Norse gods

Chapter 9 Loki's Children
Rocky is handsome and handsome, but also has his own charm.People often want to like him and trust him, but he's self-centered at best, mischievous or evil at worst.He married a woman named Sigorn, who was beautiful and happy when he courted and married her.But now she always looked like she was waiting for some bad news.She bore him a first son, Narf, and a second son, Vali.

Sometimes Loki disappears for a long time and doesn't come back. Sigurn often seems to be waiting for the worst news at this time, but Loki always returns to her in the end. A little ashamed, and there is a kind of pride hidden in this shame.

He disappeared three times and ended up coming back to her each time.

When Loki returned to Asgard for the third time, Odin called him to his side.

"I had a dream." Said the wise one-eyed, "You have a child."

"My son's name is Narf. A good boy, but sometimes he doesn't listen to me, I must confess. Another son is called Valli, and he's obedient and obedient."

"I'm not talking about them. You have three children, Loki. You've been slipping off to the land of the frost giants lately, spending your days and nights with the giantess Angorpoda. And she bore you three Child. I have seen them in my dreams through my mind's eye in my sleep, and I have foreseen that they will be the greatest enemies of the gods in the future when all is at an end."

Loki said nothing.He tried to look ashamed, but he seemed to be quite pleased with his behavior.

Odin summoned the gods before him, with Tyr and Thor at the forefront.Odin ordered them to go to Jotunheim, the country of giants, and bring Loki's children back to Asgard.

The two generals went through hardships and came to the country of giants, where they met Angel Boda.She did not expect them to come, and the children were playing together in her hall.Both gods were horrified when they saw what Loki and Angelpoda's children were.But that didn't make them forget the purpose of the trip.They grabbed the children and tied them up.They fastened the eldest to a pine board, between the two gods; they put a wicker mask over the second child, and put a rope around his neck like a dog's leash; With the three children walking beside them, she looked sullen and disturbing.

Those who walked to the right of the third child saw her as a beautiful little girl, while those who walked to the left avoided looking at her, because they saw a dead little girl, her skin and flesh rotting Black, such a horrible corpse is walking between them at this moment.

"Have you found a problem?" Thor asked Tyr on the third day of his journey back to Asgard from the kingdom of giants.They were camping overnight in a small clearing, and Tyre was scratching the hairy neck of Loki's second child with his huge right hand.

"what?"

"The giants didn't come after us. Not even the mother of these monsters. Like they wanted us to get Loki's children out of Jotunheim."

"Nonsense." Tyre said, but while denying it, he shivered beside the warm flames.

Two days later, they returned to Odin's temple.

"This is Loki's children," Tyre said briefly.

Rocky's first child, the one tied to the pine log, was now longer than the pine log.Its name is Jormungandr, and it is a giant serpent. "In the few days we've brought him back, he's grown inches," Thiel said.

Thor said, "Be careful. He spits black poisonous poison. He spit it at me. That's why we tied his head to the pine like that."

"It is still a child," said Odin, "and it is still growing. Let us send it where it cannot harm anyone."

Odin took the Serpent to the sea far from any land, to the sea that encircled Midgard, and there he set Jormungandr free, and watched it slip into the waves and meander away.

Odin followed it with one eye until it disappeared over the horizon.Is it right to do so?Odin pondered.He doesn't know the answer.He did as he was instructed in the dream, but the dream knew more than it showed, even to the wisest of gods.

The Serpent will grow in the gray waters of the World Sea, and it will grow until it is large enough to encircle the Earth.So in folklore, Yermungandr is also called the giant snake of Midgard.

Odin returned to the temple and ordered Loki's daughter to be brought to the temple.

He looked at the girl: her right cheek was rosy, with Loki's green eyes, her lips were red and full; the left face was dirty and wrinkled, bruised like death itself, and the eye she couldn't see was rotting away. Pale, brown jawbones and teeth protrude from a shriveled, unwrapped mouth.

"What do they call you, girl?" asked the All-Father.

"They call me Hela," she answered, "the revered father of the gods."

"You're a polite kid," Odin said, "I'll admit it."

Hela didn't speak, but looked at him with her one green eye, sharp as ice, and her bad, pale, lifeless eye, in which there was no fear.

"Are you alive?" Odin asked the girl, "or a corpse?"

"I am myself, Hela, the daughter of Angel Poda and Loki," she said, "and I like dead souls best. They are simple and respectful to me. People who are still alive hate me. "

Odin pondered the little girl's question, then remembered his dream.Odin said: "This child shall be ruler of the deepest dark regions, ruler of all the dead of the Nine Worlds. She will be Queen of the souls of the poor dead who did not die bravely in battle, and of all Queen of the dead of old age, accident, or childbirth. Warriors who die valiantly in battle will of course enter Valhalla. But those who die in other ways will become her people, serving her in the dark."

For the first time since being taken away from her mother, the little girl Hela smiled, with her mouth half-opened.

Odin took Hela into the lightless world, and he showed her the hall where she would receive her subjects, and he watched her name all that belonged to her. "My bowl shall be called hunger," said Hela, picking up a knife. "This one shall be called famine. My bed shall be called hotbed."

In this way, the two children of Rocky and Angel Poda are properly handled.One in the sea and one in the darkest place underground.But what about the third one?

When they brought back Loki's youngest third child from the land of giants, he was the size of a puppy, and Tyr used to play with him by scratching his neck and head after he took off his willow mask .

He was a gray and black pup with dark amber eyes.

The little wolf cub eats raw meat, but speaks human language, the language used by humans and gods, and he is quite proud.The little beast was called Fennir.

Likewise, he grew fast.On the first day it was the size of a wolf, on the second it was the size of a bear, and on the third it was the size of a giant elk.

All the gods feared him but Tyr.He still plays with him every day, only he feeds the wolf every day.Every day he ate more than the day before, and every day he grew stronger and fiercer than the day before.

Odin watched the wolf cub grow stronger and was filled with a sense of foreboding, because in his dreams, at the moment when it was all over, the wolf was there, and Odin, the last of all dreams about the future, saw the wolf. All the scenes I saw were those amber eyes and the sharp white teeth of the giant wolf Finnis[7].

There was a meeting of the gods, at which they decided to tie Fennir up.

They made a heavy chain and fetters in the god's forge.They brought the shackles to Fennell.

"Look!" said the gods, as if merely suggesting a new game, "you grow so fast, Fennir. It's time to try your strength. Here is a pair of chains and fetters of the heaviest .Do you think you can break free of it?"

"I think I can do it," the giant wolf Finnis shook his head and said, "Tie me up."

The gods wound the great chains around Fennir, and bound his paws with fetters.He waited silently for them to tie him up.The gods looked at each other and smiled while handcuffing the giant wolf.

"Now!" Thor yelled.

Fennell tightened and straightened the muscles in his legs, and the chains on his body snapped like dead branches.

The giant wolf howled towards the moon, howling was full of joy of victory. "I broke your chain," he said excitedly, "don't forget."

"We will not forget," replied the gods.

The next day, Tyr went to feed the giant wolf with meat. "I broke my anklet," said Fennell triumphantly, "I broke it easily."

"Yes." Tyre said.

"Do you think they're going to try me again? I'm growing and getting stronger every day."

"They'll try you again. I'll bet my right hand," Till said.

The wolf was still growing, and the gods were forging a new chain in the forge.Each link in this pair of iron chains is so large that a mortal man cannot lift it.The chains were made of the strongest material the gods could find: an alloy of iron from the ground and iron that fell from the sky.They called the chains Dromi.

The gods pulled the chain to where Fennir slept.

The giant wolf opened his eyes.

"Are you here again?" he said.

"If you can break free from these chains," said the gods, "then your power and reputation will be known to the worlds. Glory will be yours. If such chains cannot bind you, then you are better than all Gods and giants are more powerful."

Fennell nodded, looking at this pair of chains called Dromi, this pair of chains was bigger than any other iron chains, and stronger than any rope. "Glory does not come from ease, danger is inevitable," said the giant wolf after a while, "I believe I can break free from it. Bind me up."

They tied him up.

The giant wolf tensed its muscles, but the chain didn't budge.The gods looked at each other, exchanging victorious glances, but then the giant wolf began to writhe and roll, kicking its legs backward, tensing every muscle.His eyes turned red, his teeth were exposed, and saliva dripped from his mouth.

He rolled and howled.He struggled with all his might.

The gods leaned back involuntarily, thankfully they did.Because the chain split, and with the huge explosive force, the chain was broken into pieces and thrown back far away-for many years after that, the gods often stood beside the giant tree, or on the side of the hill. Next to it, fragments of broken shackles were found embedded in the soil.

"Yay!" roared Fennell, howling triumphantly, like a wolf and like a man.

The gods who had watched his struggle, the wolf found, did not seem overjoyed by his victory.Not even Tyre.Loki's son Fennir pondered, he thought about this, and some things before.

Day by day, the wolf Finnis grew bigger and hungrier every day.

Odin pondered, pondering his own thoughts.He has all the wisdom of Mimir's fountain, and all the wisdom gained from the Yggdrasil by sacrificing himself.Finally, he summoned Frey's emissary, the light elf Skynir.He described such a rope, called Gleipnir, to Skirnir.Skirner rode his horse and crossed the Rainbow Bridge to Safa Tafhan.He described to the dwarves how to make a rope never seen before.

As the dwarves listened to Skinnir's description of the task, they fought a cold war, and then offered a price.Skirnir agreed, and although the dwarves offered a high price, Odin instructed him to agree.The dwarves gathered the ingredients needed to make Gleipnir.

Here are six things the dwarves collected:
The first, is the cat's footsteps.

The second is a woman's beard.

The third is the root of the mountain.

The fourth is the tendon of the bear.

The fifth is the breath of the fish.

The sixth, and last, is bird saliva.

Each of these items is used to make Gleipnir. (You say you've never seen these things? Of course you haven't. The dwarves used them up when they made Gleipnir.)
When the dwarves had finished their work, they gave Skirnir a wooden box.Inside the box is a long ribbon that looks silky smooth and soft.It looks almost transparent, as light as nothing.

Skinner took the wooden box and rode back to Asgard.He arrived at dusk after sunset.He showed the gods what he had brought from the dwarf's workshop, and the gods were amazed at what they saw.

The gods came to the shore of the Black Lake together, and they called Fennir's name.He came running, like a dog when it hears a call.All the gods marveled at how huge and mighty he was now.

"What's the matter?" asked the wolf.

"We have just got the strongest rope," they said, "not even you can break free."

The wolf gasped and said proudly, "I can break free from any rope."

Odin spread his palms to show Gleipnir.It shone brightly in the moonlight.

"This?" asked the wolf. "There is nothing difficult about it."

The gods tugged on the rope to show how strong it really is. "None of us could pull it off," they told him.

The wolf cast a sidelong glance at the silky rope they were pulling, which shone like the trail of a snail, or moonlight on the waves.He turned away, not much interested.

"No," he said, "bring me real chains, real chains, heavy ones, and I'll show you my strength."

"This is Gleipnir," said Odin, "stronger and stronger than any chain or chain. Are you afraid, Fennir?"

"Fear? Not at all. But what if I break free of a ribbon like that? Will I get acclaim and fame? People will gather and say 'You know how strong and mighty the wolf Finnis is' Is he so strong that he once tore a ribbon!' I shall not gain a reputation for breaking Gleipnir."

"You're scared." Odin said.

The giant sniffed. "I smell trickery and deceit," said the wolf, his amber eyes shining in the moonlight. "Though I think your Gleipnir is nothing more than a ribbon, I don't agree tied up."

"You? You who have broken free from the strongest and most indestructible giant shackles? Are you afraid of this rope alone?" Thor said.

"I'm not afraid of anything," roared the giant wolf, "but you little things are afraid of me."

Odin scratched the beard on his chin. "Fenril, you are not stupid. We do not intend to deceive you. But I understand why you would not like it. Only a truly brave warrior will agree to be bound by a rope that he cannot break. I assure you, all In the name of the Father of God, if you can't break this ribbon, we gods have no reason to fear you, then we will let you go and let you go wherever you want."

The giant wolf let out a long wolf howl. "You lie, Father of the Gods. You lie as easily as you breathe. If you tied me up and I couldn't break free, you wouldn't let me go. I think you'd keep me here. I feel that you are going to abandon me and betray me. I don't agree that you should tie me with this ribbon."

"Well said, brave," Odin said. "You use these words to cover up your fear of being proven a cowardly coward! You are afraid of being tied up with ribbons, Finnis the Wolf. No need to explain."

The giant wolf stuck out his tongue, and he smiled, showing his fangs—each as big as a grown man's arm. "Stop questioning my courage, let me challenge you to prove that you are not deceitful. If one of you agrees to put his hand in my mouth, then I will let you use I will tie me with a ribbon. I will gently take the hand in my mouth with my teeth, but I will not bite it down. If you have not betrayed me, then when I break free from the ribbon, I will let go of his hand, the hand that is intact .Come on, I swear, if you put a hand in my mouth, I'll let you tie me up with that ribbon. So, does anyone volunteer his hand?"

The gods looked at each other.Baldr looked at Thor, Heimdall looked at Odin, Henir looked at Frey, but none of them moved.Finally, Tyr, the son of Odin, sighed, stepped forward, and raised his right hand.

"I'll put my right hand in your mouth, Fennir," Tyre said.

Fennir lay on his side, and Tyre put his right hand in Fennir's mouth, just like when Fennir was just a wolf cub and they were playing together.Fennir closed his teeth gently and bit Tyre's wrist without cutting his skin, then he closed his eyes.

The gods bound him with Graipnir.A snail-like flash of light wrapped around the giant wolf's body, binding his legs and immobilizing him.

"Okay," said Odin, "now, Wolf Fenyx, break free from your bonds. Let us see how strong you are."

The giant wolf stretched and struggled.He tensed every muscle, trying to break the ribbons that bound him.But every struggle got harder, and that shiny ribbon got stronger with every tug.

At first, the gods snickered.Then, they chuckled.At last, convinced that the beast was immobile and that they were in no danger, they began to laugh without restraint.

Only Tyre remained silent.He didn't smile.He could feel the sharp teeth of the giant wolf Fennir pressing against his wrist, and the tongue of the giant wolf Finnis pressing against his palm and fingers, warm and moist.

Fennell no longer struggled in vain.He lay there motionless.If the gods were going to let him go, it was time to let him go.

But the gods just laughed louder.Thor laughed loudly, every sound was like a thunderbolt, accompanied by Odin's dry laugh, and Baldur's laughter like a bell...

Fennell looked at Tyre.Tyre also looked at him bravely.Then Tyr closed his eyes and nodded. "Go ahead," he whispered.

Fennell bit off Tyre's wrist.

Tyre made no sound.He simply wrapped his right wrist with his left hand, and pressed tightly against the wound to stop the spray of blood.

Fennir watched helplessly as the gods passed the other end of Graipnir through a huge rock like a mountain and fixed it to the ground.Then he watched them use the other boulder as a hammer, driving that mountainous boulder deep into the ground, deeper than the deepest ocean in the world.

"Treacherous Odin!" howled the giant wolf. "If you had not deceived me, I would have been a friend of the gods. But your fear betrayed yourself. I will kill you, father of the gods. Wait till When it's all over, I'll eat the sun and the moon. But what I enjoy most is killing you."

The gods were wary of Fennir's claws, and as they drove deeper and deeper into the stone, Fennir writhed and roared at them.The god closest to him calmly plunged his sword into the upper jaw of the wolf Fenyx.The hilt of the sword caught in the wolf's lower jaw, jamming his upper and lower jaws so that they could never be closed again.

The giant wolf roared vaguely, and the saliva flowed out of his mouth like a river.If you didn't know it was a wolf, you'd think it was a hill with a river flowing out of a cave.

The gods left the place where the rivers of saliva flowed into the black lake, they were silent at first, but when they had gone far enough, they started laughing triumphantly again, and they slapped each other on the back.The smiles of those who think they have done a very sensible thing are extra bright.

Tyre didn't laugh.He bound the wound on his wrist tightly with cloth, and walked back to Asgard with the gods, keeping his thoughts in his heart.

This is the story of Loki's children.

(End of this chapter)