Since Christmas is a time for traditions, I’m republishing this story about Santa’s early origins first published the first Christmas … More
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)
Lefr Eiriksson goes on a expedition far out into the sea. The storm rises, and the serpent of Midgard appears … More
Odin was looking to the horizon. He was worried. Times were changing. The war on the giants had calmed down … More
There had been no wind for many days. Twenty hard men were rowing day and night. This night everything was … More