Kepic
Your friendly neighbourhood Alien Abductor
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The winter was long and harsh, and the snow still lay heavy on the ground. Heimdall Gurnerson was sitting in at cave mouth, warming himself by the fire he had set there, watching the flakes of snow drifting down outside.
He came to the cave often - he had done so since a young boy, when he had first discovered it when out exploring. He valued the peace and privacy it afforded, away from the settlement, Yrsung. When he sought such solitude, he told the others he was off hunting - and he usually brought back ample gamefood, for the light woods about the mountainside cave he had always found to be good hunting ground.
But not so this day. The only sign of life besides himself he had seen was the raven perched up in the firtree just outside the cavemouth, and although birdmeat and eggs were often a source of food in rough times, the raven was a symbol of Odin, and killing one or stealing from their nests was taboo.
Heimdall wrapped his furs tighter about his body and nodded up towards the bird, its black feathers dusted white. It had one beady eye turned towards him, in which he imagined he saw reflected the flickering light of his fires flames.
"I'd offer to share the fire with you, old bird" said Heimdall, "but you've never accepted the offer before".
The raven was a frequent visitor to of his when Heimdall came to the cave - in fact, it was more the other way around. For the last few years, the bird had watched over him and the cave, it seemed.
Heimdall was about to drop another chunk of firewood into the flames, when the raven cried out, spreading its wings and shaking the snow from its feathers. He sensed somehow a feeling of danger, and as the ground began to shake, Heimdall was already scrambling to his feet, and lurching from the cave. He threw himself forward into the snow, just as a landslide of stones, ice and packed snow collapsed over the cavemouth, smothering the fire and hiding the entrance.
"Odin's beard, I owe you old bird" Heimdall said, as he picked himself up out of the snow. The ground shook again, this time more strongly, and he almost fell back down. But it was the the sound that shook him the most.
A cry of intense agony. So loud it seemed to be the source of the grounds trembling.
Fear gripped Heimdall's heart, and he ran away from the mountainside as fast as he could in the snow, heading back to Yrsung.
The old raven took flight from it's perch, vanishing like mist after it had passed over the treeline. Heimdall had not known it, but Odin had been watching over him these last few years - and the cave. Hugin ('thought') was one of his ravens. Hugin watched over the world of the living, collecting information for its master. Munin ('memory') had the same task, but in the world of the dead, and every evening they would perch on Odin's shoulder and tell him all they had discovered.
But it was not evening yet. Hugin flew to his master anyway, sensing the urgency of the situation. While Heimdall's own ears might not have heard the sound, over the agonising scream of pain, Hugin had.
The snapping of metal links. The discarding of heavy chains.
Loki had broken free of his torment.
Ragnarök was approaching.
* * *
Loki shouted his exhuberance at his new-found freedom, hugging his loyal wife, Sigyn, who had sat by his side through the long centuries, catching the venom which dripped down from the serpent pinned above him, in her wooden bowl. Only when she was forced to turn away to empty it, did the drops fall into his eyes.
* * *
OOC: Ok, Gods, Goddesses, Valkryie, Warriors from Valhala... Fire giants from Muspell, Frost giants from Niflheim, plus the mortals in Midgard who'll be running around a lot, trying to make the best of their remaining time in life I expect
.
Knowledge of Nordic myth might be an advantage here. Let me know what kind of character you'd like and I'll put some suggestions forward.
My next scene will be in Valhala - so a valkryie or two would be handy (according to legend, in Valhala the Valkryie wore white robes, and provided sex to the warriors feasting there, if they were not sworn virgins - suitable for Literotica ye think?)
Loki is mine!!! Anyone want to take up Sigyn? It's been a loooooong time since Loki had some fun...
He came to the cave often - he had done so since a young boy, when he had first discovered it when out exploring. He valued the peace and privacy it afforded, away from the settlement, Yrsung. When he sought such solitude, he told the others he was off hunting - and he usually brought back ample gamefood, for the light woods about the mountainside cave he had always found to be good hunting ground.
But not so this day. The only sign of life besides himself he had seen was the raven perched up in the firtree just outside the cavemouth, and although birdmeat and eggs were often a source of food in rough times, the raven was a symbol of Odin, and killing one or stealing from their nests was taboo.
Heimdall wrapped his furs tighter about his body and nodded up towards the bird, its black feathers dusted white. It had one beady eye turned towards him, in which he imagined he saw reflected the flickering light of his fires flames.
"I'd offer to share the fire with you, old bird" said Heimdall, "but you've never accepted the offer before".
The raven was a frequent visitor to of his when Heimdall came to the cave - in fact, it was more the other way around. For the last few years, the bird had watched over him and the cave, it seemed.
Heimdall was about to drop another chunk of firewood into the flames, when the raven cried out, spreading its wings and shaking the snow from its feathers. He sensed somehow a feeling of danger, and as the ground began to shake, Heimdall was already scrambling to his feet, and lurching from the cave. He threw himself forward into the snow, just as a landslide of stones, ice and packed snow collapsed over the cavemouth, smothering the fire and hiding the entrance.
"Odin's beard, I owe you old bird" Heimdall said, as he picked himself up out of the snow. The ground shook again, this time more strongly, and he almost fell back down. But it was the the sound that shook him the most.
A cry of intense agony. So loud it seemed to be the source of the grounds trembling.
Fear gripped Heimdall's heart, and he ran away from the mountainside as fast as he could in the snow, heading back to Yrsung.
The old raven took flight from it's perch, vanishing like mist after it had passed over the treeline. Heimdall had not known it, but Odin had been watching over him these last few years - and the cave. Hugin ('thought') was one of his ravens. Hugin watched over the world of the living, collecting information for its master. Munin ('memory') had the same task, but in the world of the dead, and every evening they would perch on Odin's shoulder and tell him all they had discovered.
But it was not evening yet. Hugin flew to his master anyway, sensing the urgency of the situation. While Heimdall's own ears might not have heard the sound, over the agonising scream of pain, Hugin had.
The snapping of metal links. The discarding of heavy chains.
Loki had broken free of his torment.
Ragnarök was approaching.
* * *
Loki shouted his exhuberance at his new-found freedom, hugging his loyal wife, Sigyn, who had sat by his side through the long centuries, catching the venom which dripped down from the serpent pinned above him, in her wooden bowl. Only when she was forced to turn away to empty it, did the drops fall into his eyes.
* * *
OOC: Ok, Gods, Goddesses, Valkryie, Warriors from Valhala... Fire giants from Muspell, Frost giants from Niflheim, plus the mortals in Midgard who'll be running around a lot, trying to make the best of their remaining time in life I expect
.Knowledge of Nordic myth might be an advantage here. Let me know what kind of character you'd like and I'll put some suggestions forward.
My next scene will be in Valhala - so a valkryie or two would be handy (according to legend, in Valhala the Valkryie wore white robes, and provided sex to the warriors feasting there, if they were not sworn virgins - suitable for Literotica ye think?)
Loki is mine!!! Anyone want to take up Sigyn? It's been a loooooong time since Loki had some fun...
