Thor, god of thunder Aak fictionspawn

Thor’s Iron Gloves

Thor had been on a journey through Jotunheim, the land of the Giants. On his way home he stopped, and camped by the foot of a mountain. He grilled one of his goats on the fire, ate, and went to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, his goat had resurrected, as always. The two of them were waiting eagerly to get going, already strapped to the wagon. He got his clothes on, got his power belt on and reached out for his gloves Járngreipnr. They were gone. He looked everywhere, under his blanket, under the rocks around. They were not to be found. Someone had stolen them while he was sleeping.

Dark clouds gathered in the skies as he screamed in fury… (More)

Digging Holes

He dreamt of long, relaxed nights, of sleeping all day. He dreamt of creating beauty. He dreamt of green forests and waterfalls. He dreamt of being free.

There was nothing but desert. Rocks and sand as long as his eyes could see. Hard work all day. Burning sun. Dry air.

He jumped up on the tank driller once again, drove up the hill… (More)

Norse Mythology Aak fictionspawn

Odin’s Last Walk

Odin walked. He had been walking for a long time. He knew now, what he hadn’t wanted to believe. From his throne he had seen it, both with the eye he still had, and the one floating in Mimir’s well. His two ravens, Hugin and Munin had whispered it in his ears for centuries. He had to go there, he had to see it up close.

He had walked between humans, wandered among them. He had travelled through the whole of Midgard, asked, investigated. It was just as bad as he had feared… (More)

Fantasy Landscape, Aak fictionspawn

Home

An illustration practice. Here’s a little story, too, or at least some kind of description.

They stood at the edge of the canyon, watching the water below. The red sky felt comforting, as always, and their little house was waiting on top of the hill on the other side. The journey had been long, but they were finally home… (More)

A sea monster. Aak fictionspawn

Dreams

Larry was sitting on the little beach, playing with a stick. There wasn’t much else to do. The giants came swimming in again, huge underwater monsters, passing by every once in a while. Some said they were gods. Larry wasn’t sure, but he knew his life depended on them.

-They say there’s another world far above, Peter said. Peter was new here, he had come in from the shop, young, full of life and energy. Such a waste…. (Press the image to keep reading)