Norse Mythology Articles

The greatness of the gods, nature, and the Nine Kingdoms, as well as the established order, could not prevent the coming of quarrels and even wars. City against city, neighbor against neighbor, brother against brother, family broken, fathers against sons, mothers against daughters. That was it, the End of the World was coming.
The sand became iron, the rivers red. Three years of chaos, the first winter bitter to the eyes to tears, the second cheeks to blood; the third swallowed everything. Summer was engulfed in eternal winter. Snow called Fimbulvet, clouds, storms, ice.

They returned to the offended Gunlod. She was not stupid, she sensed the truth. From the adventure of Odin transformed as Bolverk, nine months later she gave birth to a son named Bragi. When the boy grew up, she sent him to her father Odin. He was enchanting with his words, as sweet-spoken as sweet mead – proof of its creation with the help of mead.

Kvasir was the god of poetry. Yes, even among wars, among adventures, there was room for poetry. The birth of Kvasir is no less miraculous than he himself. However, for the clever deity, who understood the plan of the insidious Loki with the fishing net, it is fitting for him to have an unusual story about his birth.

After the Aesir found out that the giant Tok, who did not mourn Balder and thus remained in the Underworld, was in fact Loki, he himself inflicted the last insult. At a big party he attended, because he was Odin’s blood brother after all, a big feast was there. The beer was poured, masterfully prepared and served dishes, and all by two servants Eldir and Fimafeng. Loki didn’t like it at all and just killed Fimafeng.