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rulimaquina · 1 year

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Early Winter Tides

Fandom: God Of War Ragnarok (SPOILERS FREE) | Norse Mythology (Freeform).

Ship: Thor x Jarnsaxa.

Rate: 18+.

Contains: Sex. Mentions of violence. Possessiveness. Cheating. (It's relatively-mythology-compliant Thor and his mistress).

It was no secret to anyone that Thor was far from a gentle lover.

Not much about him was gentle. His hands were rough from the scarring left behind by old battles, his body told a very similar tale, his booming voice could stop someone in their tracks and make them cower more efficiently that even the mightiest of thunders summoned by Thor's hammer, and Mjolnir summoned some mighty thunder.

It was a good thing Jarnsaxa didn't want gentle.

She was one of the nine daughters of the sea, a personification of the waves, and the waves were far from gentle when she got to control them. Her parents had named her Jarnsaxa, 'she who is an iron dagger', for a reason. Their Jottun nature had allowed them to foresee their fifth daughter would be far from calm and gentle, she would be swift and deadly like the weapon that became her namesake. Sharing the sea with four older sisters since her birth, then also with the four younger sisters that came into the world after her, didn't make her any gentler.

Nor could she deal with a gentle man in her bed. Her skin was cold as the winds of the realm her people migrated from, her lips and tongue carried the salt of the seawaves she embodied, her hair forever decorated with the coarse sands of the shore. Jarnsaxa needed a lover who could endure such things. Gentle men didn't usually meet that requirement.

Thor didn't appreciate her introspection. He pulled her into a rough kiss, one hand fisting her long, seafoam white hair at the back of her head as he slammed his hips up into her, ripping a moan out of her and drinking it like it was the sweetest mead as his tongue dived past her parted lips. It didn't take many more thrusts before they were both reaching their peak with a perfectly synchronized crescendo of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Even after the deed was done and they laid recovering from their heated affairs, Thor still gripped her tightly, greedily, seizing her hips with the possessive hold one would reserve for a betrothed, or a wife... and yet, he used it on her.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jarnsaxa chuckled breathlessly, their lips still touching. The closest thing to gentleness they allowed in the privacy of her room were these soft caresses of cold, saltwater-kissed lips against rough, bearded lips as they spoke into each other's mouths.

"You went somewhere," he groaned, blue eyes meeting hers with the intense gaze that always sent electricity down her spine. "I could see it in your eyes. You weren't fully here."

She could deny it, could try and play coy and underestimate his observation skills and intelligence the way so many others did, see what that earned her. But there was a —very, very high— chance that would make him mad. Jarnsaxa might enjoy roughness, she sure enjoyed pressing down on the bruises he tended to leave behind once all was said and done and he returned to Asgard. But she happened to be one of the seemingly few people that didn't believe the god of thunder's quickness to anger to be that amusing- at least not if she was the one triggering one of his outbursts. Watching him take out his frustration on others who were reckless enough to arouse his wrath, on the other hand, was quite entertaining.

"I got lost in my own thoughts for a moment," she conceded.

Thor's bushy auburn brows furrowed, casting a shadow over his blue eyes that reminded her of the sight of the ocean's waters right before a storm. His jaw tensed and his teeth bared in a way that was subconsciously driven. The tips of his fingers dug on her flesh slightly. If Jarnsaxa didn't know better, she would dare say he sounded jealous, jealous of her thoughts, of the fact her focus had strayed from him for even a minute. But she did know better.

Still, it was a fun thought to entertain as she moved away from his face, placing her hands on his belly for balance, and began to move her hips again, riding him the way he loved, the way she knew that Aesir wife of his didn't —otherwise, he wouldn't keep coming back to Jarnsaxa's bed like a bear returning to its cave—, and, like every time, she watched him melt under her ministrations, while another part of him currently inside her was already hardening, recovering from his previous climax to perform once more.

Jarnsaxa might not be the best in terms of calming the waters. But never let it be said she didn't know how to calm a god.

#god of war thor #norse mythology #jarnsaxa #god of war ragnarok #jarnsaxa x thor #I'm just here revisiting an old ship #my writing #fandom work

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salem-house-press · 1 year

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Jarnsaxa Thor's wife.

#jarnsaxa #norse #norse myth #norse mythology #norse deities #vikings #viking art #dwarf #blacksmith #hand forged

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worstloki · 9 months

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Jarnsaxa calls Thor princess and he likes it

"I don't want to go home," Thor complained, voice thick from the languor they had spent the afternoon in.

There was no use to cease lazing about when he was in fair company, and it was not as though it would matter the next day. Father never cared where he went off to, even if his destination was a woman's hovel in the outskirt mountains of Jotunheim.

"Then stop complaining about it," Jarnsaxa grumbled.

Thor sighed, and stared at the way his boot sat on the table.

The other boot was likely on the floor somewhere, or still on his foot. Feeling was starting to return to his arms now, weighing him down into the chaise and digging into his underarm where it was slung around the wooden frame, but he couldn't quite feel his feet yet.

The rest of the room was a mix of colours and blurred swirls, though Thor knew the layout by heart. All Jarnsaxa’s furniture was wood and all her decorations were different shades of furs and skins, or a mix of ice magic—a vast change from Asgard’s tendency to favour metals, but then the weather here was far better suited to the thick ice walls instead.

There was never a fire in Jarnsaxa’s home, except the first time Thor had wound up almost freezing to death. The building had enchantments keeping the temperature normal, and a small space in the wall where a fireplace would otherwise have been saved her from needing anything more when she wanted cooked meat.

The place was comely, and large enough to house three more giants if they could stand to share the large room. She lived alone, and Thor hadn’t an inkling as to why she chose to.

Jarnsaxa always made the best drinks.

That alone was motivation enough for Thor to befriend her, running off to Jotunheim when he needed a reason to spend time in leisure.

She preferred silence over conversation, but it was hardly uncomfortable—she accommodated his visits with no resistance, and let him speak when he had something to say.

From what Thor could tell, she lived too far from the communities of Jotunheim to be claimed by any tribe, but was a strong enough hunter and mage to not mind the solitude.

He turned his head slowly, craning to see her sprawled over the bed in a similar state as him.

He sighed, wistful. There weren’t many afternoons where Thor was able to run off, and less where he found himself able to refrain from niceties.

To laze around in a stranger’s home was unthinkable for Thor… but Jarnsaxa was strong enough to live alone and only concerned herself where she had to. She had no patience for manners and it meant the realms to Thor that she didn’t care for Asgard—or any of the titles in any of the nine, really.

He knew her, and knew that even in the deserted icy plains Thor was safe in the construct she called a home. She wasn’t a stranger to him.

And if he wasn’t safe, Thor didn’t visit any realm without Mjolnir.

Where was Mjolnir?

Thor looked away from the bed where he realized he’d been watching her rest—she couldn’t see him from where he was, and all he had been able to see of her were her bare legs, the way one had been bent standing to show off her thigh where the skirt cloth had pulled back.

He wouldn’t act as though he had gotten used to the way she dressed, especially not in the freezing temperatures of the realm, but it was her usual fare to dress in such a leather armoured skirt. Having seen it countless times, the heat that spread through his head was not new by any means.

Mjolnir had been left by the door, Thor now remembered. He had dropped the hammer near the collection of fractured large bones littered by the entrance.

Thor hadn’t recognised any of the bones, but then he did not know half the wild beasts that roamed the snowy wasteland.

His neck hurt when he moved it the other direction, and he sighed as he struggled to move a hand to his neck. He held the back of his head as he tested the movements, frowning through the last of the haze when he found the muscles sore.

“My neck hurts.”

Jarnsaxa huffed, moving on the bed. Thor didn’t look. "That’s nothing I want to hear."

Right.

She always said he complained too much. Thor felt the heat in his head slowly reach his ears.

He never wanted to be a burden when he visited. If he thought she wanted him gone he wouldn’t keep showing up…

Not that she would let him stay if she wanted him gone, Jarnsaxa was honest and blunt with what she wanted. That was one reason Thor appreciated her company.

Herbs hung from the ceiling, growing in wooden frames; they were not green like Asgard’s magical plants, but a sodden grey instead, though they were still alive. Thor had seen Jarnsaxa use some of them when making potions, though never in anything she had given him to drink.

He wondered where the bottle they were sharing had gone—it was normal for her to finish it off after Thor took his few sips, but he wondered if there was any left.

Returning home meant he couldn’t lounge with his feet up and shoulders slouched, so he wanted to stay, even if Jarnsaxa didn’t want to give him any more to drink.

“I’m thirsty,” he stated, bringing himself to look back to the bed. Jarnsaxa had turned to her side, legs crossing over each other. He did better not to stare now that he could see her shoulders and hair too.

Jarnsaxa stretched her arms out and returned to her back.

“Get yourself some water.”

Thor’s ears heated again, and so did the skin along his legs at the way she dismissed him. His face warmed as he tried to reword himself, but could not bring himself to say anything more out of embarrassment.

He knew where the water was stored—there was a crate buried under a slab in the floor filled with it, she had shown him before.

“Is there any more ale?” He asked, eventually, when it had been too long to stand even to retrieve water. It was not an easy admittance, for even as easy as it was to speak to Jarnsaxa as a friend, Thor felt she had already shared what she was willing to.

Jarnsaxa huffed, and the feeling of embarrassment tripled in Thor’s chest.

“With your tolerance it’s better you don’t drink too much.”

Thor felt his hackles rise at the offending remark—he could handle his ale as well as any other, it was not his doing that Jotunheim had stronger drink than he was used to. On Asgard, ale did not truly dull the senses the way Jarnsaxa’s drinks did, even if you drank a full barrel.

“A little will not do me harm,” he reasoned. He had drunk more with Jarnsaxa before, but Jotunheim ales tended to have strange properties and different outcomes, always carrying a slight uncertainty.

“Very well, you can have another sip.”

She was teasing him, or mocking him with her suggestion—perhaps both—but to Thor that was merely a challenge he was happy to respond to. With her permission, he knew where she kept the ale, and that the closest bottle would be the one kept by the bed’s side.

Thor warily sat up, biting his tongue at the way his balance shifted when he did. Standing made him feel as though he would fall over or throw up, but that was typical and Thor had no need for dwelling upon it. Through his annoyance he demanded, “I will have more than a sip, Jarnsaxa.”

“Alright Princess, but you’re coming here to get it.”

Thor paused in his attempted walking, keeping a hand upon a high bench for balance. He narrowed his eyes at her figure laid on top of the fur bed, surprised by the unexpected label. Though Jarnsaxa knew he was a prince he had never heard her use a title for him—let alone the wrong one, though he recalled her ongoing flippancy in remembering the correctness of different Asgardian words.

There were always small errors in AllSpeak, and Jarnsaxa’s Asgardian speech was not perfect. It was possible the mistake was an honest one.

He watched as Jarnsaxa reached beside herself on the bed, propping up a new bottle by her elbow.

“I shan’t bottle feed you this time,” Jarnsaxa continued, bringing herself to sit up with effort.

She began to shake the bottle and in lieu of her arms or torso Thor stared at her legs, which for all they were apart were by far the more appropriate option. He did not understand how she was so comfortable in an armoured skirt that was so short, or how with all her size and strength she was willing to spend time with him; Thor struggled to take his eyes away. He supposed it was better that half her thigh be uncovered than have no clothing at all.

The fur below her legs was firm, not moving as much as Thor would have liked—but Thor remembered to complete his journey, climbing to the bed.

“I am a Prince of Asgard,” Thor reminded, stressing the masculine differentiation of the word.

Jarnsaxa opened the bottle with her bare hands and held it out to Thor who took it happily, but carefully. He wouldn’t spill it onto her bed.

She watched him take a sip, and then another before demanding the new bottle back. It was too big in Thor’s hands anyway, and he could feel the liquid leaving a warmth where it traveled down to his stomach.

She tipped the bottle back, making way on the ale in earnest, and Thor watched, unsure how to feel of it. On Asgard, no one shared a drinking vessel this way, and Thor’s pitiful attempt to drink would have been an embarrassment to never live down in comparison to the way Jarnsaxa downed half the bottle after. He didn’t have to worry about that here.

“Aye,” she nodded once she was done—Thor barely remembered what she spoke of, “but you whinge.”

Thor scoffed, uncertain what to make of her complaint with him this time. He did not whine half as much about her as she would criticise him, but Thor did not mind it so much. Thor refuted that he whinged but he did not mind that it was her picking out this fault. He felt proud of it. Thor couldn’t whinge on Asgard without tiresome repercussions.

Here, nothing would be made of it.

The ale was beginning to take effect, settling into the tips of his fingers as an immovable mass willing him to do less. Thor listened, curling up on himself, though he knew better than to take up much space on her bed. He felt too indolent to move back from where he came.

He heard the bottle be placed upon a wooden surface, now ringing empty, and startled when Jarnsaxa settled next to him. She laid down with her knees brushing against Thor, aware he was still there.

The ale in his stomach turned at the contact and his breathing quickened as he considered his choices.

If Thor was honest to himself, he would admit that she scared him. She was a giant, and two heads taller than he would be if he stood on the tips of his toes.

Her skin was the same blue Thor supposed all giants must be, and her legs were strong, in a way that still retained their natural softness. Thor didn’t think she was stronger than him, but he never intended to fight her.

Her hair was an elegant nightsky black with strands of natural white, and her upper body corded with lean, hidden muscle where he could see the skin. From where he sat, the armour over her chest did little to cover her strength. She was older than Thor, but still young, though Thor had never asked her age. Giants aged slower than Aesir, anyway.

She wrapped furred leather over her wrists and ankles, sometimes, and Thor always liked when she did. It made her look fiercer, more ready for battle though Thor knew the clothing would make no true difference to her hunting. She had them on now.

The thoughts of her appearance interrupted Thor’s lanquidity, pulling away at the enjoyment settled through him.

“Do not call me that again,” he blurted. “Some would take offense to it.”

He hadn’t been angry at the remark, as Thor would have been with any other. He felt… strange, about the mistake. Indifferent, and embarrassed.

She opened her eyes to look at him, and it did not occur to him that he may be disturbing her enjoyment too.

“Come here,” she lifted an arm, gesturing for Thor to move closer.

The sides of his waist tingled and his legs only moved when he could see them, so he struggled to make the distance, small as it was. His face was in front of hers, too close, but moving took so much energy, and—and his arms couldn’t hold him up like this for long.

Her eyes were the usual red and black, but it had never disturbed him the way other giants did. This was how they had always been, and he couldn’t picture her eyes being any other way.

Thor’s arms collapsed, and Thor apologised for falling onto her until she placed a hand over his mouth. Her fingers dug into the cheek on both sides, only a little painful.

“I wasn’t going to carry you back,” she stated.

Thor tried to tell her she should, because then he was in her bed, and he knew she wasn’t inclined to share it—but she shushed him, and squeezed his mouth more.

Thor sighed, as much as he could with his mouth held hostage.

He did not mind where he rested, and after a moment she moved her hand away from his face to swathe around him.

Being held was strange, but not unwelcome.

Her skin was thicker than his, and rougher, and he could feel that in her arms wrapped around his front, as well as in the way she felt pressed so firmly against his back. He could feel her chest move with every breath, and struggled not to think of it.

The ale itself began to blur his thoughts and vision, forcing him to relax in her arms. He liked the position, for all that it had been unintentional.

She moved her legs, which reminded Thor that he was smaller than her—she enveloped him completely in her hold, the tingling of the ale and her touch mixing together in a way that made Thor flush uncontrollably, happy.

“Precious, little Thor,” she murmured into his hair. “The smallest princess.”

Thor gasped, choking on a surprised breath as he found he was short of air.

Excuse me?!

Thor froze, letting the words sink in. He didn’t—he wasn’t—a pronunciation error, perhaps.

He tried not to move, flustered by her mistake.

Those words were insulting at the least, if not for the way she said them fondly. Thor wasn’t sure how he felt, the words not being ones he wanted to refute, but not being acceptable either.

He did not have the energy to argue, and did not think he found reason to; the words were meaningless to Jarnsaxa. His own heart was likely to stop of shock, but he was pleasantly warm, and that was all he needed to care for. It was the ale, influencing her mind, and Thor’s.

There were not many chances to be coddled the way Jarnsaxa did him. He should focus on other things. Thoughts that were appropriate for the disorganised hovel he considered to be his second home.

#you're so right #Thor should be called a princess and have no idea what to make of it when he likes it #Jarnsaxa teases him and he's like ''i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me''#etc. etc.#ficlet

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eik-lp · 1 year

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TRIBES OF MIDGARD 😱 #04 Ich habe Jarnsaxas gesichtet 🤗

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folksaga-if · 10 months

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M O D I ; THE SECOND

[ M | W R A T H F U L | SON OF THOR ]

“THE BEST WAY TO SOLVE PROBLEMS IS TO CREATE MORE PROBLEMS UNTIL YOU’RE DEAD”

Modi Thorson should be a lot more...

He should just be more.

That the God of Thunder had little love for his twin sons or their jötunn mother might have been Asgard’s worst-kept secret. That Thor especially disliked the dark-haired, hot-tempered, stormy-eyed second-born was commonly accepted as fact. Where his brother was mocked and derided, Modi often went ignored - and to say that he’s become a little emotionally repressed as a result would be a cataclysmic understatement.

You expect someone angry, or vicious, or cruel.

You don’t expect some goth guy with a minor sarcasm problem and a wallet full of pictures of his cats.

Fucking plural.

There’s something more to Modi Thorson. There has to be. Once upon a time the wrathful Prince of the Æsir went into Ragnarök as a vengeful god, fury incarnate, and he left it...not blank, exactly, but very notably not the ferocious deity he was famed to have been. There’s something more to Modi Thorson, more than broody looks and scoffs and muttered quips, something you might be tempted to uncover - so long as you’re damn sure you’re ready to accept the consequences if you do.

(Modi is 5′11″ / 180cm with a lean, athletic build. He has shoulder-length dark hair that he often keeps tied back, fair skin, and grey-blue eyes. He’s the spitting image of his mother Jarnsaxa, if the skalds are to be believed.

So, well. It’s no small wonder his father could hardly stand to look at him.)

#ro intro #modi thorson #aesthetic #moodboard #interactive fiction #folksaga #folksaga-if #interact-if #cog #romance option #choice of games #choicescript #norse mythology

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therese-lokidottir · 7 months

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The Thunder God and The Iron Dagger

#thor #jarnsaxa #thornsaxa #fan art #my art

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something-in-the-seas · 1 year

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I kinda wish Magni and Modi had survived, especially with a plot line of Magni falling out of Asgard’s favor and Modi becoming the new golden child because Thor feels so guilty about beating him nearly to death.

Thor’s anti-giant rhetoric towards Atreus isn’t really addressed, but it would have been nice development for Thor to see his internalized hatred come home to roost if Magni was now facing abuse for being mostly giant. Especially from Heimdall and Modi, who now has Odin really whispering in his ear.

Modi gets an ego boost but doesn’t realize Heimdall and others are laughing at him, not with him. They don’t actually like him for who he is, they just hang around him cause he’s the heir to Mjölnir. But, Modi for once, feels like he belongs.

It’d be interesting to see Magni and Modi’s perspective’s on Sif after she goes sober for Thrúd and her thoughts on Modi heading down a dark path and Magni being seen as an outsider to his own family. Maybe Thrúd gets to open up and finally bond with at least one of her brothers. Then, there’s Jarnsaxa getting addressed and whether or not Thor killed her or if Odin had something to do with it.

#god of war #god of war ragnarök #magni gow #modi gow #gow thrúd #sif gow #thor gow #odin gow #I think it’d really add weight to Mimir telling thor his family is falling apart #also modi becoming the Thor we hear from in 2018 while Magni becomes the Thor that’s so tired and depressed by Ragnarök

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sigyns-drafts · 4 months

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▷∙∘Mastlist∘∙◁

Norse mythology

Odin

Frigg

Fulla

Baldr

Hodr

Hermodr

Nanna

Hoenir

Jord

Thor

Sif

Thrud

Magni

Modi

Jarnsaxa

Loki

Angrboda

Sigyn

Fenrir

Jormungandr

Hel

Njord

Skadi

Freyja

Freyr

Gerdr

Eir

Lofn

Sjofn

Saga

Sol & Mani

Snv/RoR

Odin

Thor

Loki

Heimdallr

Brunhilde (including all Valkyries)

Hermes

Hercules

Aphrodite

Hades

Shiva + his wives

Rudra

Anubis

Lu bu

Adam & Eve

Kojiro Sasaki

Jack the ripper

Buddha

Qin

Apollo

Poseidon

Smite

Maman Brigitte

Amaterasu

Anhur

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Ao kuang

Aphrodite

Arcane

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Artio

Awilix

Baron samedi

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Ballona

Cernunnos

Chaac

Chang e

Charon

Cu chualinn

Da ji

Discordia

Erlang shen

Eset

Fafnir

Freya

Ganesha

Gilgamesh

Guan yu

Hantchiman

Hades

He bo

Heimdallr

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Hera

Horus

Hou yi

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Iz chel

Izanami

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Kali

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Medusa

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Nike

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Nu wa

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Pele

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Shiva

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Surtr

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Terra

Thanatos

The Morrigan

Thor

Tiamat

Tsukuyomi

Tyr

Ullr

Vulcan

Xbalanque

Yemoja

Ymir

Yu Huang

Zeus

Ror!Thor x Fem!Sif reader(A kiss under the evening sun)

Ror!Hermes x NB! Human reader (Enchanting music of the night)

In whistling spirits can be growth (Hades x Persephone)

With an Honorary status, beware the rubble (Odin, Loki, Sigyn, Angrboda)

The unlikely jackal-headed companion (Ror!Anubis x fem!reader)

Bonding by the Nile (Smite!Sobek & Neith)

With parental aid, my cycle's dread will fade (Hel!Reader with Loki and Sigyn)

Slumber in the Divine Boardroom (Gn!Reader x ror!Hades x Buddha x Loki x Poseidon)

Secret crushes and seashells (Ror poseidon x oc)

You remind me so much of him (ror buddha x fem!reader)

#writing #masterlist #norse mythology #smite #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok

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mask131 · 1 year

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Cold winter: Thor

THOR

Category: Norse mythology

When talking about Norse mythology, Thor is the one god one can’t miss. He was one of the biggest characters of Norse religion (and of Germanic mythology too, where he was known as Donar).

Thor is the son of Odin, king of the gods, and of Jörd, a goddess embodying the earth. He has a wife named Sif, a goddess renowned for her beautiful golden hair, but also a lover, Jarnsaxa, a jötunn who name seems to mean “iron dagger”! Thor also has three children: Thrudr (Strength), the daughter of Thor and Sif ; Magni (Mighty), son of Thor and Jarnsaxa, and Modi (Wrath). Now, the thing is that Modi and Magni are talked about together, without their mother mentioned, in the “Poetic Edda”, hinting at them possibly being twins born of the same mother – while in the Prose Edda, Modi is completely missing and there is only talk of Magni, whose mother is identified as Jarnsaxa. And if this was easy… there’s also the matter of Jarnsaxa. She is identified as a jötunn and the mother of Magni in the Prose Edda – but in the same Prose Edda, Sif, Thor’s legal divine wife, calls herself by two names… one is “rival of Jarnsaxa”, implying that the giantess is indeed a lover of her husband… and the other is actually “Jarnsaxa”. She calls herself Jarnsaxa, implying… that maybe the jötunn mother is just another identity or another personality of Sif herself. It is all a confusing and complicated matter. Note that all of three of Thor’s children are manifestations of traits of Thor himself: he was said to be the strongest of all the gods (Strength, Mighty), but also renowned as a deity prone to anger (Wrath).

Thor is said to live with Sif and his children in a hall called Bilskirnir (Lightning-crack), located in an area called Thrudheim (the realm of strength) or Thrudvangr (the power field), which is Thor’s domain in Asgard, the world of the gods. Bilskirnir is said to be one of the biggest buildings of Asgard, with 540 rooms. Thor also owns three specific items. The most well-known is his hammer, Mjölnir, his main weapons in his various battles, renowned for being the “crusher of giant skulls” thanks to how Thor kept using it to kill jötnar. With one good hit of his hammer, Thor can break an entire mountain in two ; but it can also be a tool of divine blessing as Thor demonstrates in some stories. It never misses its target, can never be lost by Thor no matter how he throws it (the hammer always “returns” to Thor’s hand, figuratively or not depending on how you interpret it), can hit as heavy as Thor desires it to be – and it even can shrink in size until becoming small enough to fit into a pocket! Crafted by dwarf masters after Loki cut Sif’s golden hair (a long story), it only has one default: its handle is too short. His second item is “Jarngreipr” (iron grippers) or Jarnglofer (iron gauntlets), a pair of iron gloves Thor needs to wield his hammer (for unknown reasons). Last but not least is Megingjörd, the “power-belt”, a belt that, when worn by Thor, doubles his already prodigious strength.

Thor’s numerous and many adventures throughout Norse mythology are mostly him wandering about, hunting/fighting/killing various monsters, ranging from hostile jötnar to Jormungandr the “world-serpent”. Always excessive and terrifying in everything he does (thanks to his prodigious strength and wild nature), he is renowned as both a prodigious eater of great appetite and the best drinker of all of the gods, able to gulp down a LOT of liquid, be it ale or sea-water. Physically he is usually recognized by three facts: one, his red hair and beard, two, his largeness, three, his eyes that are burning, fiery, fierce, fearsome – in one word, terrifying. His chariot is drawn not by horses, but by two goats: Tanngrisnir (“one that has gaps between the teeth”) and Tanngnjost (“one that grinds teeth”). Whenever Thor travels around the world, and when he needs to eat, he simply camps somewhere and kills his goats, cooking and eating their meat. He keeps however their bones preciously, because in the following morning he just has to use his magical hammer to bring them back to life in full health and shape. It is due to this unique ownership that Thor is called the “lord of goats”. Oh yes and if a chariot pulled by goats doesn’t seem impressive… one should add that when the goats starts to swiftly run, mountains burst and earth is covered in fire where the chariot passes. These goats are also the reason for the presence of two children alongside Thor: Thjalfi and Röskva, a boy and a girl, children of a peasant in whose house Thor was hosted for one night. As the poor family didn’t have enough to feed Thor, the god simply killed his goats to make a supper for everybody – but Loki, who was alongside Thor in the house, tempted Thjalfi into breaking one of the goat’s bones to suck its marrow. As a result, in the following morning, when Thor resurrected his goats, he noticed one of them was now lame due to the broken bone – and he entered a wild and furious rage. But upon seeing how terrified the humans were, he calmed down, and explaining the situation, he reclaimed as a compensation the two human children, that became his servants and companions for his future adventures.

Apparently, according to Odin, every day Thor wades through two rivers (Körmt and Örmt), and then through two more (the Kerlaugar, or Kerlaugs twain) to go to some sort of council or court held at Yggdrasil, the World-Tree, and there he sits as “judge”. There is also another fascinating myth showing Thor acting as a father: apparently during one of his travels he met a dwarf called Alviss, who is about to get married, and as they chat Thor realizes the dwarf is about to marry… Thor’s very own daughter. And Thor gets pretty angry because apparently this marriage agreement was made between the gods while he was away, and he finds the dwarf really repulsive. So to trick him, Thor reveals his identity as the father of the bride and forces the dwarf suitor to prove himself to him – by revealing all that he knows about all the different worlds he travelled in. So the dwarf, to prove himself worthy, listed at Thor his encyclopedic knowledge of everything and everyone… but as it turns out, it was just a ploy to gain time until dawn – for dwarfs turn to stone is they are touched by sunlight, and Thor kept Alviss busy enough for him not to notice the incoming sunrise. This story is one of several that actually can be used to disprove a common misconception about Thor: Thor is not stupid. Yes he is a mighty brute and a “hit-before-talking” type of guy renowned for crashing everybody’s skulls – but he is never said to be an idiot or slow-minded. In this story and others he can actually become tricky when the situation calls for it, though he is not known by nature as a cunning god ; and he is able to hold an insult-contest with Odin, which requires a lot of knowledge and intelligence (though he ultimately loses because Odin is Odin). In a similar way, yes he is a destructive and terrifying warrior prone to bursts of violence… but he is also a good god who makes his best to not frighten humans too much and usually only kills threats, dangers and evil people.

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All of that being said… WHAT is Thor the god of?

Well… of lightning you may answer. This was an aspect of the god that was pushed hard by Marvel, but it is true that Thor is heavily associated with lightning and storms. His hall is literally called “lightning-crack”, while his name and its variants (Thor, Thunor, Thuner, Thunar) gave birth to the modern word “thunder”. It was recorded by medieval chroniclers that Thor was thought to be the god ruling the sky and was explicitly compared with the Roman Jupiter: Thor was said to be the god who ruled over lightning, thunder, winds, storms, and weather in general. Jacob Grimm, in the 19th century, for his reconstruction of Germanic mythology, pointed out all of the (then) modern expressions linking Thor/Donar to thunder: in Norwegian lightning is “Thor’s warmth”, in Swedish thunder is “Thor’s rumble”. Swedish expressions such as “the ride of the god” and “the good old fellow is taking a ride” are used when there is a storm, implying that Thor’s rides through the sky caused thunderstorms ; and the Scandinavian folk belief of trolls and giants being scared of lightning might be a leftover of Thor the jötnar-killer. Finally, in North Frisian a traditional curse is “Let the red-haired thunder see to that!”).

But fascinatingly the Romans did not associated Thor with their own thunder god Jupiter… Donar, the Germanic Thor, was associated with “Jove” (another name of Jupiter) but only by Germans in the post-Roman era and early Middle-Ages, where the sacred oaks of Donar were called “Jove trees” and the name “Thunor” became a synonym of “Jove” in texts. The Romans themselves, when they encountered the Germanic and Nordic people and identified their gods with their own, rather associated Thor with Hercules – because both were crazy-strong monster-killing heroes wielding a form of mace. We also know that Thor was considered by Nordic people and Vikings to be a sort of fertility and health god, as he was given offerings whenever there was the threat of a plague or a famine – though it might have more to be with Thor’s “protective” nature. Indeed, well after the old Norse times, well after the Roman times, all the way to the Vikings and even well into the Christian times of Nordic countries, Thor’s hammer was a very strong folkloric symbol. The stylized hammer, sometimes covered in runes, was worn as an amulet or pendant by people as a way to protect their owner, warding off evil spirits and bad things.

The name of “Thor” stayed also very popular despite the Christianization of Northern Europe, resulting in “Thor” or its variants appearing in various first names, family names and location names across ancient Norse countries. Heck, even one of the days of the English week, “Thursday” is named after Thor, as it is in truth “the day of Thunor”, Thunor being the name of Thor in Old English.

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𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕹𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖘 & 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖊𝖈𝖙

-𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖆- Lover of Loki and mother of monsters (Fenrir, Jormungandr, and Hel) -𝕬𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖗- Father of Jord and lover of Nott -𝕬𝖚𝖉𝖗- son of Nott and Naglfari. -𝕬𝖚𝖉𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖆- Primeval super cow that started the universe. -𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖗 (𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖚𝖗/𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗)- son of Odin and Frigg, brother to Hodr and Hermodr. God of beauty, innocence, peace and rebirth -𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖆- Mother of Odin, Vila, Ve, and Hoenir, Wife of Burr. -𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖗 (𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖗)- son of Buri, father of Odin, husband to Bestla. -𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖎 (𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊)- son of Odin. God of poetry, music and the harp. -𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖎 (𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖎)- Licked into existence by a primeval super cow, father of Burr and first god. Ruler of prehistory. -𝕯𝖆𝖌𝖗 (𝕯𝖆𝖌𝖚𝖗)- Son of Dellingr and Nott, half brother of Jord and Aud. -𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖗 (𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌)- Father to Dagr. God of the dawn. -𝕰𝖎𝖗 (𝕰𝖎𝖑/𝕰𝖎𝖗𝖆/𝕰𝖞𝖗/𝕰𝖞𝖗𝖆)- Goddess of healing. -𝕰𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊- Goddess of spring. -𝕱𝖏𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖞𝖓𝖓- father to Frigg. masc version of Jord. -𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖎- Son of Baldr and Nanna. God of justice, truth and peace. -𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖆- daughter of Njord and Skadi, sister to Freyr, wife to Odr. Goddess of love and fertility -𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖗- Son of Njord and Skadi, brother to Freya, husband to Gerdr. God of fertility. -𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌 (𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖆/𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖗)- daughter of Fjorgynn, wife of Odin, mother of Baldr, Hodr, and Hermodr. Goddess of marriage and motherhood. -𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖆- Friggs handmaid. -𝕳𝖊𝖑- daughter of Loki. Queen of Helheim/the underworld. -𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖒𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖗(𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖒𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖑)- son of nine mothers. Guardian of Asgard. -𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖗(𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖉)- Son of Odin and Frigg, brother to Baldr and Hodr. -𝕳𝖑𝖎𝖓- Goddess of consolation and protection -𝕳𝖔𝖉𝖗 (𝕳𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗)- Son of Odin and Frigg, brother to Baldr and Hermodr. God of winter. -𝕳𝖔𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖗- Son of Burr and Bestla, brother to Odin, Vali, and Ve. -𝕵𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖝𝖆- lover to Thor and mother of Magni -𝕵𝖔𝖗𝖉- Daughter of Nott and Anarr, half sister to Dagr and Aud, mother of Thor and lover to Odin. Goddess of the earth. -𝕷𝖔𝖋𝖓- Goddess of forbidden loves. -𝕷𝖔𝖐𝖎- son of Farbauti and Laufey, blood brother to Odin, husband to Sigyn, lover to Angrboda, father to Jormungandr, Fenrir, Hel, and Sleipnir. God of mischief and trickery. -𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖓𝖎- Son of Thor and Jarnsaxa, brother to Modi and Thrur. God of strength. -𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖎- God of the moon. -𝕸𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖗- Odin's wise uncle that is now only a head. -𝕹𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖋𝖆𝖗𝖎- Father of Audr, lover of Nott. -𝕹𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆- daughter of Nepr, wife of Baldr, mother of Forseti. Goddess of peace and joy. -𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖎 (𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎)- Son of Thor, brother to Magni and Thrur. -𝕹𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖘- Goddess of lakes and springs. -𝕹𝖏𝖔𝖗𝖉- Father of Freya and Freyr, husband to Skadi. God of the sea, wind, fish and wealth. -𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖙- daughter of Narvi, mother to Audr, Jord and Dagr by Naglfari, Annar, and Dellingr respectively. Goddess of nighttime. -𝕺𝖉𝖎𝖓 (𝕺𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖓/𝖂𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖓)- All father. Son of Burr and Bestla, brother to Hoenir, Vali and Ve, pact brother with Loki, Husband to Frigg, lover to Jord and Sif, father of Hodr, Bragi, Baldr, Ullr, and ofc Thor. God of war, veterans, wisdom, poetry and magic. -𝕺𝖉𝖗- Husband to Freya. -𝕾𝖆𝖌𝖆- Goddess of wisdom. -𝕾𝖎𝖋- Wife of Thor, lover to Odin, mother of Thrur and Ullr, step mother of Magni and Modi. Goddess of land, harvest and corn. -𝕾𝖎𝖌𝖞𝖓- Wife of Loki. Goddess of fidelity. -𝕾𝖏𝖔𝖋𝖓- Goddess of love and relationships. -𝕾𝖐𝖆𝖉𝖎- Mother of Freya and Freyr, wife of Njord. Goddess of winter. -𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖎𝖕𝖓𝖎𝖗- Son of Loki and Odin's trusty steed. Eight legged horse with the ability to fly through all planes. -𝕾𝖔𝖑 (𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖆)- Goddess of the sun. -𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖗 (𝕿𝖔𝖗)- Son of Odin and Jord, half brother to Hodr, Hermodr, and Baldr, husband to Sif, lover to Jarnsaxa, father to Magni, Modi and Thrur. God of thunder and battle, protector of Midgard. -𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖚𝖗 (𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖗/𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖚𝖉)- daughter of Thor and Sif, sister to Magni and Modi. -𝕿𝖞𝖗- God of war, single combat, and the skies. -𝖀𝖑𝖑𝖗- Son of Odin and Sif, step brother/step son of Thor. God of skiing, winter, hunting, and duels. -𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖎 (𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖎)- Son of Burr and Bestla, brother to Odin, Ve, and Hoenir. -𝖁𝖆𝖗- Goddess of contracts. -𝖁𝖊- Son of Burr and Bestla, brother to Odin, Vila, and Hoenir. -𝖁𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖆𝖗- God of the forest, revenge, and silence. -𝖁𝖔𝖗- Goddess of wisdom. -𝖄𝖌𝖌𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖑- Goddess of life, tree of life.

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