Norse Mythology Memes Novels & Stories

"Victor, you randomly got us on a plane to Norway this morning, and now we are wandering in the middle of nowhere. Your ancestry isn't important right now. What is important is what we are doing here. I need to know, Victor!" "Don't you understand, Maddie?!" Victor erupts, eyeing me as if I'm the crazy one when I stare at him. And when he realizes I have no idea what he is on about, he sighs heavily and continues talking. His tone is that of talking to a child. "We are here to ensure nothing bad happens to our babies. And to do that, we have to make an offering to Freyr—the Norse goddess of peace and harvest, but also fertility—that's why we are here, Maddie. She needs her offering in order

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

he asks and I look down and fidget with my fingers and bite my lower lip until I taste the metallic taste of blood. “He is the hound of hell, the son of Loki and the giantess Angrbooa. The brother of Hel herself.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Well, that’s the myth. But no, have you heard about the Moon Goddess, Selene?” Yes, I have. Nodding my head. I’m not lying. I’ve read books about werewolves and their deity, Selene. “Well, Fenrir is the twin brother of Selene. Now he isn’t the hound of hell. He is the God of hell. The Harbinger of Death.” Why is he telling me this?

Rebecca shakes her head timidly and swallows hard. "No? Then let me enlighten you," he practically purrs, rubbing his hands with an eagerness to put her in her place. "Loa means black magic. Sindre, and I have spread the black dust over Asgard to get these savage Vikings to work for us." His tongue traced over his chipped and yellow teeth. Sindre claps his hands mockingly at the imagery of the defeated Vikings.

How had he not known that they would want more than just a place to live? “So, as it is right with the moon deities, let us present our pack before them. As children of the moon, let us call upon the moon goddess Selene , the wolf god of war and vengeance, Fenrir, the wolf goddess of love and abundance Freya, and the Guardian wolf, Zion, to strengthen us today as we declare the birth of Genesis.” The elder said and in unison they howled. “SELENE! FENRIR! ZION! FREYA!”

I smile, looking over at our daughter to see she is smiling up at her dads who are giving her all the attention she wants. “Skoll and Hati, I like those. I remember Vaari telling Lily and I the story of them chasing, and trying swallow the sun and the moon each day,” I admit, looking down at the kittens in my lap and smile at one of them yawning. “Vaari would tell you two the story, then for days afterwards you would run around pretending to be Skoll, chasing the sun, and Liliana would pretend to be Hati, chasing the moon. It will be appropriate for your new pets to be named after the wolves who represent death and Ragnarök,” Mummo speaks, standing behind the couch, I look up at her, seeing

I say, telling him just small bits of the gods. “That is a lot of gods.” He says, and I nod my head. “So you are named after one of them?” He asks. “Yes. I am.” I say and smile. “Do every one of your people value wolves?” He asks. “Most fear them because of an old prophecy, that the wolf Fenris one day will kill Odin and start Ragnarok,” I tell him. “Ragnarok?” He asks and sounds interested. “Everything will be dark, cold, full of ice and snow.” I tell him and he looks at me.

I wouldn’t have been afraid if she hadn’t mentioned my pack. Looking at her I know she isn’t bluffing. So I nod my head. She releases me before crossing the small hallway. “What do you know about the legend of Fenrir?” she asks us still furious “He is the great wolf in Norse mythology. He is the son of Loki, the trickster god. It was prophesied that he and his siblings would participate in the destruction of the gods. As a result of that prophecy, Odin, turned on Fenrir and chained him to a rock. Fenrir was later able to escape and aligned himself with the forces of chaos thus brought about Ragnarok” one of the guards says.

Eva Fenrir— The Primordial Wolf, Sköll— The Sun Hunter, Hati— The Moon Hunter, Fenris Graymane— Tribal Elder: Keeper of the Lore, Thiess the Sentinel— Heroic Defender, Remnar Monteal—Tragic Werewolf. My index finger paused, looming over the name. Remnar Monteal. Could Monteal mean the same Monteal I know? The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially.

"Davina Lynne Lothbrok Birthdate: 9/21/2005 Weight: 7lbs 6ounces Time: 5:23pm" "This is mine Ragnar, why was it hidden?" "Turn it around Davi" So I turned it around for it to show what hospital I was born in, which wasn't the one here, also it had a name on it, one I had only ever seen in our history books when talking about a royal family, the first werewolf family there ever was. "Freyja Mani" Old Norse for The Lady, Goddess of beauty, love, sex, war, and fertility. Mani was the God of the Moon.