#th: ergi

[tyrannuspitch]

thinking about the very deliberate way loki varies the pitch of his voice in t1... the way he uses a higher voice (which could variously be described as feminine or childish or both) both to make the w4 think he's evil/treacherous/sinister and try to use that against them, AND to make thor think he's weak and helpless and try to use THAT against him... and neither work out in his favour.

like on one level it's so prophetic. so Destiny. becoming what he pretends to be.

the sinister image loki projects to sif and the warriors three seems to make them think he's been trying to kill off his family one by one to gain the throne, and their suspicions are what creates the circumstances that lead to loki actually trying to kill thor.

and the helpless image loki projects to thor is one of himself falling off the bridge, reaching for thor's hand, but slipping away. and then minutes later he DOES fall from the bridge. and although he is reaching upwards toward thor, he doesn't let him catch him.

and then beyond all this... there's the overall idea that being clever with your voice is suspect and shameful in general.

there's the title "silvertongue", which we see used only in mockery and which could very easily be backhanded at the best of times. (even the fact that it's silver makes it second-best to gold.)

and then there's how odin accuses loki of "twisting [his] words", as if it's a habitual thing, a known flaw in loki, when all loki is even actually doing is questioning him. loki is upset and seeking reassurance, but because he thinks and expresses himself in the "wrong" way (a way which is harder to control), he's met with suspicion and criticism instead.

and then there's this particular voice. the voice itself is seen as shameful. but the way he uses it, deliberately and cleverly to try and turn people's prejudice back on them, is even more so.

if he used that voice genuinely, without self-awareness and/or without the ability to turn it off, then he might be accepted as naturally lowly, but basically harmless. he would be patronised and disrespected but not quite so overtly othered. but instead he becomes a villain and an enemy, and violence always follows.

#space viking tag #meta #s: t1 #ch: loki #th: gender + sexuality #th: childhood + immortality #th: fate + hierarchy #th: ergi #yeah okay the w3 don't directly attack him. he attacks them. but they are attempting a coup yknow? #and it's pretty likely thor and loki would've fought when thor came back to asgard regardless of the destroyer fight #highlights

[nikkialena]

Ashes to Ashes

Hiccup x black reader toothless x night fury oc male Astrid

Pillars of smoke painted the sky black as fire devoured your village; tearing through anything in it's path with it's hungry teeth.

The thunderous roar of flying beast sent shivers down your spine , the sound reverberating so loudly it seemed like you were going deaf.

Your fingers shook along the handle of your great axe; as you watched helplessly as burly men slaughtered your village children and women.

"Stupid Ergi chieftain" you spat with venom laced words; gripping onto the shaft of your weapon harder, you had warned him countless times.

Practically begged him to leave behind a few warriors capable of combat, but his arrogance blinded him to your pleas.

Because you were a woman he didn't think much of your advice; and now the village and it's people suffer, their blood paints the ground crimson because of stupidity of one foolish man.

Closing your eyes momentarily you took a deep breath, if you were to die then you'd bring as many of them with you as possible.

Opening your eyes a mighty battle cry fell from your lips as you sprung off of the cliff side; hurling your axe with

all of your might into the leg of the beast.

It let out a pained roar as you swung yourself onto it's back using the axe, craning it's head back it tried to snap at you leaned back enough.

To free your dagger and plunge it deep within the eye of the dragon, blood gushed onto your arm, as you pulled back the dagger out reaching for the axe as the beast buckled and screeched in pain.

Knocking you off balance you fell from it's back, but managed to grab the axe, and carve a nice slash as gravity pulled you down.

The air whipped your face and tussled your hair as you spun around, reading your axe for another attack until something caught you by the shirt.

A familiar gurgle brought a smirk to your lips as StormShadow smiled down at you her emerald eyes reassuring you, "yes good girl Stormy now light them up".

With a huff of approval she spun around flinging you into the saddle on her back, tucking in her wings, and diving towards the ships below before releasing a powerful plasma blast.

The ships exploded into burning wood fragments and you cheered, Storm Shadow did her job well, as she flew through the carnage, knocking down men and sending their bodies scattering everywhere.

Once you were close enough to the ground you jumped off her back into a barrel roll, joining an elder warrior on the field as he struggled against two vikings.

Without hesitant your charged the vikings using a pile of bodies as a spring, to launch yourself into the air bringing the axe down with a sickening crunch.

Your blade sunk deep into the first viking's skull, splintering his head and spraying scarlet streams everywhere, the second viking looked at you with sheer horror. But this momentary distraction cost him his life as the old man plunged the blade deep within his throat, you both sighed before turning to each other he gives you a nod of approval.

"Fight hard or die fast" he mumbles before charging back into battle, you planned on doing neither, "fear not for death is not in store for us yet my friend".

The words left your lips almost immediately, "if the gods will it" he shouted charging another viking, you ripped your axe free from the skull raising a hand StormShadow picking you up.

You held onto her paw as she soared through the sky blasting enemies to peices, with an almost godly precision you hurled your axe straight into back of a bulkier viking.

Letting go of StormShadow you landed on his back dragging the axe down, and splitting him open before bouncing off his head into a airal attack onto a female viking with blue scaled armor.

She turned around and began swinging her mace at you but you parried it, pushing her away. She pushed herself upwards and began spinning around, your blade sliced the air right above her neck, she jabbed at your chest but bounced off of your armor.

She threw her shield at you and you ducked under it before flipping backwards over her, you slashed her stomach once more but missed, rolling underneath her again you drove your axe deep into her thigh, causing her to scream in agony.

She tried to swing her mace down on you but was met with your axe which knocked her mace from her hand, shs laughed nervously and backed up as you raised your axe only to be knocked over.

A blue bipedal dragon snapped at you with it's beak like snout; but you blocked it's bite with your axe handle, the axe handle broke and you braced for a bite.

But StormShadow smashed into it knocking it off of you, and firing rapid fire plasma burst at it, it let out a loud shriek and retreated to safety.

As you scrambled to stand you just barely dodged the maced swinging onto your head, it nicked your face and tore off your helmet allowing your afro curls to spills freely down your back and shoulders.

With renewed vigor you kicked her knee forcing her to fall backwards, slashing through her armor with a discarded sword from a fallen viking, her eyes looked wild and frightened as you twirled the sword in hand preparing to strike the final blow.

Until someone clad in full black armor tackled you to the floor,

they pinned you down with the weight of their body, you let out a grunt as you wrestled them, StormShadow tried to come to your aid but was tackled by a blur black scales that looked like her.

You could hear them wrestling, growling biting and clawing at each other, refocusing you brought your knee straight up into their groin.

They released their hold on you and rolled away as you sat up panting, grabbing the sword and stroking at him, only for him to catch the sword the two of you struggled.

Neither willing to let go and give the other advantage, your blade came dangerously close to his eye, but instead he slammed his foot into your stomach.

You stifled a cough and a wheeze but your grip loosened enough, for him to tear the sword from your grasp, you lunged at him but he twisted out of the way and delivered a swift kick to your chin, stars burst across your vision, stumbling backward you fell back onto your ass.

Your vision cleared after a few seconds as you watched him raise the blade over head, when suddenly StormShadow stepped over you protectively.

Shielding you with her body as her mouth hung open in a threat, she let out a low growl raising her tail ready to shoot spikes at anyone who dared approached.

Her stance shifted slightly, and a snarl fell from her mouth, "is....is that another night fury" the male asked his voice shaky.

"Why do you care you bloody coward, attacking a village of maidens and younglings", you hissed hoisting yourself up using StormShadow.

"It's not attacking merely claiming what rightfully belongs to Berkians", he replied coldly, the tip of his blade pointed at you, you charged at him only to be met by the growling face of something that looked like StormShadow.

StormShadow returned his growl full force as your eyes returned to the man, "this land is not for the taking", you spat and Stormy huffed her agreement.

"On the contrary it is " mused the male beginning to pace; "you see your Chieftain took to the seas with all your best warriors, and from the looks of it they don't plan on coming back anytime soon".

His words stung deep, your heart ached as you stood there because you knew them to be true, the signs were there you were just too busy to see them.

Swallowing thickly your hands curled into fist , you gritted your teeth, "and that gives you the right to slaughter us", your voice trembled slightly as tears gathered in your eyes.

"Nay, for your people have suffered much during your father's reign and I am sure you are tired of fighting, so why not join our cause" "over my dead body".

The blonde let out a disgruntled sigh, "see this'll never work Hiccup, let's just slaughter their elders, take them as thralls and keep their dragons".

The man know as Hiccup shot her a tired look "now now Astrid, there's no more need for prolonged bloodshed, and I only count one dragon".

He said pointing at StormShadow as she hissed, "what do you want from me", you spat ."I want you" he stated causally as if his men didn't just invade your village.

"What" you and the blonde exclaimed in unison, "correct me if I'm wrong but that spineless Chieftain is your father correct", you swallowed roughly trying to control your temper.

Nodding your head because words seem to elude you at the moment, "good good with him out of the way that makes you acting Chieftain" you narrowed your eyes.

Not liking where this conversation was going he added "so what I'm proposing is a... merging of clans through marriage" your eyes widened with utter shock.

The blonde-Astrid's mouth hung open "Hiccup you can't be serious AN ENEMY" her face became furious."You're insane" she snarled, "there's plenty of capable women within our own tribe just kill her and be done with it".

You glared at her as he spoke,"the time to act has come and gone, we're running out of options" he explained calmly.

"I need a proper wife.. one capable of producing offspring", he continued as Astrid began to seethe, a look of hurt flashed across her face before a look of pure hatred replaced it.

You were silent, stunned into silence "why would I ever marry vile scum like you", you spat venomously, "to ensure the safety and protection of the rest of your people plus your baby sister".

Your heart froze blood running cold as you examined the battlefield, all of the people left behind had been subdued, chains wrapped around their bodies. Some were laying still, others screaming in pain, a few were unconscious from being hit and dragged. All in all it wasn't looking promising especially since most of the injured were children or the elderly.

You turned your gaze to Hiccup.

"Stop this" you croaked voice cracking under the strain you felt, his face shifted into a grin, "so we have a deal" you shook your head in disappointment.

"Where's my sister" you whispered "already heading to Berk, let's just say she's reassurance, that you won't back out of the deal".

You clenched your jaw and clenched your fists tighter, you were about to speak but Hiccup spoke first, "if you don't cooperate it means your death and the death of the villagers".

"And what makes you think I won't just kill you when you least suspect it", your voice laced with ice, "if you kill me then your people would suffer" he countered, "they already lost everything, would you really be able to live with yourself knowing yout actions took their lives?"

You flinched as the last part slipped free of his lips almost too quiet for you to hear, as if he regretted what he'd said, but you knew he hadn't, he wanted to scare you and he succeeded.

Silence fell between you as you force back your tears; "so you'll just keep me prisoner, rape me and kill me once you get what you want" .

His eyebrows shot up in shock "what gods no, I may be a viking but I'm not a monster, I do not intend to have a cold loveless marriage...and I'd never force myself upon you".

You let out a bitter chuckle "as long as there's breath in my lungs, I will never love you nor carry your seed willing", Hiccup sighed rubbing his temples.

"You say that now but only time will tell" his eyes bore into yours, "when you finally decide to accept my proposal", you opened your mouth but it closed on it's own there was no viable way out of this.

Sighing in defeat you lowered your head in shame "fine" you mumbled, and his features lit up, "very well then we can discuss further terms later".

#hiccup x reader #hiccup x astrid #astrid #httyd movies #httyd fic #httyd fanart #astrid x reader

[babyawacs]

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[strykingback]

“Hey, Uncle Zek!”

Dallas and Amberly both came hurrying up, fluffy tails wagging away.

“Guess what? Mom an’ Dad said we could come hang out with you for th’ day!” Dallas announced.

“They’re going on some boring mission or something,” Amberly put in. “Are you busy? Can we hang out? We can always go back home, too, but it’s more fun bein’ with you!”

@barkintwins :)

Oh that title.... being called Uncle which he never thought he would receive such an esteemed title from Charlies own pups. To which the sniper looked down at the two. "Of course. I was about to go on patrol with Ergis around the village I do welcome the help." He said putting his rifle on his back and such.

Ergis had a little smile on his face looking down at the two puppies in which he panted happily knowing that if his master was alright with having them around then he was happy to help him in any way.

@barkintwins

#[The Deadliest Sniper- Zek] #[The Dog Filled With Bravery- Ergis] #barkintwins #//I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO

[thepurplellamalikesrashtatoomuch]

Here we are on Episode 83! Let's see what's going on.

Welp, I thought last episode would be th leak of Soveishu clownery but this man has no depths. He's seriously going to act like he and Navier are Romeo and Juliet after everything he put her through? Unreal. And trying to blame it on Heinrey? Look, Heinrey's not perfect but I'm pretty sure she didn't hold you at gunpoint and force you to divorce your wife. He's got to stop with the "I love Navier but also don't want to let her make her own decisions like an adult" bit. It got old around chapter 3.

I'm in love with Navier again. She's amazing. I love Rashta but I can also acknowledge that Rashta's actions have made Navier miserable. She's being so amazing about still wanting the best for her and the East. I know this is only her wanting the best for her Homeland but I'm going to use this as fuel for "but wouldn't they be such cute friends". I'm a bit annoyed that she doesn't want her family to know though. Probably doesn't want to let it get back to Kosair. He doesn't seem to really care about the East past Navier, and I don't doubt he'd try and take it down just to get at Sovieshu and Rashta.

(Also, I'm mad at Ergi again for this panel)

#the remarried empress #tre #remarried empress #navier #rashta #heinry #sovieshu #ergi

[justonecitizenoftheearth]

The Saga of Rögnvald réttilbeini

Notes: This is a fanfiction about an old norse text! My friend proofread my final thesis about men who used a certain kind of magic in ancient northern Europe. This kind of magic is very strongly connected to women, so men using it were seen as unmanly, or ergi in old norse, which is also a term used for gay men. There is one story in the Heimskringla, a text about the first kings of Norway, about 80 wizards who practice this magic called seiðr living together. My friend liked the gay wizard commune very much, was very disappointed by their gruesome end, and asked for a fix-it. So here it is: The Saga of Rögnvald réttilbeini! 

I feel a bit blasphemous writing fanfiction about a 13th century text, but I think it turned out fine. Also, I know now a thing or two about norse magic now, but I took some creative liberties, this is fiction after all. ENJOY!!

@disorganisedautodidact

@fiifuchs

Rating: T

Content warning: Era-typical homophobia, era-typical gender roles, violence (not very graphic though)

Read it on AO3!

The Saga of Rögnvald réttilbeini

There was a man called Rögnvald. He was the son of the famous Harald hárfagra, the mighty king of Norway. But he wasn´t like Haralds other children. His fate led him to a different path.

The first time Rögnvald thought that there was something wrong with him, was the day he lost a swordfight and won a bet. He was nine years old and tried to be a good warrior,  a good fighter,  a good viking, so he could follow in his father´s footsteps. His father, who cast such a long shadow over the land and over the lives of his sons and daughters that Rögnvald wasn´t sure what the sun even looked like. But the axe and sword lay heavy in his hands and the anger and violence of his opponent hit him way before the wood did, let him stumble in fear and confusion. He wasn´t a good fighter. He was scared of his first raid. Of the pain and suffering he would have to endure. Of the pain and suffering he would cause. So he lost the swordfight against his older brother Eirik, who looked at his tears with a mix of pity and disgust. Men didn´t cry. Men didn´t lose. Men didn´t run into the woods afterwards, hands clutching the bruises on his arms and waist.

The woods were Rögnvalds friends. They held their own dangers, big animals, bad weather, you could trip and nobody would find you for days. But sometimes, when he allowed himself to dream, it seemed as if the vines opened a path for him, as if the birds sang louder when he came along, as if the rain fell warmer on his skin, as if the branches of the trees bowed down to him. Rögnvald had seen a bear or two, and there was a pack of wolves living nearby. He didn´t look for them in the vast forests, but he had seen their gray fur in the underbrush. But he never felt the same anger and violence in them that he did in his own brother, and Eirik had yet to kill him, so he decided to let them be as they let him be. Yes, the woods held dangers. But nowhere else seemed his father´s shadow so weak, nowhere else could Rögnvald breathe so deeply. His favorite place was on a cliff, looking over the fjord and away from the town. The sea breeze carried the smell of water, salt, and algae up to him and the trees sang their whispering songs in his back. It was his other brother who found him, Håkon, who sat down beside him and began throwing stones down into the grey-green waters below. It annoyed Rögnvald, but what was he supposed to do? So he looked away and up into the clouds.

“I think it´s going to start raining soon.”

Håkon looked up and frowned. “No, I think we have time before the rain starts. At least until we get back if we get going now, I bet.”

Rögnvald closed his eyes. The trees whispered. The wind sang. And up, way up in the clouds, he swore he could hear the soft tinkle of raindrops. He concentrated. He counted aloud. “One. Two. Three. Four.” The wind fell silent. “Five. Six. Seven.” The tinkle filled his senses. He sat up straight. “Eight. Nine. Ten.” He opened his eyes. The first raindrop hit his nose. He looked at his brother with wide eyes, who stared back through the downpour with disbelief and something between awe and mistrust in his eyes. Rögnvald didn´t know yet that he would get to know that look very well.

Rögnvalds grandmother Solveig was a Völva, a seer. She lived on her own and people came to her for advice or healing. They came with wounds and insecurities, with hurt in their hearts and sickness in their stomach. She had wise words and herbs for them. She could see what plagued them in their eyes and their future in clouds and the ashes of the hearth. Harald didn´t like her very much, he never came to her cottage, which was one more reason for Rögnvald to go there as often as possible. He sat at the fire in silence, watched her cut and dry herbs and listened to the sagas she told time and time again. He hid in her sleeping chambers when visitors came, listened to their stories of battle and love, of heartbreak and marriage, fishing and farming, the hardships and wonders of raising children and the weight of keeping secrets. Solveig didn´t judge. She listened patiently, gave advice when needed, warm tea for cold hands and hearts and an open ear for words that had to be said. It was in the darkness of her chambers in his eleventh summer that Rögnvald first heard of a man loving another.

The boy fled into the sleeping chambers of his grandmother as soon as he heard footsteps at her door. He sat down leaning against the wooden wall, and listened to the heavy steps of a man entering the house, bent down by grief. The voice of the man was surprisingly soft as he spoke, although Rögnvald had heard the heavy thud of an axe being set to the ground next to him. His name was Þorsteinn, and he had just come back from a raid to the Eastern coast. The raid had been a success, but not for him. His voice broke when he told Solveig about his friend Halvdan. How his eyes had gleamed under the moonlight when they got there. How his face had lit up by the fires of the first building burning. How ragged his breath sounded when he fell to the ground with an arrow in his chest. How cold his skin became when he died in his arms. Rögnvald cried Þorsteinns tears when the whole story broke free. After that, there was just the sound of grief for a long time. When he regained a little bit of his composure, Þorsteinn started to tell their story with faltering words. He told about a life-long friendship. About strange and secret feelings blooming. About the sweetness and terror of a first kiss. About two hands reaching for each other when everything they had been taught tried to pry them apart. About the thrill of fighting together and loving each other. About the hole left in his soul that he wasn´t allowed to show anywhere else. About the suspicion. About unmanliness, ergi, that they had been accused of, and the painful weeks apart to convince their families that nothing had happened that shouldn´t have. Solveig didn´t say anything. She brought tea and herbs for easier sleep. When Þorsteinns cries turned muffled, Rögnvald suspected that she held him while he fell apart. But he couldn´t move, couldn´t even wipe his face, was frozen in terror and excitement. It was forbidden. It was shameful. But he couldn´t help but wonder what it felt like to love another man so much. To touch his skin and know his soul, and his heart pounded, overwhelmed by the feeling of coming alive.

When Þorsteinn left, his steps were lighter, as was his heart, he had said that much. It took some more time until Rögnvald could make himself move. Solveig didn´t come to check on him, she let him be, let him take his time. It was one of the reasons he loved being with her so much. When he came back to the room, he just stared at her with wide, wet eyes. She looked back for a long moment, listening to the words unspoken. Then she kneeled down and held him, soothing his shivering, and humming a soft tone. When she got up again, she caressed his hair and lifted his chin. The light of the fire danced in her eyes.

“Fate is not always merciful, but it is never wrong.”

 The problems of his childhood grew heavier with every year of age that Rögnvald lived among his family. He had to learn how to fight eventually, it was the only way. He also learned to dread his growing feelings when fighting other boys hand to hand, his heart pounding with more than fear, his skin prickling with more than pain, pleasure and torment taking his breath away. There were, however, things he enjoyed, like hunting and learning how to provide for himself in the wilderness. Solveig taught him about herbs and plants, about the weather and the wind, the waves and the frost and every growing thing. But he had to come more secretly with every year, the disapproval of his father and his brothers weighed heavier with every spring. He didn´t understand it, until a skald came to Harald in his 14th summer, and was allowed to sing at the feast. He sang about Haralds deeds as the king of Norway, about the gods and the nine worlds. But then came another song, one that took Rögnvald back to ancient times. The woods were even wilder then, the cold harsher, the people more violent. But there was one more danger out in the wild. A man, half human, half beast. A man who could control the wind and the wild creatures of the woods. A man who sang forbidden songs to the sea and the rain, soothing or enraging. A man who was hunted. A man who killed his brothers like prey. A man who wasn´t a man but a monster. And Rögnvald thought of the woods and the wind and the rain that felt more like his family sometimes than his older brothers. He didn´t know when or how he left the hall. He came to himself when his own voice interrupted his ragged breathing and he whispered into the bark of the tree he was clinging to: “I am a monster.”

 Rögnvald kept away from his grandmother for some time. He fought hard to be what he was supposed to be, and kept himself away from the woods. His brothers approved, even his father seemed reluctantly pleased, but he failed to be happy about it. The woods called to him at night, his dreams haunted by visions. He saw a storm roll over the town, ripping down the mast of a ships and killing a man. He woke up in a cold sweat, dread heavy on his chest. Three days later he stood at the grave of the man killed by a falling mast in an autumn storm, and he thought he couldn´t breathe, he told himself that it was a coincidence and went hunting. Two days in the woods calmed his spirit, but he never forgot. The dreams became more frequent, his predictions more precise and he refused to sleep. He kept himself up and useful, stood guard in the dead of night and in the coldest days of the winter. Rögnvald shivered his way through the darkness and went to sleep in the morning. He dreamt of fire and rage, his skin turning black under the relentless flames, and when he woke up, the fire refused to leave his mind and veins. Rögnvald burned.

The fever ravaged his body for two weeks. Rögnvald barely ate, bare drank, wasn´t conscious for most of it. He screamed at the gods and begged them to take the foresight away from him. He swore to never touch a man, to never look at one, to never listen to the wind and the water again. He thrashed on his bed until he had to be bound to it and then he chaffed his skin raw on the ropes.

In the middle of his delirium, he had a moment of clarity. His grandmother sat at his bedside, bent over with worry, and she took his hand.

“The gods don´t make mistakes. You are what you are. Stop fighting it. If you are a seiðmaðr, you are supposed to be one. It´s alright, my dear Rögnvald. Your gift is not a curse.”

“It is alright?”

“It is alright.”

Rögnvald slept for four days. When  he woke up, weak and nauseous and thin as a bear in spring, his mind was clear for the first time in months. He smiled at his grandmother and stayed in her house during his recovery. He learned everything he could from her, every herb, every spell, every secret. He learned to understand the voices of the forest, he learned how to bribe the wind to do his bidding, and how to coax the fish to the surface of the ocean. She told him about Freyr and Freyja and the Vanir. About growth and death and the afterlife. He spent his days in the forest and avoided his brothers and parents. The people of his town started to turn their heads when he passed by, whispering filthy words, and uttering unfriendly suspicions. But he kept his head high, his sight clear and his mind calm.

When Rögnvald turned 17, his grandmother passed away. It didn´t come as a surprise. She had grown weak and slow over the past months. He had been the one to look for herbs in the fields and forests, he had talked to everyone who was willing to confide in him. Rögnvald had been sitting at her bedside and had carried her out to the cliff. They had watched as the sun climbed down towards the gray-green waves, tinted the mountains red and the sky golden. The sun took Solveig with her to the lands of the dead. Rögnvald buried her on a hill close to the water, where she could look over the sea and far into the forest covered mountains. Then he announced that he would leave his family and travel to find adventure. Nobody stopped him. Nobody thought he would return. Rögnvald knew he wouldn´t.

 The mountains were harsh in their beauty. Survival was hard, but Rögnvald learned to become a part of the land. He listened to the sky for rain and to the ground for shelter and prey. He read his fortune in the flight of the birds and the turn of the seasons in the clouds. His first winter was spent in a cave that he made into a home. But the cold wind found a way into his shelter, and the loneliness into his heart. When spring came, he swore he wouldn´t spend another winter like that.

Rögnvald had crossed Vestfold and came to Gulbrandsdalen. It was a lovely place, but the people were not fond of the name Harald hárfager, so he turned west into the mountains and towards the Hardanger fjord. Autumn sent it´s first cold breath over the lands when he crossed a meadow, the mountains in his back and the sea ahead. Sheep grazed peacefully and he stayed for a moment to admire the view. The rustling sound of steps behind him made him turn around. A man smiled at him; his face alit by the soft glow of the sunset. Rögnvald noticed long blond hair, shining green eyes and a firm grip as they greeted each other. The strangers´ voice was deep and rich as he announced his name:

“Frodi”

“Rögnvald”

They smiled at each other and Rögnvald followed back to Frodis hut. He stayed for the night and they talked much about Rögnvalds travels and Frodis sheep. About the summer passed and the winter ahead. Rögnvald helped Frodi with the harvest and the sheep. He hunted and fished for them both. When he called the fish to the surface of the pool out of habit, he turned in terror, expecting to see the same awe and suspicion as in his brother´s eyes, but Frodi met his gaze unafraid and full of warmth. Rögnvald couldn´t look away. The fishing net glided from his fingers. He took a step forward, heart in his throat, but he didn´t dare to go further. Instead, he turned, took up the net and caught the fish he had called. Frodi helped him to pull out the catch, fingers brushing and cheeks burning.

Rögnvald stayed another day. And another. They saw the first snow together. Every night came earlier and left more reluctantly. Every night found them laying down closer to each other. When Frodi took Rögnvalds hand and asked him to stay the winter, it didn´t come as a surprise, but that didn´t damp the happiness Rögnvald felt. His heart pounded in his chest and for the first time in his life, he felt as if he could stay.

Only the fire and the howling wind outside their hut witnessed them as they sat by the hearth one evening, shifting closer and closer together, fingers and hearts shaking as their hands found each other. For one eternal moment they looked into each other’s eyes, question and answer in one. The first brush of lips was sweet as the first touch of spring and as overwhelming as the first winter storm. Rögnvald wrapped his arms around Frodi when it ended, and held on as if his life depended on it, and maybe it did.

Winter went by slowly, in darkness and bitter cold, but Rögnvald barely noticed. He spent his days under warm furs, wrapped around an even warmer body. He learned what it meant to feel another mans skin on his own, how lips could burn and what pleasures another one’s company held. They talked a lot and by the end of winter, they knew each other so well that words were mostly unnecessary. Touches and looks were enough. Rögnvald learned what it was to love and to be loved in return, and a part of him lived in this time until the end of his life.

 Spring came, and they saw the rise of the sun with soaring hearts. They sat in front of their hut, holding hands, and looking over the endless ocean, sure about their place in the world. Summer came and they rolled around in the soft grass, the sun witnessing their joy and pleasure. Autumn came and they brought in the harvest together and reveled in the riches that nature gave them. Winter came and Rögnvald told Frodi everything he had learned from his grandmother. They talked about the power of nature, about the prejudice of humans, what it meant to be a man and what it meant to be a seiðmaðr. They dreamed about finding others of their kind. About finding and shaping a place that would allow them to be who they were. When spring came, they were ready. As the snow climbed up the mountains, they did too, hope and sorrow both heavy in their hearts as they left their sanctuary. They turned southeast, towards lands where they would be able to grow the plants they needed to feed their people, and towards the border of king Haralds influence. In the middle of summer, they found a remote valley in Haðaland, green and lush, secluded, and safe. They built a home for themselves and their sheep, and prepared for the winter. A wandering skald came through. They saw a longing in his heart they recognized. His name was Kjell. He stayed for one day that turned into ten and then into all winter. They shared with him what they had, their food, their shelter, their bed, and their hearts. Food became scarce, but house and hearth stayed warm, and they made it to the next spring. But Kjell wasn´t one to stay in one place for a long time. He longed to roam the land, but promised to spread the word among others like them, and to return for the winter. Their farewell was heartfelt and warm.

Rögnvald and Frodi began to prepare the land for their reign. They cut down some trees, but they didn´t clear the land as their people had done. They planted what they needed in the half shade of the birch forest. They dreamt of others coming to join them, and prepared shelters in time for their arrival. Three other men arrived, Erik, Þorgrim and Ragnar, they had met Kjell and were in awe about the bravery of the two seiðmenn. Two others came, Þorleik and Reik, led to them by their dreams. Two were led there by fate, Halvdan and Leif. Rögnvald and Frodi listened to their stories of violence and abuse, broken families and broken trust. They dried the tears of their new friends as well as they could and gave them something to believe in. Together, they built more houses between the trees. The men had brought goats with them that mingled with Frodis sheep. Summer was as warm and rich as the season could be, and their gardens and fields flourished. They bathed in the river nearby and watched the birds fly by overhead. Rögnvald and Frodi stayed close together, in awe of how their lands and lives bloomed. Autumn brought rich harvest and good hunt. Halvdan and Reik, who had found shelter in each other´s arms, went down to the fjord, with furs and art to trade for salt. Rögnvald, Erik and Þorgrim went hunting and came back in time to pickle the meat. Kjell returned with the first snow and Rögnvald and Frodi welcomed him back into their lives and bed with open arms.

 Years went by. More men came. Bonds were made. They spread their houses far and wide over the valley. Some of them preferred more secluded, remote places where they lived in harmony with nature. Some were happy to have found company that didn´t judge them for who they were. However, they were human, naturally there were some fights, jealousy over lands and hearts, or power. But those fights could be solved quickly, and most were aware that there was no better place to be for people like them. Women joined them, too. Mostly those unhappy with the role that they had been assigned for by their communities. They were women who loved another, who had no interest in settling down with a man, or to bear children. Many of them had learned the things that Rögnvald had learned from Solveig from their own mothers and grandmothers and didn´t want to hide who they were.

Of course, there were hardships, too. Being able to influence the weather didn´t mean that they could change the climate. Sometimes all attempts to call for rain were in vain. Sometimes even the nightly fires couldn´t keep the apple blossoms from freezing in the early spring. Mud and cold weather were as uncomfortable as ever, and sometimes the healers tried in vain to chase the sickness from a friend. But they helped each other out through all grievances and held each other up and laughter was heard more often than weeping.

Life flourished, and after ten years, about 80 people lived in the valley in Haðaland, some all year, some all summer, some came back for winter like Kjell. Music and dance were omnipresent, and they dressed as they wished to. Frodi had taken a liking to dresses while some of the women, like Þora and Ragnhild, who had fled their husbands together with their children, preferred breeches. Rögnvald and Frodi loved to take care of the children while their mothers were out and hunting, or fishing, or taking some time for themselves under the warm glow of the summer sun. The longing for Kjell was a permanent ache in their hearts, but one they shared.

Summer and winter solstices were celebrated with great fires, with drums and song, and many ate mushrooms or inhaled the smoke of burning herbs to widen their minds and leave the confines of their bodies to look for truth and vision in the depth of the space between the worlds. Rögnvald led those dances, and it was Frodi who brought him back from the vast emptiness of a space beyond sense and reason with gentle kisses and touches. Frodi, who brought him tea for his aching head and held him close and safe as he sank into an exhausted sleep. As they enjoyed the company of Kjell during the winters, there were many who didn´t exclude others from their pleasures, as well as those who preferred to stay by themselves. Live in Haðaland was free, and easy, and in harmony with nature and each other. But darkness tends to be drawn to places of light, and Rögnvald and his 80 seiðmenn and völvas were no exception. Dark dreams came as a messenger of hardship to come, and while they lived in peace and prosperity, the dread sank in like ink seeping through a piece of parchment.

 It was Kjell who brought the news. He had been at the court of Harald hárfager and he had ridden his horse half to death to get to them in time. He jumped from his exhausted steed, far too early for his return, in the beginning of autumn. With wide strides, he crossed the village to get to Frodi, who was pulling up weeds. His green eyes gleamed when he saw his beloved return, but his gaze quickly darkened when he noticed the pain and regret in Kjell´s face.

“Call everyone together! I will look for Rögnvald! Quickly, we don´t have time!”

Frodi nodded, but pulled Kjell in for a desperate kiss. “I will. Rögnvald is in the woods. Listen to the birds, they will lead you. Everything will be alright!”

Kjell nodded and ran into the forest, leaving Frodi with dread and fear in his heart.

 Harald was coming. Harald hárfager, who hated seiðr-magic, had sent Rögnvalds brother Eirik to them, to come and clear his father´s name of the shame that was a seiðmaðr as a son.

“I´m sorry. It is my fault. I told the seer Vitgeir about you, about us. I thought he would join us, but he revealed your gifts to your father. It is no secret where you dwell, but the nature of our community was, and is no longer, because of me. Please, forgive me, my love.”

Rögnvald stood and pulled Kjell up into his arms.

“There is nothing to forgive, beloved one. There was no reason to distrust one of our own. What has been done has been done. But the wheel of fortune spins quickly.”

He turned towards his people. He saw their frightened eyes and the hope shattered in their hearts and a fire roared in his ears unlike any he had ever felt before. These people were his family, his kin. He would rather burn than let anything happen to them by his brother’s hand. He´d rather turn the land itself against the men coming for them. He´d rather perish with them then let them touch what was his to protect. He spoke:

“Pack what you can. Hide in the mountains. Let Eirik come, he will find no living soul on this ground.”

Frodi took his hand, worry clearly visible in his frown.

“They will know we have left. They will hunt us like deer.”

Rögnvalds gaze turned to steel. “No, they won´t.”

Nightfall saw the village empty. Everything that could be carried had been packed. The animals had been led far into the forest. The children had been silent and scared. Rögnvald saw the last of his people disappear into the dark of the forest at night. Frodi pulled at his hand as Kjell watched the horizon with growing dread.

“We have to go.”

“No.”

Rögnvald saw the pain and fear in both his lover´s faces. He pulled them close.

“I will not let them get those I love. They will leave here believing that we have all perished. Then we will go and find another place to live.”

“How?”

“You will see.”

Rögnvald felt the faint vibrations of many feet approaching the village.

“Go, go now! Return with the sun!”

Kjell hesitated. Then he spoke:

“I have travelled many dangerous roads, and you always trusted me to come back. I trust you now.”

Then he pulled Frodi up and muffled his cries with his hand as he dragged him into the safety of the forest. Rögnvald stayed behind and sank to the ground. He beckoned the wind to do his bidding. He asked the clouds to cover the moon. He asked the animals around him to flee to safety. He waited and felt his fate approach. When the darkness was deepest, they came. And he was ready.

Rögnvald asked the wind to lift the dust up to form running humans, darting across the village. He asked it to cry with children´s voices. He let it carry his voice down to his brother, to beg him to turn back. He didn´t. Rögnvald wasn´t surprised, but he felt fire and rage burning in his veins like never before. For a moment he realized that he understood his brother now more than ever. Here, at the crossroads, before they would part ways forever, they were closest to each other. Then the thought vanished, drowned out by fire and fury.

Rögnvald let the doors of the great hall in the middle of his village fly open and let the wind carry the dust inside. He rattled with the swords and axes left behind as a cover. He clouded the minds of these people he had once called his own, as he had clouded the sky. And when they threw the first torch into the house that had once been his home, he let his rage fuel the flames, let the fire scream with the voices of his family, let the light lead them to all their houses. He let the wind carry embers into their faces and away from the trees. He raged with the roaring inferno as it devoured everything they had built up with their bare hands. Rögnvald bowed down and begged the bones of the land to imitate the bones of the people closest to him as the rain poured down and tamed the raging flames. His words died down with the flickering fires and the silence of death sank heavily onto the land. He sank down with the ashes, too drained to move, and watched as they looked through the buildings, taking everything that hadn´t been burned to a crisp, too tired to listen to their laughter and delight. He watched as they pissed on what they thought were his bones. He watched as the last one disappeared with the first light of morning. The black, scorched earth came closer, blocked out the light of the sun and pulled him down into the cold and dark, and then there was nothing.

 The first thing Rögnvald felt was water dripping onto his face. It was salty. The ground seemed to sway underneath him. He opened his eyes and saw the faces of his lovers, distorted by desperation, their tears falling onto his lips and cheeks. He wanted to reassure them, but the black earth called him back.

 The second thing Rögnvald felt was water dripping onto his face. It was sweet. His body swayed as if carried. He opened his eyes to a cloudy sky. Rain fell into his eyes as he was carried to a wagon and laid down carefully by Kjell. He wanted to ask something, but the darkness called him back before he could find his tongue.

 The third thing Rögnvald felt was water dripping onto his face. It was salty. His body swayed and as he opened his eyes, he found himself on a ship. His head rested in Frodis lap and as he slowly sat up, he saw the coast of Norway disappear in the distance. His hands were cradled in those of his lovers and together, they turned their backs on the land and people who had never wanted them in the first place.

  They sailed west until they came to the coast of a green land. Mountains rose into a clear blue sky. They didn´t want to go to Iceland, which was too far away to settle down before winter. They didn´t want to go to the Orkney islands, which Harald had shown interest in even before Rögnvald left. They sailed around the land called Alba, and were welcomed with open arms. The people helped them over the winter. They shared stories of a god with antlers, and an island covered in mist. They tended their wounds and shared what they had and stayed their friends over many winters to come.

In the spring, Rögnvald and his family sailed over to an island barely visible from the mainland. It was partly covered in forests, with a steep northern coast and soft slopes leading down to the waters in the south. It wasn´t as lush as their old home, but it was more than enough.

They sowed the seeds of their old home and watched them grow over the springs to come. Getting enough wood to build all the houses was difficult, so they started building with clay and earth, let grass cover their roofs and protect them from unwanted eyes. Some of the people from the mainland joined them and some of their own decided to live there. Kjell started to roam the lands again during summer, after being afraid to leave for some years. The island stopped being their exile and started feeling like home.

They took the legends of the land they had settled in to heart, and whenever foreign ships approached, they surrounded their island with mist, impenetrable for the eye and frightening to the heart. Only those who had been led there once were allowed to set foot on the land. Rögnvald and the others built a seat on the steep northern cliff, and there was a guard watching over the island at all times, who called the mist in and warned his friends when strangers approached. The land beneath their feet started to recognize their footsteps, just as they learned to hear the song in the old bones of the land, and they became one before the first one of Rögnvalds family realized it.

One morning, Rögnvald stood on the watchtower with Frodi. It was spring, and a small ship sailed out towards the mainland. On board was Kjell, who sailed out to his annual journeys. He had been more reluctant to go than ever before. They all suspected that he would one day grow tired of his wanderings, but it wasn´t this year and it was his decision to make. So they watched him go with a familiar longing in their hearts. After the boat had passed from view, Rögnvald turned his head towards Frodi. The first silver strands had started to sneak into his golden hair. But the green eyes were alive and warm as ever, just as the arm he wrapped around Rögnvald. They watched the sun rise over Alba and the light flood the land to their feet, where their family slowly awoke to a new day.

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Additional Readings for the Eager...and or, those with the Saga-Fever!

As we dig into the wonderfully fantastic saga that is Eyrbyggja Saga, I wanted to give readers the opportunity to look at discussions in Old Norse Scholarship that have buzzed with the themes and topics brought up by this saga! Politics, Gender, Magic, Law, the Restless Undead, Religion-Belief, and the construction of a saga itself! Below this cut you’ll find a regularly updated haphazard Bibliography separated into sections. 

Those entries with an * (asterisk) present are free and accessible online–I will be happy to send you a pdf of every other article/chapter if I have it, just DM me the particular article you want at @cousinnick and I will do my best to send it to you. If you have any suggestions to add to the list, I’d be happy to look into them! 

Old Norse Read-Along Bibliography: Eyrbyggja Saga

Íslendingasögur/Icelandic Family Sagas:

Andersson Theodore M. The Icelandic Family Saga: An Analytic Reading. Cambridge, Massachusetts: Harvard University Press, 1967.

Andersson Theodore M. The Displacement of the Heroic Ideal in the Family Sagas. Speculum 45, 575—93, 1970.

Byock, Jesse. Medieval Iceland: Society, Sagas, and Power. Berkeley, 1988.

Hastrup, Kirsten. “Defining a Society: The Icelandic Free State Between Two Worlds.” Scandinavian Studies, vol. 56, no. 3, 1984, pp. 235–255.

Jonas Kristjansson. Eddas and Sagas: Iceland’s Medieval literature, trans. Peter Foote. Reykjavik: Hið Íslenska Bókmenntafélag, 1988.

Ian Miller, William. Emotions and the Sagas in Palsson, Gisli 9th ed. From Sagas to Society. Engield Lock: Hisarlik, 1992.

O’Donoghue, Heather. Old Norse-Icelandic Literature: A Short Introduction. Blackwell, 2004.

Vesteinn Olason. Dialogues with the Viking Age trans. Andrew Wawn. Reykjavik: Heimskringla, 1998.  

Vesteinn Olason. The Icelandic Saga as a Kind of Literature with Special Reference to its representation of Reality, in Learning and Understanding in the Old Norse World: Essays for MCR, ed. Quinn et al. Brepols, 2007.

Eyrbyggja Saga:

Chadwick, N. K. “Norse Ghosts (A Study in the Draugr and the Haugbúi).” Folklore 57.2 (1946): 50-65.

Kanerva, Kirsi. The Role of the Dead in Medieval Iceland: A Case Study of Eyrbyggja Saga. (2011).*

Sayers, William.  “The Alien and the Alienated as Unquiet Dead in the Sagas of the Icelanders.” Monster Theory: Reading Culture. ed. Jeffrey Jerome Cohen. Minnesota: University of Minnesota Press, 1996.

Draugar/Revenants/Restless Undead:

Ármann Jakobsson. “Vampires and Watchmen: Categorizing the Mediaeval Icelandic Undead.”  Journal of English and Germanic Philology, 2011, Vol. 110.3., pp. 281-300.*

Ármann Jakobsson. The Troll inside You: Paranormal Activity in the Medieval North. Earth, Milky Way: Punctum Books, 2017.*

Ármann, Jakobsson. “The Fearless Vampire Killers: A Note about the Icelandic Draugr and Demonic Contamination in Grettis Saga.” Folklore, 2009, Vol. 120, no. 3, pp. 307-316.*

Ármann, Jakobsson. “The Taxonomy of the Non-Existent: Some Medieval Icelandic Concepts of the Paranormal.” Fabula, 2013, vol. 54, pp. 199-213. *

Ármann Jakobsson. “The Trollish Acts of Þorgrímr the Witch: The Meanings of Troll and Ergi in Medieval Iceland”. Saga-Book, 2008, Vol. 32, pp. 39-68.*

Chadwick, N. K. “Norse Ghosts (A Study in the Draugr and the Haugbúi).” Folklore 57.2 (1946): 50-65.

Cohen, Jeffrey Jerome. Monster Theory: Reading Culture. Minneapolis: U of Minnesota, 1996. Ebook Central.

Glauser, Jürg. „Supernatural Beings. 2. Draugr and Aptganga.“ In Medieval Scandinavia: An Encyclepedia, Edited Phillip Pulsiano, pg. 623. New York: Garland, 1997.

Hartnell, Jack. Life and Death in the Middle Ages: Medieval Bodies. New York: W.W. Norton & Company Inc, 2018.

Kanerva, Kirsi. The Role of the Dead in Medieval Iceland: A Case Study of Eyrbyggja Saga. 2011.*

Kanerva, Kirsi. “Having No Power to Return? Suicide and Posthumous Restlessness in Medieval Iceland.” Thantos, 2015, Vol. 4, pp. 57-79.*

Kanerva, Kirsi. “Restless Dead or Peaceful Cadavers? Preparations for Death and Afterlife in Medieval Iceland.” Dying Prepared in Medieval and Early Modern Northern Europe. ed. Anu Lahtinen and Mia Korpiola, Leiden: Brill, 2018.*

Kanerva, Kirsi & Koski, Kaarina. “Beings of Many Kinds—Introduction for the Theme Issue ‘Undead’”. Thantos, 2019, Vol. 8, pp. 3-28.*

Laurin, Dan. The Everlasting Dead: Similarities Between The Holy Saint and the Horrifying Draugr. Scandia, 2020. N. 3.*

Merkelbach, Rebecca. Monsters in Society: Alterity, Transgression, and the Use of the Past in Medieval Iceland. Kalamazoo, MI, 2019. The Northern Medieval World.

Sanders, Karin. Bodies in the Bog and the Archaeological Imagination. Chicago, Ill.; London: University of Chicago, 2009.

Sayers, William. “The Alien and the Alienated as Unquiet Dead in the Sagas of the Icelanders.” Monster Theory: Reading Culture. ed. Jeffrey Jerome Cohen. Minnesota: University of Minnesota Press, 1996.

Gender and Sexuality:

Ármann Jakobsson. “Óðin as Mother; the Old Norse Deviant Patriarch.” Arkiv För Nordisk Filologi 126 (2011): 5-16.*

Clover, Carol. “The Politics of Scarcity: Notes on the Sex Ratio in Early Scandinavia.” Scandinavian Studies 60.2 (1988): 147-188.

Clover, Carol J. “Regardless of Sex: Men, Women, and Power in Early Northern Europe.” Speculum 68.2 (1993): 363-87.

Jesch, Judith. Women in the Viking Age. Woodbridge: Boydell P, 1991.

Jochens, Jenny. Old Norse Images of Women. Philadelphia: U Pennsylvania v, 1996.

Jóhanna Katrin Friðriksdóttir, ‘Women’s weapons a re-evaluation of magic in the Islendingasogur.’ Scandinavian Studies 81.4 (2009): pp. 409-28.

Laurin, Dan. But, What About the Men? Male Ritual Practices in the Icelandic Sagas. Kyngervi, 2020.*

Price, Neil. The Archaeology of Seiðr: Circumpolar Traditions in Viking Pre-Christian Religion. Brathair 4 (2), 2004: 109-126.*

Raffield, Ben, Neil Price, and Mark Collard. “Polygyny, Concubinage, and the Social Lives of Women in Viking-Age Scandinavia.” Viking and Medieval Scandinavia 13 (2017): 165-209.

Ström, Folke. Níđ, Ergi and Old Norse Moral Attitudes. London: Published for the College by the Viking Society for Northern Research, 1974. Print. The Dorothea Coke Memorial Lecture in Northern Studies; 1973.

Wallenstein, Frederik, The Burning of Rǫgnvaldr réttilbeini, (Nordic Academic Press, 2013).*  

Politics and Law:

Jesse Byock. Feud in the Icelandic Society. (Berkeley 1982).

Firth, Hugh. “Coercion, Vengeance, Feud and Accommodation: Homicide in Medieval Iceland.” Early Medieval Europe 20.2 (2012): 139-75.

Miller Ian. William. Choosing the Avenger: Some Aspects of the Bloodfued in Medieval Iceland and England, Law and History Review 1, 159-204.

Miller Ian. William. Law and Literature in Medieval Iceland. Stanford: Stanford University Press, 1989.

Miller, William Ian. Bloodtaking and Peacemaking: Feud, Law, and Society in Saga Iceland. Chicago, Ill.; London: University of Chicago, 2005.

Fantasy:

Hume, Kathryn. Fantasy and Mimesis : Responses to Reality in Western Literature. London: Methuen, 1984.

Larrington, Carolyne. “The Psychology of Emotion and Study of the Medieval Period.” Early Medieval Europe, 2001, Vol. 10, no. 2, pp. 251-256.

Mundal, Else. The Treatment of the Supernatural and the Fantastic in Different Saga Genres. (2006)

Ross, Margaret. “Realism and the Fantastic in the Old Icelandic Sagas.” Scandinavian Studies 74.4 (2002): 443-54.

Todorov, Tzvetan. The Fantastic: A Structural Approach to a Literary Genre. Cleveland: Press of Case Western Reserve U, 1973. Print. A Volume in the CWRU Press Translations.

Mythology/Vikings:

Clunies Ross, Margaret. Prolonged Echoes : Old Norse Myths in Medieval Northern Society. Odense: Odense UP, 1994. Print. Viking Collection. v. 7, V.10.

Hayward, John. The Penguin Historical Atlas of the Vikings. London: Penguin, 1995.

Jesch, Judith. The Viking Diaspora. New York: Routledge, 2015.

Jones, Gwyn. A History of the Vikings. (OUP: 1968 rev. 1984)

Lindow, John. Norse Mythology: A Guide to the Gods, Heroes, Rituals, and Beliefs. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2002.

Price, Neil S. The Viking Way : Religion and War in Late Iron Age Scandinavia (2002).

Sawyer, Peter. The Oxford Illustrated History of the Vikings. (OUP, 1997)

Williams, Gareth, Peter Pentz, and Matthias Wemhoff. Vikings : Life and Legend. London, 2014.

Magic in Icelandic Family Sagas:

Ármann Jakobsson. ‘The Trollish Acts of Þorgrímr the Witch: The Meanings of troll and ergi in Medieval Iceland. Saga-Book of the Viking Society 32 (2008): 39-68.*

Davidson, H. R. Ellis. ‘Hostile Magic in the Icelandic Sagas’ in The Witch Figure, rd. Venetia Newall. London: Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1973. 20-41.

Dillmann, Francois-Xavier. Les magiciens dans l'Islande ancienne. Uppsala: Kungl. Gustav Adolfs Akademien for svensk folkkultur, 2006.

Gísli Palsson. “The Name of the Witch: Sagas, Sorcery and Social Context.” Social Approaches to Viking Studies, ed. Ross Samson. Glasgow: Cruithne Press, 1991. 157-68.

Heide, Eldar. Spinning Seiðr. Old Norse Religion in long-Term Perspectives: Orgins, Changes and Interactions. (2006 Lund: Nordic Academic)

Jochens, Jenny. The Prophetess/Sorceress in Old Norse Images of Women. (1996)

Jolly, Karen. Definitions of Magic in Witchcraft an Magic in Europe: The Middle Ages. (2002)

Kieckhefer, Richard. Definitions of Magic in Magic in the Middle Ages. (1989)

Laurin, Dan. But, What About the Men? Male Ritual Practices in the Icelandic Sagas. Kyngervi, 2020.*

Lindow, John. ‘Supernatural Others and Ethnic Others: A Millennium of World View’ Scandinavian Studies 67.1 (1995): 8-31

Meylan, Nicolas. Magic and Discourse of Magic in the Old Norse Sagas of the Apostles in Viking and Medieval Scandinavia. (2011)

Miller, William Ian. ‘Dreams, Prophecy and Sorcery: Blaming the Secret Offender in Medieval Iceland’ Scandinavian Studies 58.2 (1986): 101-23

Mitchell, Stephen. Skirnismal and Nordic Charm Magic. (Turnhout: Brepols 2007)

Mitchell, Stephen. ‘Magic as Acquired Art and the Ethnographic Value of the Sagas’, Old Norse Myths, Literature and Society. Ed. Margaret Clunies Ross. Odense: UP Southern Denmark, 2003. 132-52. (attached).

Mitchell A. Stephen. Witchcraft and Magic in the Nordic Middle Ages. (2011)

Morris, Katherine. Sorceress or Witch? The Image of Gender in Medieval Iceland and Northern Europe. (1991).

Price, Neil. The Archaeology of Seiðr: Circumpolar Traditions in Viking Pre-Christian Religion. Brathair 4 (2), 2004: 109-126.*

Raudvere, Catharina. Trolldomr in Early Medieval Scandinavia’, Witchcraft and Magic in Europe: The Middle Ages. London: Athlone v, 2002. 75-171.

Steven, Justice. Did the Middle Ages Believe in their Miracles? (2008)

Ward, Benedicta. Miracles and the Medieval Mind: Theory, Record and Event 1000—1215. Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 1982.

#norsereadalong #Eyrbyggja saga #bibliography #Additional Readings #Articles #Books

[humminghalo]

Will you tell us when your heart is ready? I would like to walk through the woods with you one day

I will l et you kn ow . : )

I wou ld lov e to explo re plac es of e

art h with my frieNd s . . .

I am sure you k now many be autif ul plac es that thE e y es of mine hav

e never see n .

., on an other note ,

this ask ( and so me o ther s ) le ave me unsure of we ther so me of my frie nds want to be mor e than . . . Th at .

I f e el like I nee d to sa y this . . .

I am a lo ver , I r really am .

Not onl y do I lo ve many , but if I truly fall

for a be ing , I will lov e with such pass ion , with such for ce and en ergy . . .

I always al ways fea r it w ill be to o much .

Theref ore , eve n if my heart does not ac he so terr ibl y any m ore . . .

I am afr ai d of caus ing pa i n .

I do no t kno w if any bei n g will be ab le to take tha t fe a r from me .

#text #text post #👁️ #humminghalo #rain #feelings #feel #love #lovecore #passion #energy #connection #friends #friendship #ask #answered #anon #anonymous #fear #cryptid #cryptic #honesty

[beetlewine-art]

TOP 10: MY FAVORITE DRESSES FROM "THE REMARRIED EMPRESS" WEBTOON PART 2. SEASSON 1.

like i promised! Here is the part 2 of the top of my favorite dresses from TRE, i wanted to post it right after the divorce episode but since seasson 1 had only 5 chapters left i decided to wait. Now that seasson 1 ended i wanted to celebrate by bringing you all the second part of my top.

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ "THE REMARRIED EMPRESS" IN WEBTOON, I RECOMEND YOU NOT TO READ THIS POST BECAUSE IT CONTAINS MAYOR SPOILERS! AND THIS TOP IS BASED IN MY PERSONAL PREFERENCE FOR CLOTHES!

okay, the ranking is the same as the part 1, i'm showing my less favorite dress to my most favorite one from 10 to 1. So let's go!

10. Navier's black, red and gold dress:

We start with a dress that i didn't really liked at first, but now i kinda do like it, i think the chest and the red part in the skirt looks very beutifull, specially with the flower details. Even tough i'm still not fan of the shoulders i really like the rest of the dress.

9. Navier's black and yellow dress:

I honestly really like this one and i think is an underrated outfit, I moslty like the colors and the model, i specially love the golden details in the chest above the black part. I'm not really sure if i like how the necklace combines with the dress tough.

8. Rashta's "gimme the bird" dress:

I'm going to be honest, this is probable one of my favorite dresses from Rashta, i personally don't like most of her dresses because they look a bit overwhelmed or childish, but i really like this one because while is simple, is still very pretty. I like the colors and i think it looks really comfortable.

7. Navier's green dress:

I LOVE this one, even tough is more conservative than the dresses i usually like, i just love it. The sleeves look great, the bow in the back looks pretty and those golden details in the back of the neck had me sold on this one. The combinations of diferent tones of green are a plus, since green is one of my favorite colors.

6. Navier's white dress when Sovieshu was clowning with the divorce reunion:

Okay, you all know that i don't really like completely white outfits, but my god, this one is an exeption! Navier looks like an angel or a saint in it! I think the long jacked is the prettiest part of the dress, because the dress itself is kinda simple, but very beutifull.

5. Navier's blue dress when she's talking to Ergi:

Okay, BY FAR, one of the best dresses that i've seen in TRE. Navi looks sooooo beutifull in it! I love the tone of blue the artist choose for the dress and how diferent the top of it looks from the rest of the dresses we saw in TRE. It kinda feels a little less traditional and a bit more modern with that little triangle window on Navier's chest. The red cloth is such a nice complement and combines so well with the rest of th dress!

4. Navier's blue light dress:

Honestly, this dress is munch more my style, it looks very comfortable and easy to move in, is also very diferent from the other dresses we saw before. It looks kinda "greek inspired" to me. I love the color and the details in the belt. Is something that i would totally wear.

3. Honoring mentions before going to the last 2 dresses:

I wanted to put all this dresses but the top wasn't big enough and most of them only showed one time since they are from the imagination of a character i wanted to include them by macking a mini-top of honoring mentions inside this top:

5. Rashta's dress from when Sovieshu asked her if Navier and Ergi were friends.

4. Navier's red dress from i don't remember who imagination.

3. Rashta's wedding dress from Navier's imagination.

2. Navier's brown dress from Sovieshu's imagination.

1. Rashta's pregnant pink and white dress from Navier's imagination.

Okay now let's move to the last 2 dresses.

2. Rashta's divorce day pink dress:

Like Navier said, i would wear this dress in a new years celebration! I honestly love it, the jewels look so pretty and the tone of pink is lovely. Seen this one here you can probably guess what dress is going to be number 1.

1. NAVIER'S DIVORCE DRESS:

Navier really woke up and said "if i'm going to be a divorced empress, then i'll be the most BEUTIFULL divorced empress of them all!" and put on this stunning and elegant dress on 😭👌❤️ i can't get over how pretty they draw it, the back, the model, the beutifull bright red and that black triangle with roses in her chest? With that necklace? GORGEOUS! this is Navier's revenge dress and the most iconic one, you can't change my mind. Also, is the first dress we see her in and it looks so beutifull in the current art style, just beutifull!

And with this, we end the second top 10 of TRE dresses, i'm going to make a part 3 but with the dresses of the second seasson, and i can't wait to see what kind of beutifull outfits the second seasson will give us! And how they are going to draw Rashta's wedding dress 🤭

#my post #the remarried empress #empress navier #navier trovi #remarried empress rashta #rashta #beetlewine

[portraitoftheoddity]

hi, I keep seeing the word seiðr in a lot of fics and I have two questions - the first is how tf am I supposed to pronounce it? and the second is if it's just a synonym for magic or something more complex? thanks

So, ð is the letter “eth” -- it’s still used in modern icelandic, though in other scandinavian languages I think it’s largely been replaced with “dh”. It actually makes a soft “th” sound -- like in “then” or “that” (but not the hard “th” you’d hear in “math”). So, as far as I know, seiðr would be pronounced “SAYther” (if I am wrong on that, followers, please let me know).

Seidr/seidhr/seiðr, which was the word for a kind of sorcery in old norse cultures, is generally just used in fics as a word for magic, because it sounds mythological and cool. In actual historical context, it was probably a bit more shamanistic and heavily ritualized than the way we think of magic in a fantasy context today.

In the Lokasenna, Loki taunts Odin for using seiðr because it’s heavily associated with women, apparently being more commonly practiced by women in medieval norse communities (an attitude that I think developed more in the Viking age?) and gives him shit for being ‘ergi’ or unmanly for using it. This attitude got heavily adopted into fanon with the idea of magic being regarded as a women’s art, and Loki getting shit for being a sorcerer -- largely because it fits with Loki’s more feminine coding, and the general coding of villains as being ‘deviant’ in terns of social norms and binaries (hence a lot of queer coding of villains in general).

Hope that helps!

#seiðr #meta #space vikings #actual vikings #Anonymous #lena answers things

[tyrannuspitch]

i've said this before but mcu loki is like. cisgender in a transgender way. cis plus. cis but for a secret third thing. and to be clear i'm not saying he's nonbinary either. but he is binary in a nonbinary way. failing at being a man on purpose and thereby succeeding at being a failed man which is what they secretly wanted all along but also occasionally succeeding at being a man at the same time as failing at it at which point everyone gets scared. bigender but it's just the same gender twice. assigned old norse slurs at birth

#space viking tag #im glad u guys are having fun with genderfluidity but personally i just can't see it. whatever he has going on is way more inexplicable #wait is this meta. uh oh. im gonna tag it #meta #ch: loki #th: gender + sexuality #th: ergi

[leam1983]

Watching “Vikings”...

I know that thing has a different meaning in most Scandinavian languages than it does for us Millennials and other unrepentant memers, but I can’t stop chuckling whenever I see Rollo and Ragnar agree that they’ll discuss certain matters “after the thing” or bring up other topics “during the thing”.

It’s like they’re indecisive Millennials who don’t want to actually name the government-sanctioned meetup they’re partaking in and who just speak of it evasively - the way I would for an appointment at the dentist or a social function I’m obligated to attend but hold no interest in.

“So you folk of the twenty-first century hold things, as well? Who is your Jarl, Westerner?

- Nah, I just - it’s complicated, alright? I have this th- I mean, this appointment at the dermatologist’s because I’m like my father and I’ve got about six moles per square inch of skin, but I’m sort of dreading the idea of getting there since that fucking skin tag is in a really awkward spot you don’t really want to show to just about anyone so... Yeah. I just call it a thing. Not a thing-thing, but as this weird... biological object I don’t want to give credence to because if I do, my mind flings itself to melanoma and diabetes-induced skin problems even though my sugar levels are on-point and - 

- I haven’t understood a single word out of you, ergi. How is a thing not a thing?!

- Jesus fucking Ch- I don’t have time for this! I’m seeing you at supper, Bragi, and then I’m cranking the flux capacitor back to 436 AD!”

#vikings #tv shows #memes #random nonsense #thoughts #ragnar lothbrok #rollo #things #when is a thing not a thing but is also a thing

[babyawacs]

.@america @usa @america .@usa  i see americas u nperfections as less rigid chained things. that its cold and empty and a business allofit often,  is t hat itis principally f r e e itis faked so as underhuman civillians nonimmunised enslaved, ghettoised b ut its worse in many spots and its intent originally its i d e  a l s  are beautiful. its chaotic thing s occasionally are a sign of less rigid optimisation each friggin chewing gum onthe street is. how can you understand,  that , allthese, quarrel bullshits, are  beautiful shitballs compared to waht man doe s to man what systems do with humans what monstrosities r e a l l y happen when dictator monsters are p rerogatived todowhattheywant withyou yourass your kids and no checks and balances.  this is why youvote thisis why they enabledyou to thisis why allthe rich old men sweat pander wallow weasel and wiggle and yes jiggle a boner whenthey win  //// .@potus . @ivankatrump @potus @ivankatrump @gop #trump. itis democracy. itis part of the gameyousigned up. itis i mportant now to find the brake for the supporters and to celebrate 70million votes. a critical speech that must be. lawyers milk it now only onthe last catch. grace and buildupthe kids for a dynasty run late r. citizen trump. this. is my u t  m o s t best awacs aperture foryou takeit orleaveit.   greetings #disclosure #reminder  ********** independen t brightside humanist blue leaning bluevoting i n d e p e n d en t  always an honor to help potus bus h obama trump scale: trusted trusted enough (fo rnow) oh oh oh oh caution with thatguy blah *** ******** nocreamyinbetween #disclosure #reminder  //// @ivankatrump .@ivankatrump idontknow what thinktank support youhave but now itis critical fo r your family. now more than before.  itis so in wartimes rules from coldwar to hot war namely when it gets unstable at start or end of things is critical. this is a lifeslesson by many experienced elder s tatesmen  greetings #ivankatrump ivanka your f athers next speech will be critical. find the brakes. election is over. greetings .@potus @potus @ivan katrump .@ivankatrump @gop #trump you accelerated a heavy duty truck to extremes the recent weeks month s you s u r e? youcan slowly brake them down now this is in y o u r direct responsibility the se are y o u r people  dont set em up against ameri can democracy where isyour brake pedal useit c arefully but thoroughly  ********* ifyoudothe oppo site someone afterwards wet towel whips your oldbutt for it be responsible now wheres the brake pe dal election is over ********* now its back t o citizen trump greetings /// #why #humilia te #trump @potus @gop @thedemocrats @ivankatrump @cnn i think #trump WILL gracefully hand over the whi tehouse. but only after he accepts its a concluded election ******** it i s just not in hishands after thelast day of campaign this. must be so v ery hard on him ******** itis not the time for mean media-shitballs anymo re /// #critic #thedemocrats @speakerpelosi @california .@dnc @dnc @thedemo crats .@thedemocrats @joebiden @kamalaharris you need an intra party fix method for ****** u r g e n t burning issue fix be it then radical fix as ignored too long ****** this is what defund the police shitballproposal means it means then radic al urgent populist radical fix because  u r g e n t l y burning toolong and ignored as fix ********* this. you need a mechanism now the en ergy the mojo is from severe unsolved things that is whypopulists win th e r o o t c a u s e s  ********* gotit? inth is the party rejuvenates slowly but this means conflict when as next stage of america  youguys quarrel about bullshit instead fixing root causes wa it  for the next election whats happening then o nballot  //// @joebiden @gop @thedemocrats @vp @flotus #flotus is then jillb iden, first lady of vicepresident mr harris  ugh! modern times ///// @j oebiden @kamalaharris  why is it so bad for 70million people and sobad for 74million people but differently youneed the root causes fixed now or wait for the next election whats on ballot then yo u almost lost this one september after first debates imlike:  nothing of the root causes fixed   but put up compromise can didate b a r e l y then populist wipes floor with him in debates its obvious now you almost lost t his one  a g a i n //// @cnbc @women @gi rls @girl @woman @kamalaharris @joebiden @potus @gop @thedemocrats #kamalaharris #first #minority #woman #in #office  itis soooooo bbbbbbastardishly u n f a i r to women and e x  tr r a  bastardishly unfai r for minority women. itis a v e r y good thing    ///// @flotus hey girl you did ok. mustvebeen very tough the hardlight of public allthe flak ontrump hitting you. time for a pun: "first lady of the usa, mr harris?" (he hehe)  greetings //// @potus .@potus .@ivankatrump @ivankatrump so old guy, th e american people have spoken. you did a miracle victory with 70million voters, but its not enough for a win this time. allyou can do now is ******** set up your kids for a dynasty run reward your america s iron reserve patriots who saved your ass 4ye ars c o n s i d e r showing some grace when your speech is up ******** r ecount you do either way  you had a disruptor presidency torndown alot of tings stale and good and bad and stale and really good things, but didnt build up new things for the world you are seen as the utmost w o r s t us president ever because of this and nationalisms. isee it abit more pragmatic when george wbush got a c- for the terror wars unnecessary and some torture thi ngs,  obama a b+ for some things like healthcare and restoration of americas regard worldwide, saving auto s and some thirsty kids from yesidic mountains you get a D+ to c-, for some deregualtion bold things economic things more c- for some really disrupt ive things on women and the corona virus not helpful saving american lives rather d+  ********* take it easy now be withyour family show some grace set up your kids for a dynasty run later recount if you want ********** the american voter has vot ed greetings /////  @joebiden won? oh thats ok. s a goodguy @kamalaharris go!supergirls!!! yeeey!! s h o w e m !!  I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #IN TEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX [phone] Hel pful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss

.@america @usa @america .@usa  i see americas u nperfections as less rigid chained things. that its cold and empty and a business allofit often,  is t hat itis principally f r e e itis faked so as underhuman civillians nonimmunised enslaved, ghettoised b ut its worse in many spots and its intent originally its i d e  a l s  are beautiful. its chaotic thing s occasionally are a sign of less rigid optimisation each friggin chewing gum onthe street is. how can you understand,  that , allthese, quarrel bullshits, are  beautiful shitballs compared to waht man doe s to man what systems do with humans what monstrosities r e a l l y happen when dictator monsters are p rerogatived todowhattheywant withyou yourass your kids and no checks and balances.  this is why youvote thisis why they enabledyou to thisis why allthe rich old men sweat pander wallow weasel and wiggle and yes jiggle a boner whenthey win  //// .@potus . @ivankatrump @potus @ivankatrump @gop #trump. itis democracy. itis part of the gameyousigned up. itis i mportant now to find the brake for the supporters and to celebrate 70million votes. a critical speech that must be. lawyers milk it now only onthe last catch. grace and buildupthe kids for a dynasty run late r. citizen trump. this. is my u t  m o s t best awacs aperture foryou takeit orleaveit.   greetings #disclosure #reminder  ********** independen t brightside humanist blue leaning bluevoting i n d e p e n d en t  always an honor to help potus bus h obama trump scale: trusted trusted enough (fo rnow) oh oh oh oh caution with thatguy blah *** ******** nocreamyinbetween #disclosure #reminder  //// @ivankatrump .@ivankatrump idontknow what thinktank support youhave but now itis critical fo r your family. now more than before.  itis so in wartimes rules from coldwar to hot war namely when it gets unstable at start or end of things is critical. this is a lifeslesson by many experienced elder s tatesmen  greetings #ivankatrump ivanka your f athers next speech will be critical. find the brakes. election is over. greetings .@potus @potus @ivan katrump .@ivankatrump @gop #trump you accelerated a heavy duty truck to extremes the recent weeks month s you s u r e? youcan slowly brake them down now this is in y o u r direct responsibility the se are y o u r people  dont set em up against ameri can democracy where isyour brake pedal useit c arefully but thoroughly  ********* ifyoudothe oppo site someone afterwards wet towel whips your oldbutt for it be responsible now wheres the brake pe dal election is over ********* now its back t o citizen trump greetings /// #why #humilia te #trump @potus @gop @thedemocrats @ivankatrump @cnn i think #trump WILL gracefully hand over the whi tehouse. but only after he accepts its a concluded election ******** it i s just not in hishands after thelast day of campaign this. must be so v ery hard on him ******** itis not the time for mean media-shitballs anymo re /// #critic #thedemocrats @speakerpelosi @california .@dnc @dnc @thedemo crats .@thedemocrats @joebiden @kamalaharris you need an intra party fix method for ****** u r g e n t burning issue fix be it then radical fix as ignored too long ****** this is what defund the police shitballproposal means it means then radic al urgent populist radical fix because  u r g e n t l y burning toolong and ignored as fix ********* this. you need a mechanism now the en ergy the mojo is from severe unsolved things that is whypopulists win th e r o o t c a u s e s  ********* gotit? inth is the party rejuvenates slowly but this means conflict when as next stage of america  youguys quarrel about bullshit instead fixing root causes wa it  for the next election whats happening then o nballot  //// @joebiden @gop @thedemocrats @vp @flotus #flotus is then jillb iden, first lady of vicepresident mr harris  ugh! modern times ///// @j oebiden @kamalaharris  why is it so bad for 70million people and sobad for 74million people but differently youneed the root causes fixed now or wait for the next election whats on ballot then yo u almost lost this one september after first debates imlike:  nothing of the root causes fixed   but put up compromise can didate b a r e l y then populist wipes floor with him in debates its obvious now you almost lost t his one  a g a i n //// @cnbc @women @gi rls @girl @woman @kamalaharris @joebiden @potus @gop @thedemocrats #kamalaharris #first #minority #woman #in #office  itis soooooo bbbbbbastardishly u n f a i r to women and e x  tr r a  bastardishly unfai r for minority women. itis a v e r y good thing    ///// @flotus hey girl you did ok. mustvebeen very tough the hardlight of public allthe flak ontrump hitting you. time for a pun: “first lady of the usa, mr harris?” (he hehe)  greetings //// @potus .@potus .@ivankatrump @ivankatrump so old guy, th e american people have spoken. you did a miracle victory with 70million voters, but its not enough for a win this time. allyou can do now is ******** set up your kids for a dynasty run reward your america s iron reserve patriots who saved your ass 4ye ars c o n s i d e r showing some grace when your speech is up ******** r ecount you do either way  you had a disruptor presidency torndown alot of tings stale and good and bad and stale and really good things, but didnt build up new things for the world you are seen as the utmost w o r s t us president ever because of this and nationalisms. isee it abit more pragmatic when george wbush got a c- for the terror wars unnecessary and some torture thi ngs,  obama a b+ for some things like healthcare and restoration of americas regard worldwide, saving auto s and some thirsty kids from yesidic mountains you get a D+ to c-, for some deregualtion bold things economic things more c- for some really disrupt ive things on women and the corona virus not helpful saving american lives rather d+  ********* take it easy now be withyour family show some grace set up your kids for a dynasty run later recount if you want ********** the american voter has vot ed greetings /////  @joebiden won? oh thats ok. s a goodguy @kamalaharris go!supergirls!!! yeeey!! s h o w e m !!  I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #IN TEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX [phone] Hel pful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss

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[apelmedia]

Lidhjet e Bashës me gazetarët Rus. Proçedimi penaIisht i ‘ithtarit’ të Bashës, i fejuari i gazetares që NXlN Shqipërinë në mediat ruse

Hoxha është një emër i lakuar së fundmi nga mediat shqiptare për dy arsye. Së pari siç provuan fotot nga me Lulzim Bashën, ai duket të jetë një nga njerëzit që ruajnë sigurinë e liderit demokrat në daljet publike, por dhe në mos qoftë i tillë, është hapur fare një militant i th ekur i tij që shfaqet në krah të kryedemokratit kudo.

Së dyti, ai rezulton të jetë partneri i gazetares me origjinë angleze Alice Taylor, e cila ka qënë tejet aktive me qëndrimet e saj të ashpra për situatën politike shqiptare në prononcimin për televizionin rus “Russia Today”.

Gazetarja u prononcua gjatë një edicioni në këtë televizion, ku Shqipëria përshkruhej si një vend i kapur nga kriminelët e drogës e po ashtu, gazetarja që shkruan njëkohësisht për portalin exit.al, portal i drejtuar nga Neritan Sejamini, këshilltar i Bashës, është tejet aktive dhe agresive kundrejt Shqipërisë, në shkrimet e botuara në portalin tsarizm.com, portal që është i fokusuar kryesisht në zhvillimet e jetës publike ruse.

Më herët mediat zbuluan se Taylor ishte e fejuara e Ergys Hoxhës, për të cilin hodhën dyshimet se ishte truproja e Lulzim Bashës. Taylor reagoi duke e mohuar që partneri i saj të ketë punuar për Bashën, por fotot tregojnë se ai është miIitant i PD-së.

Por pavarësisht kësaj, fakti sot është që Ergys Hoxha, personi i cili fotografohet duke ‘mbrojtur krahët’ e Bashës, është një ndër të proceduarit që mbrëmjen e djeshme theu qetësinë publike duke kundërshtuar madje edhe forcat e policisë.

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