Norse Goddess Valkyrie Tattoo Novels & Stories

They devour it before anyone notices. Across the table, Loviatar leans toward Hel—the Norse goddess of death—and starts speaking in the god’s tongue. They think I don’t understand. They’re wrong. I whisper an incantation. The words twist in the air and slide into meaning. “Have they gotten everyone in your pantheon into the cells?” Loviatar asks, her voice a dry rasp. “Nearly,” Hel replies. “My father, Loki, hid Fenrir, Narfi, and Vali. That might complicate things. Then again, Father usually only looks out for himself.”

The pressure on my throat vanished, and I dropped to the ground, coughing violently, air burning my lungs. Through my tears, I saw Iris. I was scared she wouldn't show up. I was scared it was my last moment. But there she was! She positioned herself between us now, eyes shimmering like dual moons, her aura enveloping me like a tide of tranquility. Her wings spread out behind her in brilliant defiance, and the earth shook under her bare feet “Ah… sister,” Valkyrie drawled, unfazed. “I always thought you were the wise one. But imagine… choosing a weakling to carry the pendant’s legacy.”

I asked her, as I offered her a hand and she stood up again. “Gunnr, Valkyrie of War. I’ve come to take Hati to the depths of Muspelheim, to be chained in the fires of Odin’s wrath for eternity,” she said to me. “Why only now?” I asked her. “He had to be defeated by a half-breed first. It was prophesized,” she said, as she walked towards the fallen wolf, and a bright light surrounded her. I didn’t know how to respond to that, what prophesy? Why didn’t Freya mention this?

The new queen stopped to observe Urian, around her neck she had a chain with gold discs, on each disc there was engraved the symbol of one of their Gods. The sun that represented Sunleholt, the god who illuminated their days and protected them from darkness; the moon that represented the goddess Beortmona, the only source of light that illuminated even the darkest nights; a hand surrounded by swirls of water representing the god Geholm, the source of their life who blessed their harvest with his seed; small diamonds, similar to the stars shining in the sky, representing the sisters of Beortmona, the goddesses Steorra and in the center of the chain, the disc that fell right on the chest, had

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academy had indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.

How could I forget ? I look at the rune I am burning, it kind of looks like a golf flag. I remember that one wynn, it represents happiness. It almost looks like thurs. I pick up the thurs rune and place it next to Wynn. Happiness and Jötnar. The flag on the thurs is only half raised. It is Tjalfe's rune, a sign of chaos and destruction. I am not naive. I know he is capable of destroying everything around him and that he makes the big storms I see on tv … he kills people. It is just very difficult to see this powerful being and not the loving kin that has become such an important part of my life, especially when he holds me and comforts me.

Her gaze sweeping over me, settling at the tattoo in my left pectoral, a wolf and a crown on top, the Alpha symbol. She had seen me shirtless numerous times, but she had always been too shy to stare. "It's beautiful." She whispered, as she rose on her knees, and began to trace my tattoo with her fingers. I shivered slightly under her touch. "Valerie, I think you are supposed to be doing something else." I said, clutching her hand. "You will have more time to do that." "Oh." She then lowered her gaze to tent that had formed in my pants, and to my delight, she said; "I want to touch it."

˙❥ My scalp throbbed with heat, the pain shooting through my neck to my spine. “Please, I pro—I promise!” My palm gripped her wrist. But not too tight to rip it off my hair, and just enough to rile her more. “How about I reduce your curse and just rip these hairs out?!” Noura said, her face twisted in anger. Her nose brushed my neck and I could feel the hot breath escaping from her nose. “Don't let me say more than this, Valkyrie.” My name drooled out of her lips like a threat—cold, thick, and heavy. She pushed me so hard I felt the walls shake at the impact.

The others watched as a glow began to seep through the fabric of her robe, a soft silver light humming like magic reborn. “Elaina,” Valen whispered, stepping closer, “What’s happening?” Before she could respond, the fabric burned away in a clean line—no pain, no flame—just vanished into nothingness. And there it was. A symbol etched into her skin like a brand from the gods themselves. Delicate crescent moons circling a central star. Around the star, smaller runes shimmered, rearranging with every breath she took. Everyone stood frozen. Kade stepped forward, pale and wide-eyed. His voice dropped to a reverent whisper.