#fjölnir. face.

[ofvanaheim]

fjölnir tags.

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 30th Tilt

Meriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) VS. Geoffrey Chaucer, A Knight's Tale (2001)

Propaganda

Meriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Portrayed by: Dominic Monaghan Defeated Opponents: - Fjölnir [Claes Bang], The Northman (2022)

“Best hobbit. Sam gets all the love (justly deserved) but Merry is the best looking and that’s a fact”

Geoffrey Chaucer, A Knight's Tale (2001) Portrayed by: Paul Bettany Defeated Opponents: - The Sheriff of Rottingham [Roger Rees], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1993)

“Character of all time! He's a smartass and a petty bitch and a poetic genius and a pathetic disaster man, all in one lanky package. He has immaculate swagger! He takes the piss out of the nobility right to their faces! He wears the hell out of a fur-trimmed coat! I can't take my eyes off him whenever he's onscreen.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Merry Brandybuck:

For Geoffrey Chaucer:

“Paul Bettany plays Geoffrey Chaucer to be a witty, charming, dazzling, irreverent troubadour who is also a complete mess. I am not great at putting my thoughts to words but to me he steals the show. He's a fool and he's fabulous.”

“Has there ever been a better character introduction than meeting Geoffrey Chaucer, trudging naked down the road? He's snarky, funny, intelligent and nobody can work a crowd like Chaucer.”

“You know what’s hot? Self-confidence. And holy mother of fuck does Chaucer have confidence. Also hello Paul Bettany’s ass 👀 (I also think good acting is hot and this is a STELLAR Performance™️ from Paul Bettany)”

[the-pagan-crow]

Deity Spotlight: Freyr

AKA Frey, Yngvi, Ing, Ingwi, Yngvi-Freyr

(Note: Freyr's mother is a highly debated topic. We know that his mother was likely his father's sister, but there is debate over what her name is)

Quick Facts:

Tribe: Vanir

Domain: Fertility, Prosperity, and Peace

Parents: Njörd and Nerthus/Njörun

Sibling: Freyja

Spouse: Gerðr

Child: Fjölnir

Mythologically Backed Facts (VPG)

Freyr is a god of fertility, prosperity, and peace. He was born a Vanir to Njörd and Njörd's sister, but moved to Asgard as a baby after the Æsir-Vanir war. Both his parents were Vanir, with his father being considered ruler of the Vanir. With Gerðr, he had one child, Fjölnir. Fjölnir is said to have become the king of what we now call Sweden, making him the first of the Ynglings, and many people consider Freyr the father of the Yngling dynasty (more on that later).

Lord of Alfheim: When Freyr moved to Asgard as a baby, the Æsir gifted him Alfhiem, realm of the Alfar (elves), as a present when he got his first tooth. While there aren't many attestations about this story, or about Alfheim and the Alfar in general, this is a pretty important part of his mythology. Some people will call him the King or Lord of the Elves.

Father of the Ynglings: Freyr, as the father of Fjölnir, is said to be the father of the Yngling dynasty. To my understanding, this dynasty is the first known dynasty of Sweden, and of Scandinavia as a whole, but they ruled in modern day Sweden. The Ynglings would claim that they were decendants of Freyr, possibly to maintain their rule (although this is slight speculation on my part).

Gullinbursti: Made from gold by the dwarf brothers Brokk and Sindri, Gullinbursti is Freyr's boar. Gullinbursti is said to move through air and water faster than any horse. As a symbol of Freyr's rule over prosperity, Gullinbursti is an important companion of Freyr.

Skídðblaðnir: This magical ship, made by the same dwarves who made Gullinbursti, is Freyr's ship that can hold all the gods and their gear while also being able to be folded up and fit in a pocket. This important item of Freyr's also goes back to his roots as son of a sea god.

Gerðr and Freyr's Love Story: If you're interested in reading about their story, please read our Deity Spotlight about Gerðr located here.

Our Experiences (UPG)

Surtr and Ragnarok: At the end of the world, when the gods must face the Jötunar in Ragnarok, Freyr will face Surtr. However, because he gave up his sword to win Gerðr's hand, Freyr will be slain by the Jötunn.

We have worked with Freyr for several years now. He is a big part of our practice and craft.

He is a very kind deity, but he can push his practioners to be their best selves. He loves nature and agriculture. He likes shades of green, yellow, some browns, and blues.

Like with Gerðr, we'll take nature walks with him. We've offered him sea water, and we've also offered him coins because of his association with prosperity. Also due to this association, we did a good luck spell with him once.

He has a very rich mythology and history, and he is very cool and fun to work with. He can be "quiet" sometimes. For instance, he may not answer questions through tarot unless you word them exactly as you mean. He also might not give as many cards as a "chattier" deity such as Loki.

As always, if we get anything wrong, please let us know nicely! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!!

For further reading, feel free to view this article. Always remember to take things with a skeptical eye and cross reference, but the article has a lot of good information.

[zoezaw]

Baby bear Amleth was so hurt, aww.

Tbh I love the chemistry between Nicole Kidman and Alexander Skarsgard. I love their performance as a couple in Big little lies, but the Northman turned out to be great as well as Mother and Son lol.

I tried to write a movie analysis, but it turned out I failed to write one but produced a fanfic between Almeth and Queen Gudrún incest relationship smut...

Well, read at your own risk. It's explicit mature content

I will revenge you father, I will save you, mother, I will kill you Fjölnir .

That was his destiny, that was his only religion.

“You were forced upon your mother”

“I never mourned your father”

Those queen’s poisonous words are like a sharp blade plunged toward Amleth’s deep heart.

Amleth’s lips trembled, his eyes filled with tears, shattered like broken glass, tears rolling down his face, he stared at his vicious mother in utter disbelief. The tears running down his cheeks burned like scorching fire, it hurts so badly. 

The way she expressed her pleasure about her new family, her new husband, and her newborn son with his stepfather traumatized him, it disrupted his innocent thoughts of his beautiful kind mother depicted in his mind.

He was just merely a creation by a rapist, forced into her mother's womb, a child spurned by his mother, and a child who was born in this world without his mother's blessing. 

He dreamed about her on endless nights, he missed her. Finally, he showed up in her footsteps. 

All he wanted to do was save her. Free her from hell. 

He was longing for his mother’s warm embrace, he did not expect his mother would repel him and push him away in such a cruel bloody way. He was completely broken down. 

He is abandoned by the world. Even now, his mother abandoned him. 

"Fjölnir ordered your death, with your own mother's blessing. ”

Those words are too poisonous, too toxic. 

He denied, he denied, and denied!

He disbelieved his mother’s words, his mother’s happiness. He told the queen, he was the one who watched his mother being abducted by Fjölnir, and saw his mother struggle and scream.

The queen said she was laughing.

Maybe the mother’s love for her dead husband was not sincere, but to Fjölnir, was even more so. The queen’s deceit is more of a self-deception. Maybe she just wanted to preserve her dignity, she did not want her dignity corrupted by her son as her husbands did to her, seeing her as a weak woman waiting to be rescued.

Or maybe the queen just wants to revenge? She wanted to inflict her anger on her unblessed child created from rape. She wanted to see her rage consume her demonic creation and kill him with her own hands.

She asked him, what he wanted to do here now.

Amleth said, “I shall kill you.”

The queen replied, “You love me, a son loves his mother, and her mother loves her son”

Her words were so vicious but so sweet, she stared closely at his eyes, she could see the anger ravaged across the blue shades of his eyes like a tsunami. With her magical soft hands, she stroked his head, his soft golden hair, his face, like a soothing crying baby with lullabies, in the most beautiful tones, and singing the most venomous songs, to hypnotize her son.

Amleth was in a trance at the moment, he thought he finally received his mother’s love. Little did he know, she was just to befuddle his son’s pure attachment to his mother; she was actually planning to annihilate his mother’s image. 

“If you are so hot for revenge, if you kill Fjölnir , if you kill Thórir, and if you are so untamed to kill my Gunnar, You will be my new kingdom, together we will rule…..” while she spoke softly, her beautiful finger tips are like on a harp, plucking his neck like that, teasing beyond his limit.

She strangled his neck, at this very moment Amleth looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. His mother is a butcher now, who controlled upon his faith. His mother destroyed the image of his mother depicted in his mind, crushed his belief as a savior to rescue her mother and as well as a revenger. 

She brought his faith to death, instead, she opened up a door for a path never imagined before.

She looks like a poisonous snake, she wrapped around his neck, her face was close enough to his, her nose tip rubbed on his, he lowered his gaze, and was reluctant to stare into hers, his eyes are closed, his brows are furrowed, his thoughts are in chaos, his heart is struggling with sudden unprepared feelings. She sealed the whispers on his lips, her soft lips enclosed his lips, and she gently pressed his lips, preventing him from retreating, slowly approaching, finally blocking him, guiding him to entangle her lips and teeth. She encouraged Amleth to get rid of his masculine rational thoughts and sink himself in her bewitching sensibility.

His raw nature brought out his reciprocal response to answer his mother’s kiss, he sucked his mother’s lips like a newborn, lips brushing it back and forth paranoidly and passionately. 

He kissed back the evil queen, the mad woman

He envied her love for her new son,

He wants to take this love back

This love is his, is his.

It should have been his.

He surrendered to her. He escaped from the struggles, he craved her madness, and he was willing to fall for her. But at the same moment, he selfishly thought that she can only belong to him. Maybe that incestuous nature has been suppressed for too long, maybe they should be like this, sharing the same bond.

He will save her, himself will be her heaven.

He is her creation, he is a part of her, he is her dead husband's son, and he is more qualified to own ever than his stepfather. 

He thought of this evil woman whom he was madly obsessed with, who hurt him with cold-blooded words, constantly wobbled between love and hate on him.

This vicious woman should be killed, but he is obsessed with her viciousness, he is obsessed with her disgusting nature, he is obsessed with her crazy temperament. He naively thought that just by killing her beloved, he can have her completely, this woman's love.

Amleth opened his eyes, he felt the woman clinging to his pants, dawdling, teasing him with her charming eyes, she was unbuttoning his belt with one hand, panting in his ear.

“My prince, my king, be honest to yourself….”

His sword fell, and without hesitation, he grabbed her neck with great strength, he groaned “say again..”

“Let me bear your child, my king”  she gasped.

She is degrading and vile. 

He flipped her to the ground, pinned her in a missionary position, he droved his desire under her gown harshly, he was wildly yearning for her poisonous curse on him while his desire buried deep inside her womb, he wished to see the rage on her face so eagerly, just like how she snapped at him earlier, like a toxic Egyptian Cobra.

He was born to be punished by her.

 He was disappointed not to have his mother rage and curse, and just to have her mother’s pathetic obscene cries answered his fucking. 

He was completely lost like a child, but furious at the same time. Is this what this woman wanted? To ruin and obliterate her trueborn disgusted first son by her own hands, make a new husband out of his son?

Lust defeated him, lust dazed him.

 His true incest instinct persuaded him to own his queen, his queen is all he longed for. No matter what the cost it is to kill everyone by her side, even her dearest son. He wanted to own her, they can build a kingdom together, they could produce tons of beautiful blonde children,  and continue their incestuous bloodline. They are not destined to love each other but destined to be alike. He is just a part of her, an incomplete part of her. And he is going to complete that part of her. 

If this is what she wanted, then let it be. He is going to put a son in her, just like his father. 

She laughed like a mad witch, while he collapsed on her breast after pumping his last load of seeds into her womb. She finally lured her incestuous creature into a trap, she grabbed a dagger so hatefully, prepared to pierce it through his son’s bare chest. Amleth was shocked and dogged by her attack, unintentionally pointed the dagger toward her, and drove the dagger into her heart. 

He grabbed her in his arms, staring in disbelief at the queen’s pale face with blank, hollow and soulless eyes, questioning her in a monotonous unusual calm tone “why would you do that, why…..”

She gritted her teeth in blood, and hatefully responded  “I am your death”

He did not cry, but tears just uncontrollably slid down his cheek. 

“Yet, I have overcome the death.” He spoke that at the queen’s last breath, eyes filled with pain.

His mother murdered his past. His mother made a man out of him but murdered that little innocent boy in him. 

He never understands his mother’s betrayal, just like his mother doesn’t believe in his naivety.

[aero-sense]

The way when you deconstruct Gudrún’s reveal to Amleth, between the actions of the king and his brother; what she truly hates is a man turned into a savage, that prefers satisfying his blood lust, rather than be by her side. She is intensely jealous and controlling, even of her own son at the beginning of the movie, watching, covered in shadows after witnessing the warmth Aurvandil has for his son. It's in how her face contorts watching Aurvandil place a blood soaked necklace around Amleth’s neck, promising the same future he’s living. It’s in how she condemns Amleth’s father as a lustful slaver, yet turn a blind eye to Fjölnir’s indulgent purchases of slaves for his pleasure. It’s in how she resents the savagery of barbarians, yet howl in joy when she commands bloodshed through other men by her hands.

[fenharel-archived]

🖊🖊🖊🖊?

🖊  Livia has always been known as the goddess of joy (like if you would look into a Norse mythology book on earth, but also among her people), it was only after her time in isolation on Alfheim that she was also known as the goddess of feasts.

🖊  One of my favourite spells of hers is a form of mass manipulation/mass sleeping spell. She can cast it in many ways, but it needs to be vocal – so her favourite way of doing it is to perfom it as a song. In the ideal scenario there would be a stage, and she begins to sing and dance and walk down into the crowd and drive them insane until they do what she wants them to do, and only especially strong willed people can save against it. ����

🖊  She has a terrible relationship with her step mother Gerd, because Gerd never got over Freyr impregnating another woman, and a light elf at that, even knowing that he as King can do whatever the hell he wants. And while the court knew everything about what was going on – he did bring Livias mother into a private chamber in her late stages of pregnancy after all – the folk didn’t, Liv was enchanted to look fully Vanir since she was a baby, and Gerd had to pretend she was her own daughter. So Gerd let all her bitterness out on Liv, and Liv didn’t even know she wasn’t her biological mother until she was eight, she didn’t understand what she did wrong for her “mother” to hate her so much, or why she wasn’t allowed to play with her siblings Fjölnir or Gullveig when she was in the room. She always tried to please her, but nothing was enough, and if she couldn’t bring any joy into Gerds face, she tried to bring some on her fathers, or her brothers, or the kitchen maids. She was slowly known as the one who brings joy – even if she herself rarely got it in return.

🖊  Playing the role of the jokester and the party queen, her mind often gets underestimated. She’s a capable strategist, and her always racing brain and quick wit makes her capable to successfully adapt to new situations in seconds. She doesn’t really mind being underestimated though, she usually sees it as an advantage. 

[screechingtrashpanda]

In Death I was Reborn, In Ecstasy I Learned

In wonder I found your name Magic shining from it like Glasir’s glowing foliage I think it sung to me in the silence, Galdraföðr And began to let me understand you Instilling in the beginning a craving for deeper knowledge Not unlike your own I craved to know you Fjölnir, To understand the essence that made you, you Multifaced and multifaceted like a gem In that I began to understand you Or at least one of your sides Whichever Sunna decided to shine her rays upon that day

And so I learned of you Bölverkr Báleygr Göndlir Grímnir Herföðr Ófnir Rúnatýr Each one more different and more challenging than the rest But still I learned Hung myself on the tree that bears your name And screamed for understanding For more More faces More knowledge More guidance More challenges More difficulty I broke myself over and over To learn To understand Molded myself into one of your Ravens, Hrafnfreistuðr Trained to seek and find To bring more knowledge to myself And offer it to you in sacrifice Sacrifice myself to you And in it I let myself become trapped Hung on my own tree Screaming to be let down But still I hung For a year on that tree of my own growing My own gallows Until I finally screamed my last and fell The earth swallowing me and teaching me its secrets It was in this death that I learned of life And finally understood you Understood why Odin means Fury Rage Madness Inspiration It was in my darkest hour that I understood you names Instead of merely learning them and parroting them back In those moments I learned But in that moment I understood

[outfitandtrend]

[ad_1] This article contains major spoilers for The Northman.The Northman, Robert Eggers’s new Viking epic, vibrates at a thrilling intensity for its entire runtime before culminating in a fittingly torqued final fight scene. After spending years on a quest for revenge, Amleth (Alexander Skarsgård) is ready to face down his uncle Fjölnir (Claes Bang), who is responsible for killing Amleth’s father and kidnapping his mother when he was a boy. By the time we���ve reached this point in the film, the viewer knows that the narrative is more complicated than we initially believed, but the two men are still fated to duel to the death. Fjölnir tells Amleth to meet him at the gates of Hel—the Norse underworld—and the next thing we know, the two of them are sword fighting fully nude by an active volcano. (A classic situation.)  Here, Eggers breaks down how that scene came together.When I went to Iceland for the first time, I thought, “If I made a Viking movie, it needs to end with a naked sword fight on a volcano, because that seems very elemental.”C.C. Smith, the stunt coordinator and fight choreographer, and I were talking about hypothetical styles of Viking fighting. This fight, unlike some of the other fights in the movies, is two elite warriors doing Viking fencing. So we could show some different fighting styles that maybe you haven't seen before.Claes and Alex were rehearsing for hours and hours and hours, because, as usual, it is mostly one, long unbroken take. Shock of the century for me. Alex says we shot for a week. I don't think it was that long, but that's what he says, so I'll go with his word. We found a quarry outside Belfast that looked more like Mount Hekla than you'd imagine, but still needed quite a bit of work.I was nervous, honestly, that it was going to work. But Craig Lathrop, the production designer, brought in a whole bunch of black earth to make it look more like Hekla. And then Sam Conway, the practical effects supervisor, brought in these gigantic flames and all this smoke and ash and cinders. The vast majority of all that stuff is practical.There are CGI cinders, and we had to have smoke, to make sure everyone's penises were hidden. But the vast majority of that stuff was all on set. The thing that I think makes it all the more realistic is that Jarin Blaschke, the cinematographer, and Seamus Lynch, the gaffer, made these rivers of lava, using programmed LEDs. The light is moving like lava. Then Angela Barson, our VFX supervisor, went to the recent eruption, and she took tons of photographic footage that they could base the CGI lava on.I saw a music video of some Icelandic band playing at the eruption, and it looks exactly like our final fight scene. If you can play a song, you can have a sword fight.The naked fighting is a stretch, I guess. Doing a ton of reading, tons of research, talking with historians, talking with archeologists, this is the conclusion that I came to: in the Viking age, nudity was a taboo thing. It was used in a ritual fashion, when you are going into liminal states. These berserker warriors who are fighting naked, or almost naked, they're using their human body as a threat. They're showing their courage and their bravery—that they're not going to get hurt by not wearing a shirt—but also, it's threatening to people to see this naked body. My thinking is that this fight between the uncle and the nephew that has been fated for 20 years, the duel itself becomes a ritual. And each man's nudity against each other is like a threat. [ad_2] Source link

[sigynthevictorious]

Njord raised an eyebrow at Skadi, it didn’t surprise him that Freyja had not discussed the latest amendment to the treaty with her. Usually most of Vanaheim could hear when the two tried to have a ‘civil’ discussion. “Fjölnir won’t be taking her place” he began with a sigh, “when Sigyn gives her husband a child, that child will take her place and she will return to us” he explained, already dreading the response from his wife. “I don’t like it, but Odin agreed to it as did Freyja and going against his wishes now would be unwise.” 

He was about to scold his wife again but seeing her submissive gesture he let it go, there was no use arguing any further. Their marriage was already strained and he was reluctant to make it any worse at this moment. “Good” he said simply, readjusting his position and taking on a more relaxed seat in his chair. 

He closed his eyes and titled his head back as he felt Skadi’s fingers in his hair, opening them briefly and giving a small smile at the sight of her face. If he had a piece of gold every time someone came to him complaining about an arranged marriage he would be richer than any other in the Nine. “I love her, I care for her as much as you but this marriage has to go ahead. We need the power and resources his family can provide. She knows what is expected of her, Freyja has trained her for this since she was a child. You and I know more than any that you do not always get to choose your spouse, she knows this” he explained with a sigh, briefly running a finger down Skadi’s cheek. “Sigyn knows her duty and will behave accordingly.”

Loki and Sigyn - part 9

[justins-galdrastafir]

What's the purpose of the staves carrying names of gods? And is there one associated with Thor?

If you are referring to my recent reply showing the bind-rune like staves with three variations of Óðinn’s name (Fengur, Fjölnir and Þunður) and one for Freyja’s brother, Freyr, then the meanings are uncertain - only one of the four manuscripts gives a purpose and that may not be correct. There, the purpose given is for the protection from vermin - fox and mice.

It should be noted that one of the names -  Þunður - means “thunder”, which could also be regarded as a reference to Thor/Þórr. 

There are a couple of other staves related to Thor. The following is one: 

which has the title “Þórshamar” (Thor’s hammer). It has been described as “One if the most powerful talismans there is, for every type of magic”, although there is much more to this, as well as other interpretations. Write to me if you want more details.

The second stave is this:

The runes here spell one title “þors-auga” (Thor’s eye). It has many versions but all are characterised as being a face in profile and a needle going through the eye. It is used to uncover who has stolen from you “and other magic”.

[sigynthevictorious]

Sigyn looked up at her mother with a curious expression, unsure what such thing she could have conjured to bring her home. Odin wanted someone of Njord’s blood to reside in Asgard always as per the treaty. What had changed. 

“Oh my dear” the Goddess said with a smile, assuming Sigyn’s tears were of relief for seeing her mother again. “Stop that now, you don’t want others to see. Be strong” she said, her tone firm. 

Sigyn nodded and took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself, the anger toward Loki sitting firmly in the back of her mind but her attention was now on Freyja, and her possible escape from this all. 

“He has come back, spent the past winter trapped in the mountains with his garrison. But now he is alive and well you two can finally be wed. You can come home, we will arrange everything. Your cousin Fjölnir will take your place here. I just need to convince the All-Father” Freyja explained, obviously delighted with the plan, lifting Sigyn’s face and looking at her daughter’s tear stained skin. Her eyes dropped down as the younger’s hair fell back and she saw a purple bruise behind her ear, frowning before covering it up again. “The sooner you are out of here the better, I thought I told you to behave and stay away from those Aesir. Stupid girl” she whispered in a low, almost threatening tone. 

Hearing her betrothed was still alive almost caused Sigyn to collapse on the floor in shock and anguish. ‘No, please no’ she thought to herself, despite all that happened here if the condition of returning home was to marry that brute she would rather reside in the Asgardian dungeons. “Mother please, don’t make me” she begged, grabbing hold of her mother’s hands to plead with.  

Freyja dismissed her daughter’s feelings and snapped her fingers, then a tall dark haired figure came out behind her. Theoric. 

“I told you I’d come back for you”. 

Young Loki and Sigyn part 4