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2024_07_27

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Protecting a fire with bare hands.

Ch: 10 “needle like pinch.”

Tw: headcanon of Heimdall having seizures when he outburns his abilities.

It’s a little short I’m sorry…

—//———-“u make my blood run cold.”- Saltburn————

You and Heimdall had made your way into Tyr's temple, the water holding open the door falling onto the stone floor. You looked back at Heimdall, his frame shivering slightly. Hoping down from the horse, you wiped the snow off of its hair. “I told you it’s cold.”

Heimdall hopped down, snow melting from his hair and off his boots. “I wasn’t expecting a blizzard.” You nodded. “There must be a storm tonight. We can stay inside for now.” Heimdall looked at you, shaking his head. “We have to find the Norns so we can get back to Asgard.”

You chuckled “Already homesick?” he shook his head “Anyone would be, I'm surprised you even stayed so long when’d you sleep?” you laughed and walked to the sand bowl using your finger to draw in the rune the platform descending. , Heimdall steadied himself, eyes wide with anticipation as the vibrant banners of Tyr unfurled before him. He scoffed, his amusement barely contained. “Of course, the god of war would flaunt his vanity like this. How much more boastful can he get?”

He said, watching the banners disappear above, looking down to his left at the next picture. He scoffed, the painting depicting Tyr being worshipped. You approached his side, and looking at you, he smirked, “I apologize; you must feel lost. Tyr, god of war, flaunted his funk and thought of himself as higher. The people forgot their true savior was the All-Father. He didn't value family.”

You turned away, facing the opposite wall. Pulling out your blade, you used a cloth to rub away its stains. “Are you sure?” Heimdall glared at you. Am I–the watchman of the aesir—someone who has studied the history of Asgard—sure that Tyr didn't value his own people, his family?!” Staying silent, you looked up, and Heimdall followed your gaze.

It was Asgard, a woven tapestry of his family, all of them, and right next to Tyr was Heimdall, turning his body fully towards it he took a long breath.

It was old, he remembered it because he used to help Tyr sew in the patterns while they spoke about the people, while Tyr spoke about his adventures. He forgot how much he enjoyed using the needle and thread because he could control it, the colors, and the patterns.

It should have been in poor condition, but it wasn’t.

You cleaned it

You walked ahead of him watching as it disappeared above in silence. The lift stopped and you smiled walking into the large room. The rings were moving again, the old cobwebs were gone and there was a touch of you around, Heimdall couldn’t place his finger on it—oh- it was the water on the ground. Heimdall sneered, “Do you have to leave a snail trail?”

You looked down and groaned “Sorry, I don’t know how long it’s been there.” Suddenly the water had dried up or drained wherever you told it to. You stretched sitting on a cushioned chair with a few books and new journals next to you “Feel free to look around, I’m going to see where to find the Norns, maybe Tyr wrote about it.” You waved him off

Heimdall scoffed a chip on his shoulder about walking through this place but curiosity got the best of him, he continued into a room, treasures and gems in front of him, Heimdall took a small charm looking at it, dropping it back onto the table and uninterested. Yelling to you he said, “What is all this?”

“They’re gifts! Given to Tyr by many others, guess he was the people person out of your family.” You yelled back

Heimdall looked at the ground a piece of pottery broken, picking it up he saw art not of these lands rubbing his thumb over the image it depicted a man with a long red tattoo and people kneeling to him out of fear. Heimdall stood up “You broke this?” You looked over to him as he returned to you. You looked at the pottery taking it “Ah, no it wasn’t me, someone was here before me.” Heimdall took it back looking at it “Where’s it from?” He said and you smiled scooting over to make some room for him.

Heimdall plopped down next to you and traced the pottery. “These are Greek. They were a different place than here; other gods resided there.” You explained, “These lands had different customs and beasts, even their giants.” You looked up waving your hand as you spoke about their world, traditions, and their tales. Heimdall found it interesting hearing about the underworld and hades. He forgot how many stories you'd make up back in Asgard to tell him.

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Heimdall chewed at his food watching you from across the table, everyone asking you about yourself. He wasn't sure why Odin invited you for dinner with the family because he wasn't even sure when the last time they had a dinner together was. You were the center of attention, a tight wrap around your shoulder from falling from the wall.

The All-father chuckled “You seem to love animals, are you not afraid of any?” You looked at your plate “Well there was the wolf with green eyes that spoke to me.” Heimdall rolled his eyes “What a tale” he scoffed

You fell into a heavy silence, your gaze fixed on the ground, a wave of shame washing over you. Sif gently rubbed your arm, offering a comforting presence, while Baldur playfully slapped the back of his half-brother's head. “Go ahead, kid,” he urged with an encouraging grin. A smile crept onto your face as you resumed your tale, drawing them deeper into your narrative. The familiar hum of thoughts from his family faded into stillness, as your words became a portal, whisking them away from the confines of reality and into the world of your story.

In a way, you helped calm the minds of everyone around him, and in return it allowed his mind to be with his own thoughts.

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You snapped your fingers getting up pulling Heimdall back into the present. You got up fingers in your hair “The Norns…the Norns..Norns Norns.” You said pacing. Heimdall sat back amused by your frantic movements.

You turned to Heimdall “The Norns they can think right, they have brains. Could you hear them? Pinpoint where they are?” Heimdall rolled his eyes, shaking his head “For that to even be possible I’d need to have something that could help sound travel for miles, I can hear far and wide yes but-…I have never been outside of Asgard long enough to need to use the full extent of my abilities. Like lightning, I could fizz out and lose consciousness.”

You dropped your arms defeatedly. “Well, alright.” You looked at Heimdall but he closed his eyes, you tapped your foot on the stone floor, sound..travels. Sound…sound, it travels. But he needs to be where he can hear it all, in the center of it all.” You said out loud Heimdall grunted “I beg of you to not monologue all your thoughts, you told me to keep out of your mind, didn’t you?”

You snapped your fingers. “That’s it, we have to get you in the water.” Heimdall opened his eyes “say what?” He glared and you laughed, kneeling in front of him, slapping his knees making him sit up more “Heimdall, water sound travels faster in water and every vibration, voice or breath will only be amplified while you're in the water.”

Heimdall squinted, his eyes glowing brighter and you frowned, making him realize as he turned his head away disconnecting from your mind. With a sigh, he turned back “What if I push myself too hard? What then?” You looked at him with a grin…a soft loving grin.

“I’ll be there to catch you…like always.”

Heimdalls lips twitched up into a neutral expression. Almost a smile.

With a sigh he yielded “But where are we going to find a body of water, it’s completely frozen here”

You looked at your ring. Vanaheim still had rivers and live water, Alfheim you had never gone, Hel was a no-go.

‘Avoid it, we promised Beyla to protect Vanaheim’ your sword spoke to you an echo in your mind.

“The lake, I-.I can melt it.” You nodded and Heimdall laughed “Hilarious-…oh, you're serious.” You smiled “Come on.”

You both stepped out onto the lower deck of Tyr's temple, where the frigid air whipped around you, and the world was transformed by a thick layer of ice that glittered under the pale sunlight. The surface was sturdy enough to walk on, but beneath the crystalline facade, you could sense the restless flow of water, creating a soft, eerie melody.

As you scanned the frozen expanse, your gaze landed on a solitary boat, immobilized amidst the ice, stranded like a forgotten relic between the imposing Muspelheim tower and the deck. Its once-vibrant paint was now dulled by frost, a stark contrast to the surrounding whiteness.

You turned to Heimdall, determination in your voice. "Come on, we need to get on the boat, and I’ll unfreeze it." With purposeful strides, you made your way across the slick surface of the ice, each step echoing with a sharp crackle. Heimdall trailed behind you, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the environment with curiosity.

“Do you hear that?” he asked, his voice a low whisper that barely carried above the wind. You paused, straining your ears to catch any sound. "Nope," you shrugged, dismissing the fleeting sensation of unease.

You hopped into the boat, the wood creaking under your weight, and Heimdall followed suit, the atmosphere around you thick with anticipation and the whispers of the moving water beneath.

You closed your eyes feeling the water, thinking of the way it rushed when you first arrived, remembering the smell of the water, the creatures that roar vibrated in your ears when you put your head in the water to listen to the forbidden world below–

“Is this going to take all night?” You twitched your lip ignoring him “Maybe you're not cut out for this, hel-walkers could do this quicker” You growled “You're not helping.” after a bit of silence you sighed in defeat “Fuck Heimdall you fucked it up” You opened your eyes and almost jumped when you saw the water, the Lake was thawed completely. Heimdall smiled at you “So, who wasnt helping?” You rolled your eyes “Well, you can go ahead and help, even more, get in.”

Heimdall looked at the water disapprovingly but set his sword aside along with Gallarjorn hanging off the side of the boat, his body submerged in the cold water, teeth chattering before clenching his jaw. You stayed silent.

Thinking about it he was listening for something specific and that must’ve been torturous with all species in water and on land.

‘when a rat squeezes into a hole he could probably hear that.’ You thought

Heimdall felt his body numbing from the cold but slowing his heart allowed for his ears to not beat and he could hear more clearly. Heimdall started to speak in low whispers. “Stag, fish, fishes, boar, leaves, fish, stag, stag, leaves.” You sat back almost in awe that he could identify such things “Hel-walkers, wolves, bear…no bears, two bears…Swinging vines… The Norns, under the water.” You leaned in as he continued to list it off but you could sense he was pushing himself hard, or he heard something that he couldn’t pull away from

“Hel, visions, you…The All-“ suddenly he stopped almost like he was completely cut out of reality, he started to slowly stiffen like a board. You held his arm, A seizure, he said this could happen. You took a deep breath and pulled him gently as you could, laying him on his side in the boat.

The All-father once told you about how Heimdall would seize when he was but a child, unable to control his own abilities it flooded him causing him to fall unconscious or stiffen. And Odin spoke of how his mothers would worry for him carefully handling him while he was in this state they feared that he would struggle controlling it.

‘The water, it is moving irregularly.’ You looked at your sword, its voice vibrating then you smelt it, what Heimdall heard earlier.

Above you looming over you, Jourmangandr, the world serpent. You looked up and you felt tears brimming in your eyes, he was magnificent and beautiful. You never had the chance to see him up close and the Lake being thawed must’ve disturbed him. But there he was, staring you down. You looked around you as the water pushed you, the giant snake's head leaning down so close as it spoke it was enough to make your ears ring, his voice could be felt deep within your soul.

“Weeeerrr?”

You scrunch your eyes from the hot heat from his breath. Looking back at him you shrugged “I don’t understand!” You yelled and then his eyes shift…his pupils once large went narrow slits looking at the man who lay behind you.

“Hjeilmnall”

You clenched your jaw, that word you could understand. With a sneer the snake growled and dove back into the water sending waves towards you.

You grabbed onto Heimdall just before the waves could separate you both. You felt the way the water bit at every inch of your body, the coldness of it overwhelming. It was a surprise Heimdall could handle it.

Almost as quick as the flood started it disappeared and you were on shore laying on top of you was Heimdall. You held him close, pushing him off after a few minutes you shook his chin in your hand softly “Heimdall?”

A seizure couldn’t have been this long…why is he still unconscious. Looking around you decided to wait it out, your focus being elsewhere the Lake seemed to freeze almost immediately. You stood up the air biting at you harder now that you were drenched, you picked Heimdall up by his arm and carried him on your back, you would make a camp, just for now.

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You sat in the cave. It was not very deep but offered a sense of safety, you had made a well sized fire and left Heimdall to lay next to it. You struggled with it but you had removed his clothing except his pants so he could get warmer faster and his clothes could dry. You realize now how more alert you were when Heimdall was gone, not having someone to call out everything before the things could touch you was useful.

‘You shouldn’t think of him as a tool.’ Your sword rang in your ear and you shook your head. “I’m not, just…I was used to having him watch my back, then I left Asgard and had to watch all sides of myself. Now I have to repay the favor. I’m restless, I’m worried about h-“

Something…hits you. A chill runs down your spine as you look down at your stomach pools of red dripping onto the thin line barrier of snow and stone, an arrow attached to a rope, with shaking hands you went to pull it out but felt yourself being yanked and pulled out of the cave with a scream you were pulled into the snow. Your face was being burned by the dragging against the snow and soil. Gasping from the pain you got the arrow out with a tug and rolled on your stomach scrambling to your feet when you felt a heavy foot push you down speaking of a different tongue you didn’t know, it felt as if a horse had pushed down on your spine.

‘No time to panic! Come back to your senses, now!’ Your sword spoke, and you put your hand next to your ear pulling the staff into your hand and turning the end towards whatever was on your back making the staff extend sending your opponent flying back, you stood up and held the staff behind you ready to strike.

The creature was a stalker, a woman, she had the body of a doe and she had dark skin with patches of white around her eyes and mouth, she held a bow and around where her waist would be were sacks, maybe of herbs. She spoke, you did not understand and pulled back the string of her bow shooting multiple arrows at you, letting out a surprise breath your spun your staff deflecting the arrows some breaking from the force. You put away the staff and switched to your sword. You held it high, your stomach burning.

The woman yelled and charged at you, harpoon in hand, diving to your left. You turned and sliced at her back leg, almost getting through the bone but not enough. The stalker yelled in anger before cursing you and shooting another pair of arrows but instead of you it hit your arrow sending it flying into a thick wall of ice. You gasped and ran to it trying to pull it out but it didn’t budge.

You weren’t sure how to use the staff correctly, so you ran back to the cave, falling on your chin and scrambling to Heimdall. You shook Heimdall trying to get him to wake up

“Heimdall wake up!” You said looking up at the stalker coming closer “Heimdall!” You whined “Heimi!” You pleaded suddenly you felt a rope tightening across your neck. Looking around for something to grab you looked at Hofuð laying next to Heimdall.

Gracefully…

You grabbed it at the same time as the rope pulled you the blade dragging across the stone. You cut the rope and rolled through the snow. Grabbing Hofuð you screamed your hand going painfully numb and you saw the sword itself vibrating in your hand.

This Sword Was Not Made For You. If you do not let it go you will open your world to a lot of pain.

You felt your arm tickle and creeping up it was bifrost and you felt it run your veins cold. Gritting your teeth you closed your eyes

Drop it.

No. You had something to protect. Standing you held the sword tightly charging towards the woman who also bounded towards you letting out a yell you slid on your knees holding the sword up above your head slicing through her torso in a straight deep line.

This sword had taken the head of many men and beasts alike.

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Eddic [Mythology of All Races Vol. 2] Chp IV: Odin

A few personal notes for me to keep in mind. This is all from the book, Eddic: Mythology of All Races by Matthew MacCollogh. Nothing is outside of this. Furthermore I’m sure there is content in here that can be debated.

Other names:

Wodan wōd: mad

OHG woutan

OS wodan

AS Woden

ON O penn ON: poetic frenzy

Furious Host (?)

Other Norse Names:

Vafud

Vegtam (Wanderer)

Gangler (Traveler)

Ómi (Noist one)

Vidforull (Fartraveler).

Viator Indefessus (Unwearied traveler) by Saxo.

Heimskringla (The far have travelled) by Snorri.

Galga Valdyr (Lord of the Gallows)

Hanga-tyr (God of the hanged).

Hnikar (Thruster).

Karl af berge (The man of the mountain).

Rostarus.

Drauga Drottim (Lord of Ghosts).

Valgautr (God of the Slain).

Val-Fadir because ‘all that fall in battle are sons of his adoption. Oski Synir (Snorri)

Valkjosandi (Chooser of the Slain) in (Kormaks-saga).

Hropt.

Fjolnir (The many shaped).

Bolverk.

Sigfadir (Father of Victory)

Sigtyr (God of Victory).

Hertyr (God of hosts).

Heryan (Leader of hosts).

Herfadir (Father of hosts).

Valfadir (Father of the slain).

Hnikarr (Spear-lord).

Biflindi (Spear Brandisher).

Gautatyr (God of the Gauts).

Saxagod (God of the Saxons).

Aldafadie (father of men).

Grimnir (the hooded one).

Hrafna-god (Raven god).

All Father and patron of aristocracy, warriors and skalds.

Hyndlujod, Freyja says he gives hold, Hermod helm and coat of mail, to Sigmund a sword, and triumph to some.

Oaths were sworn by Sigtyr’s Mountain, his city was Sigtun.

Odin drinks wine.

The first drink is to Odin ‘for victory and power.’

The other gods are Odin’s people as he rules all things.

Grants men their wishes.

War god

Weapons and armour to heroes.

Dog was given his spear.

Heroes valour, triumph and treasure.Women and giantesses made victims by his runes.

Caused the first war between the Aesir and Vanir.

‘He hurled his spear on the host, and war then came first into the world.’ (Voluspa).

Also pisses off princes, kings and causes strife.

Provoked battle of Harald and Ring.

Pisses off easily when victory is given to the wrong places such as Brynhild and Agnar (Svefnthorn).

Joins in battle and has favourites, so people favour him.

Great warrior.

Weapons reference Odin and his Valkyries.

More prominent than Thor.

Likewise his spear is of better 'culture’ than Thor’s hammer.

Ravens haunting the battlefield equate to him.

Spear Gungnir made by dwarfs and given to him by Loki.

All other weapons were useless against it.

God of poetry, master of magic, knowledge.

Odin gives poets their words by taking poetic mead from the giants.

Gave Starkad the art of poetry and composition of spell.

Appears in dreams before great battles to give some victory and invite others to him. (Snorri)

Spoke magic and charms to the Volva but did not know Balder’s fate-- had to seek knowledge from her.

Struck Rinda with a bark of runes and drew her into a frenzy.

Loki accuses him of dressing as a witch and working charms in Samsey.

Obtained a magic wand gambantein and learned a language from the dead in Hlebard in Harbardsljod.

Cures a lame horse with charm or rune.

Knows magic songs bringing sickness, sorrow, stop arrows, produce fetters and blunt weapons, neutralizer dangerous roots where runes are written and reflect the danger, remove hatred, calm wind, aid friends in a fight, make the hanged speak, quench fire, give knowledge of the gods and elves and win love.

Takes form of a ferryman, a servant or peasant, snake, eagle.

Woke the dead and sat under hanged men for knowledge. (Ynglinga-saga)

Could control fire, sea and wind by his words.

Knew of buried treasure, runes to open earth, mountains, rocks and mounds. Could also bind these.

May understand the language of birds.

Runes

May have created runes in Havamal.

Coloured them perhaps with blood.

Could have obtained the wounds by hanging on Yggdrasil and wounding himself by his spear as an offering to himself. The runes may have fallen down from the tree.

Consults Mimir.

Made runes of draught from head of Heithdraupnir and horn of Hoddrofnir.

Mimir may be a waterspirit with his well beneath a root of Yggdrasil.

Wisdom and understanding are stored under Yggrasil

Loss of his eye! Mimir withheld a drink from the well until he was given.

Odin’s eye is hidden in the well where Mimir drinks of the pledge each day.

Could perhaps be Odin’s uncle, son of Bolthorn who is the father of Bestla who is Odin’s mother.

More Wisdom

Drinks daily from the cool waves of Sokkvabekk with gold cups with the Goddess Saga (Frigg?)

Saga is a female water elf.

Love affair (?).

Sought to match his knowledge with the giant Vafthrudnir. Proved himself wiser.

“What did Odin speak into Balder’s ear before he was burned on the pyre?” A riddle used with both th giant and King Heidrik during Yule.

Initially a spirit of god of wind or dead as the past wandered in the wind. Brings wind with his wagon.

Gives fair winds to sailors as said by Freyja in Hyndluljod.

The storm stills when Odin boards Sigurd’s ship.

May have first been worshipped in Gotland.

Is a traveler.

Rides a white or black horse with a wide brimmed hat, staff and hounds.

Snorri: rides with helmet, birnie and speak Gungnir at Ragnarok.

Also known to ride Sleipnir. The eight legged grey mare of Loki’s lineage with Svadilfari.

Rides her to Urd’s well daily.

To consult Volva in Niflhel about Balder’s dreams.

To offer random for Hel after his death.

Names stemming from appearance:

Sidhottr (with broad hat).

Harbard (grey beard).

Skidskegg (long beard).

Misc about appearance

A man of amazing height (Saxo).

Draupnir, the ring made by Sindri the dwarf was given to Odin by his brother.

Burned with Balder’s pyre and Balder sent it back to him from Hel.

Animals of Odin.

Munnin (Memory) and Huginn (Thought) are sent at day break around the world and return at evening to bring news to him.

Whisper what they have heard.

All Ravens are birds of Odin.

Wolves are also his: Geri ‘The Ravener’ and Freki ‘The Glutton’

Shares food and wind with him.

Sleipnir is taken to Hel, Jotunheim, etc.

Challenged Hrungnir that his was better than Gullfaxi.

Hrungnir chased him into Asgard where Thor dealt with him.

Yggdrasil

‘Ygg’s Horse’ Ygg being “The terrible”.

Askr Yggdrasils (the ash of Yggdrasil or of Odin’s steed).

Odin hung for nine nights in Havamal.

Stabbed himself with his own spear as well.

King Vikar needed to sacrifice himself so that his fleet might pass through great storms.

Starkad (Odin’s foster son) created a death akin to Odins for Vikar.

Harbard

Appears as a ferryman of the dead.

Valhalla

“Souls of those slain by violence go in the Furious Host, and souls of heroes go to Odin in Valhall.” (MacCulloch, 44).

Chosen warriors are einherjar.

Mightiest of warriors are taken to Valhalla as he wants them by their side when Fenrir comes to the seat of the god.

Valhalla lies in Gladsheim, the world of joy.

Valhall is the ‘Hall of the Slain’.

Vingolf is the ‘friendly floor.’

Valkyries

 ‘Chooser of the Slain,’

However shares the slain with Freyja.

Determine a man’s feyness and awarded victory and took the slain.

Wish-Maidens becausee they carried out Odin’s will.

Corselets sprinkled with blood and sparks fly from their spears.

Sacrifice

Prisoners sacrificed more common in Denmark and Sweden. ‘Odin has you all!’

In response Odin gives some gifts at times.

Descent

The cow Audhumla gave birth to Buri.

His son was Borr who married Bestla.

Bestla was daughter of Bolthorn.

Bestla and Borr had Odin, Vili and Ve.

Children and Love

Frigg.

Wife of Odin, although she was at one point shared with Vili and Ve when they believed Odin would not return.

Frigg offending Odin may have been why he left.

Or perhaps thrown out into exile after the incident with Rinda.

Took her back as his wife when he came back.

Son was Balder

 Jord

Son was Thor.

Rinda.

After Balder died, Odin desired revenge. So he spoke to prophets on this and one of these told him a son must be born to him by Rinda. As a soldier, he gained her father’s favour but not Rinda. As a smith he made Rinda made many things but she still refused him. Eventually, he used the bark of runes and claimed to cure her as a maiden skilled in Leecraft.

Has Vali by her (Bous in Eddas).

Seven sisters in Harbardsljod. Allures witches from their husbands.

Linen-White Maid.

Grid

Has Vidarr by her.

Billings Daughter

“Dear to him as life.”

Tried to visit her at night on her request only to find a band of warriors at her home.

Visited her in the morning and found a dog tied to her bed.

“Many maids are fickle.”

Gunnlod, daughter of the giant Suttung.

Penetrated rock with the snout of Rati.

Mead given to him by Gunnlod and he won her over.

‘fettered with the feathers of the bird of forgetfulness (heron) in Gunnlod’s abode, very drunk in the house of wise Suttung.’

Gains knowledge from the mead.

As Bolverk, he slept with her for three nights and received three draughts of mead. He gave the first to Odrorir, second to Bodn and third Son to gain all the mead.

Then turned into an eagle and flew away beck to Asgard.

Gave the mead to the Aesir, who have the ability of composition. Poetic Mead.

Other Children

Heimdall

Bragi

Hod

Skjold

Kings and chiefs (Skjoldings from his son Skjold)

Losses

After killing Otter he had to pay wergild when overcome by Hreidmar.

“In Lokasenna, Odin shows himself frightened for Loki, and it is Thor, not Odin, who silences him.” (MacCullogh, 49)

Source Credit

MacCulloch, John Arnott. The Mythology of All Races: Eddic. Vol. 2, Cooper Square Publ., 1964.

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"I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out."

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Galadriel: 'Lord of the Rings - Fellowship of the Ring' (Director Peter Jackson, 2001)

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13th January 2024

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This quotation burned bright in my consciousness whilst waiting for my husband outside a supermarket earlier today. The image was subsequently created following this moment of inspiration.

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May you be a light in dark places when all other lights go out.

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Wyrd design was inspired by an original image by Jan Fries (1993) published in 'Helrunar: A Manual Of Rune Magick,' Mandrake, Oxford.

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Rune Art: 'Legacies of Bifrost' by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes

'Legacies of Bifröst - Abstract Staves II' showed a rune art project created by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes. The project was an expression of continued personal interactions with rune energy by creative expressions.

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There were two parts to this project:

1) Rune Textures

2) Rune Circles & Reflections

RUNE TEXTURES:

The second part of 'Legacies of Bifröst' showed mounted individual rune circle art cards and rune reflection cards for the twenty-four runes of the Elder Futhark. Correspondences posted with 'Reflections' designs showed condensed rune notes and journeys shared with 'Bifröst Shining' & 'Textures of Bifröst' that began in 1997 and continued to the current day. The text for each rune communicated an understanding of a larger journey of personal and trans-personal initiation throughout the 24 staves of the Elder Futhark.

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Rune names were deliberately taken from Wardruna music albums 'gap var Ginnunga', 'yggdrasil' & 'Ragnarok' rather than using more popular proto-Germanic. I'm a big fan of Wardruna music!

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RUNE CIRCLES & REFLECTIONS:

The cards were  divided according to the three Ætts (eights) of the Elder Futhark which my inner journeys have associated with:

○ First Eight: Journeys of Creation (as decribed by norse mythology).

○ Second Eight: Journeys Within: Norns and travelling Yggdrasil.

○ Third Eight: Journeys of Soul via the Norse Gods to Ragnarök.

This end design showed a reverse common card design for printed rune art cards. The designs vary slightly to what was shared on Instagram & Facebook due to personal preference changes.

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The non-commercial deck was printed by Make Playing Cards (MPC) for a personal collection of rune art cards. The photos were take on a rather cloudy day in January 2024!

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Legacies of Bifröst rune art project and any content therein was created for fun and shared to express celebrating a continued journey with the runes and Spirit inspiration and to perhaps inspire others with their own rune travels. To most of everyone else, these designs represent a load of nonsense created by an eccentric Englishman.

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'Legacies of Bifröst' was created on & off May -July 2023, then shared Autumn 2023 via Facebook & Instagram. Page wallpaper was created from originals found via Pinterest and @forndom then edited by Mirror Lab app & Serif DrawPlus software.

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TWELVE NIGHTS OF YULE

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The first night of Yule - MOTHER NIGHT (Módraniht)

Sacred to Frigg, Freya, and the Disir

Industriousness

Yulmonath

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Second night of Yule - THE WILD HUNT

Sacred to Odin and Ancestors

Perseverance

Horning

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Third night of Yule

Sacred to Mani and Darkness

Courage

Lenting

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Fourth night of Yule

Sacred to Aegir, Njord, and Freyr

Love

Ostara

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Fifth night of Yule

Sacred to Community

Hospitality

Merrymoon

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Sixth night of Yule

Sacred to Eir and Healing

Discipline

Midyear

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Seventh night of Yule

Sacred to Thor and Children

Fidelity

Haymoon

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Eighth night of Yule

Sacred to Skadi and Ullr

Truth

Harvest

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Ninth night of Yule

Sacred to Odin and Fathers

Honor

Shedding

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Tenth night of Yule

Sacred to Sunna and Light

Justice

Hunting

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Eleventh night of Yule

Sacred to the Valkyries and Warriors

Self Reliance

Fogmoon

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Twelfth night of Yule - Wassail

Sacred to all Divine Friends and Oath Night

Wisdom

Snowmoon

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Yuletide Blessings to Everyone. Hail!

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Posted to celebrate sunrise upon the Winter Solstice December 2024.

Original text was copied from Frá Norðri (Facebook) from December 2022. Holly and wreath images were from PNGwing.com.

Design was created by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes to celebrate a year with the Anglo-Saxon / Anglo-Northumbrian Runes in 2024.

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Wōdan

Source: INSTAGRAM

Background mounting by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes

25th August 2024

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Vegvísir Rune Ring

A version of an original found on Pinterest with personal variations.

Vegvísir PGN was found via PNGWing.

Elder Futhark Runes are by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes.

Background was developed from an original found via Pinterest.

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Anglo-Saxon Runes Circle

Source:

Яблоки Идунн [VK.com]

Edited by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes (it needed colour!)

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"May Runes Guide Your Way..."

Original image from Pinterest.

Runes by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes

Night of the Winter Solstice 20th December 2024

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Wyrd Futhark Rune Ring 2024

Elder Futhark Rune Art

Wyrd Futhark Rune Ring was a collection of seven designs scatter-shared March 2020 on various social media platforms and subsequently forgotten within the great Well of Mimir (ie. the internet.)

That was until May 2024, whereupon "Wyrd Futhark Rune Ring - Version 'E' [Red Runes Cycle] originally shared by me on Flickr, was unexpectedly discovered posted upon Vikings and Norse Mythology (Facebook) albeit with a signature removed. To be fair, the Vikings & Norse Mythology re-posting received far more interest than the original.

Following a brief fit of ego-driven pique, WYRD FUTHARK RUNE RING [VERSION 2024] was created (well, this was version 6). The original from Flickr has been included here to perhaps illustrate where a hypothetical personal creative journey began.

Signatures or not, all these designs are shared freely to celebrate inner Spirit(s). Perhaps upon relection, at least one of them found their way home.

Vikings & Norse Mythology [Facebook]

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Rune Art:

THE DRAGON AND THE SPEAR (Part I) @gifts-of-heimdall-runes

THE DRAGON AND THE SPEAR was the name given to a design created in the second half of 2023 that subsequently became the title for a 2024 rune art project shared upon Instagram & Facebook.

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The project began amidst chasing deep labyrinths of Dragons' Earth Energy that wind their way throughout the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc that was helped by a visit to Somerset and Glastonbury in June 2023. This project uses 33 runes of the Anglo-Saxon / Northumbrian Futhorc inspired by the works of Ingrid Kincaid.

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The Anglo-Saxon runes scribed for this project were created using Serif Draw X8. Backgrounds and textures were developed using original images foraged from various internet sources, developed by MirrorLab app, and assembled via personal aesthetic preferences.

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An intuitive colour model was used for the respective four eights of the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc:

Red: JOURNEYS OF LIFE

Blue / Black: JOURNEYS WITHIN

Purple: JOURNEYS OF SPIRIT

Green: JOURNEYS OF GROWTH

White: JOURNEYS BEYOND

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Rune names and translations of 'The Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem' were copied from Stephen Pollington (1995) "Rudiments of Runelore." Anglo-Saxon Books, Norfolk.

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Image refs:

▪︎ 'Celtic Frames' font by Typographer Mediengestaltung [Copyright©2000.]

▪︎ Old English fonts by Peter S. Baker

These final two designs began "The Dragon And The Spear" Rune Art Project in Autumn 2023.

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The Dragon & The Spear

Image references:

(all of which were flagrantly adapted with sincerest appreciation):

Celtic Ring

Double Headed Dragon Vector

Ouroboros / World Serpent Vector (Edited)

Celtic Patterns Font by Omega Font Labs

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Background textures were all adapted from originals found via PINTEREST.

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This rune art project was created for fun.

It was shared to honour guidance of personal Inner Spirits.

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September, 2024.

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RUNE ART: THE DRAGON AND THE SPEAR Part II - JOURNEYS IN TEXTURE

Welcome to Part II of "THE DRAGON AND THE SPEAR" rune art project "JOURNEYS IN TEXTURE" that showed further creative travels with the mystical world of the Anglo-Saxon FUTHORC through a visual exploration of these ancient staves using an abstract theme. Part I was of the project was entitled "Journeys of Anglo-Saxon Staves."

The FUTHORC, an extended version of the older Elder Futhark, consisted of 26 to 33 runes used by the Anglo-Saxons and Frisians from the 5th to the 11th centuries CE. Each stave not only served as a letter but also held significant symbolic and magical meanings, often associated with natural elements, deities, and everyday life.

The Dragon and The Spear symbolise power, protection, and the journey of the soul. The dragon, a creature of legend, represents the primal forces of nature and the guardian of treasures. The spear, a weapon of both war and ceremony, signifies strength, direction, and the warrior’s path. Together, they weave a symbolic narrative of courage, wisdom, and the eternal quest for knowledge.

The project was created from a personal collection of images foraged from originals found via Tumblr, Flickr, Facebook, Google, DeviantArt, ArtStation & occasional screenshots. These designs were then modified to idiosyncratic personal preferences with the combined use of:

▪︎ Serif DrawPlus X8

▪︎ Mirror Lab [Ilixa]

▪︎ Chroma Lab [Ilixa]

▪︎ Artificial Intelligence [Copilot]

Through this series of images, you are invited to experience a visual richness of these ancient symbols. Each picture in this collection was designed to evoke textures symbolising the beauty and timeless mystery of the Anglo-Saxon era.

This post showed 33 images created by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes the Anglo-Saxon FUTHORC and an additional ten designs based upon representing the nine realms of ancient norse mythology within Yggdrasil, The World Tree. A tree of life image was found by PINTEREST.

'The Dragon & The Spear: Journeys in Texture' was created Summer 2024 and posted Autumn 2024 on Instagram & Facebook. It was shared to honour Spirit inspiration and for fun.

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Part III of "The Dragon and The Spear" entitled "JOURNEYS WITHIN WYRD" will follow in 2025.

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Rune Stone pictures were originally posted by @forndom.

This mood board collection was assembled by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes.

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ELDER FUTHARK RUNES RING

Adapted from an original posted by Brittney Farrell posted on Viking Mythology Group (Facebook 2nd December 2024.)

Mounting background and textures was by @gifts-of-heimdall-runes from originals found on PINTEREST.