The Eddas tell us that it is Heimdall's duty to blow the Gjallarhorn to signal the start of Ragnarok -- some guy dressed in viking garb just isn't going to cut it, in my book(s). BUT, for those of you who may be concerned, let me put your mind at ease with the distraction of discovering FATE OF THE GODS! (Thor will keep you safe!)
For this Ragnarok-y weekend only, the e-edition of FORGED BY FATE is on sale for just 4.99 (at Barnes and Noble, too!), and FATE FORGOTTEN is also discounted, and available for just 5.99 (Nook it up, as you do)! So, go grab yourselves a copy and give yourself (or a friend!) the peace of mind of knowing that Thor is with you, and as the god of the Everyman, he'll for sure be keeping us all safe and sound. (There's even some Ragnarok action in Fate Forgotten!)
Fate of the Gods! so cool even the BBC wanted to hear about it! Or um. Something.
(And if you're in the habit of celebrating the supposed end(s) of the world(s), enjoy your faux Ragnarok parties!)
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Showing posts with label Heimdall. Show all posts
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Friday, February 21, 2014
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Thor Sandwich RESULTS
So. We have an official winner! (And um, Mia. Who wrote a fabulous entry for us, in spite of the fact that she is not in the USA and therefore can not actually win, technically. She's still a winner in my heart, especially since her entry is both a story AND a picture!) But without further ado, the Thor Sandwich Blog Contest Winner is:
CAIT!
Shoot me your addresss and your preference for trading card action, and I will send some your way. (I totes could have just emailed you but I said I'd announce on the blog so I am announcing on the blog!) ALSO, allow me to present to you, Cait's most excellent short story! With a side of my sandwich!
My awesome Sandwich, rescued from the camera at last! |
THOR'S SANDWICH
Thor’s red-gold eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he lowered the final piece onto his masterpiece. The bread settled into place with barely a sound, and the god stepped back with a grin to admire his work.
Now THAT, he thought, is a SANDWICH.
“Thor!”
The smile became a scowl. “Your timing is atrocious, Freyr,” he growled.
The other god rolled his eyes. “Forget your stomach, Thor. Loki’s chasing your goats again.”
Thor sighed. Damned menace. Loki seemed to find particular delight in tormenting his goats. It was really rather absurd. He shot a longing look at the beautiful stack of edible art that was his dinner, and his stomach rumbled. “Freyr…”
“I’ll make sure no one touches it.”
“Thank you,” he said, hefting his hammer. Loki wouldn’t be at all pleased when he finished with him.
***
Thor waved to Freyr and let his hammer drop beside him. Loki always seemed to take such joy in messing with him at the absolute worst times. He shrugged it off and heaved a satisfied smile as he settled into the seat, staring lovingly at his sandwich. Even in his hands, it was still huge. The lettuce crunched as he raised it to his mouth.
“Thor!”
He squeezed his eyes shut and resisted the urge to reach for Mjolnir. “What?” he snarled.
Thrud glanced from her father to the sandwich he was trying very hard not to crush. “Um. I’m sorry, but Odin wanted you...”
He growled to himself, and set the sandwich down gently. He shot a glance at his daughter, and she flinched at the lightning in his eyes.
“I’ll make sure no one touches it,” she swallowed.
Thor took a deep breath. “Thank you.”
***
“Damn it, Baldur!”
“I am sorry, Thor, but they prayed to you! You need to answer!”
“But I just…” Thor’s countenance fell as he shot a longing glance at his sandwich.
“It will hardly take you more than a moment. Your supper will still be here when you return.”
Thor grumbled, but Baldur at least had the good grace to look sorry.
***
“Sif…” He was beginning to despair of ever seeing his sandwich again.
“Please, husband? It will only take a moment…”
***
“Heimdall…!” he groaned. “Why me?”
“You control the lightning, Thor. What would take me hours will take you seconds.”
“Does it have to be now?”
Heimdall’s golden eyes stared back, and Thor sighed again.
***
“Thor, please?”
“No, Thrall!”
“But Nidhogg…!”
Thor’s head fell to his hand.
***
“FOR THE LAST TIME, NO!!!”
Thor’s shout rocked Asgard, sending lightning shattering through the aether. His eyes glowed blinding white, and electricity flickered across his skin. The gods all stood, staring.
“Now,” he said, steadying his breathing. “I am going to go eat my sandwich. And the next person who interrupts me will find Mjolnir in their face. Are we clear?”
His eyes flashed back to blue as he turned, sweeping his gaze across the assembled company. No one moved. Thor gave a small smile, and stalked back to his seat. Hammer still in one hand, he picked up his sandwich, settled back, kicked his feet up, and took a bite.
Now THAT, he thought again, is a damn fine sandwich.
And a finer Thor sandwich story, I never did see.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Affairs of the Gods: Heimdall as Rig
Heimdall chatting up Freyja |
Reading the myth put me in mind of the Old Testament and the book of Genesis, where it says:
Lamech took two wives; the name of one was Adah, and the name of the other Zillah. Adah bore Jabal; he was the ancestor of those who live in tents and have livestock. His brother’s name was Jubal; he was the ancestor of all those who play the lyre and pipe (4:19-21).**
Of course the Rigsthula is a much less dry accounting of this kind of ancestry-assignment (say what you will about the myths, but the Norsemen know how to tell a story of who begat whom with a lot more zest). Heimdall essentially sweet talks his way into bed with his hosts (married couples in each instance, of better and better means as the story unfolds) and then, not just into bed, but into the middle of the bed, so he has the husband on one side of him and the wife on the other. Heimdall sure didn't lack gumption to impregnate these ladies while they were in bed with their husbands. Of course, he's a god -- and gods have a reputation for letting nothing stand in the way of a little bit of boot-knocking -- but after accepting their hospitality, it does seem a little bit... questionable, on Heimdall's part.
Then again, hospitality wasn't nearly the binding contract among the Norse that it was for the Greeks. We see in the Sagas how often the guise of offering hospitality is used to betray someone utterly. The Volsung family, for example, suffers this kind of deception and betrayal, resulting in the deaths of everyone but Sigmund and Sigyn, who are then left to take revenge upon Sigyn's husband (who invited the entire family to visit and then slaughtered them). However, we also see, by the behavior of the Volsungs, that betraying one's guests is absolutely dishonorable and deviant behavior.*** I'm not certain if that holds true the other way around -- if the guests themselves are bound by some rule in their treatment of the host, I haven't yet come across an example of it (and there is plenty of stuff out there I haven't read, for the record).
All that said, each son finds a wife, and they all are said to have lived happily ever after, making plenty of babies with specialized skill-sets for their particular roles as Thralls, Peasants, or Kings. How much Heimdall had to do with that, I don't know, but I'd LIKE to believe that he at least went so far as ensuring a semi-prosperous future for the other two sons he fathered and abandoned. I find myself wondering if the cuckolded husbands realized who fathered their strapping boys, but how do you miss someone having sex in the bed right next to you?
I think these affairs of Heimdall's give Zeus a run for the money in the BRASH department, personally.
*To me, this looks like Jarl is the only child who is given the TOOLS to rule (it is not possible to overvalue literacy.. or um, magic). He comes from the most well off of the families Heimdall stays with (judging by the food offered to their guest and what the husband is busying himself with in the evening hours), and is described as the most beautiful of the three boys born, too. Basically, Jarl is given every advantage. The American in me is saying "but! BUT! Wouldn't the line of kings be even more impressive if they had come from a situation of adversity from birth, rather than getting the silver-spoon treatment?!" I suppose this is proof positive that not all sons of gods are created equal. Or something.
**I always found this passage interesting, because it comes before the flood, wherein everyone but Noah's family is wiped out, which makes it kind of impossible for Jabal and Jubal to be the ancestors of anyone TODAY, as Noah was a descendant of one of Adam's other sons, and Jubal and Jabal are descended from Cain.
***Sigyn's father refuses to believe her husband would do such a thing, but even if he didn't refuse to believe it, he wouldn't dishonor of his family name himself by turning tail and running, anyway. Such was the importance of honor and reputation, it was better to die fighting -- as we all remember from that post about Hel.
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