back into the world of feeling shit. If you want? It's not like I got much else going on."

Baldur snorted and smiled as he met your gaze. "I- I would appreciate that, actually. I know my family isn't going to be much help."

You gave him another awkward smile and nodded. "Cool. Cool. Um, you can let go now, though."

He stepped away, snow crunching beneath his feet. "Sorry."