Since Christmas is a time for traditions (and I’m on holidays), I’m republishing this story about Santa’s early origins first published the first Christmas here on Fictionspawn Monsters, and then republished every year since. Happy Yule, everyone!
The celebration of the turn of the darkness had already started. The children were waiting for Odin to come with gifts, as they all thought they had been nice this year. Freidis knew Solvar had not. She hadn’t told anyone.
Solvar looked at her with a nasty grin. He knew as well. He knew. And he would do it again, she was sure of it. She hated him, but most of all she was scared. He wouldn’t get any gifts this year, she thought. He wouldn’t get any gifts at all… (more)
In his sack the troll
carries his gold
and people he steals
for future meals
He meets a lad
ashed a tad
with a sharp little spine
and a barrel of wine… (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