The raven slept in a rock rift. On a cold winter’s night. There are many things that can hurt him. Everything is frozen outside. – Jón Thoroddsen (The Raven’s Song, Krummavisur) I love all birds, but ravens are really special to me. All across the world, these corvids hold significance in a variety of…
Three people gathered around the white cloth under the late-day sun. One woman shook a small leather pouch, whispering a question to the gods as she did so. She emptied its contents into her bejeweled hands, exhaling once over them before releasing the lot onto the cloth. Strips of nut wood landed on the fabric.…
A long time ago, before humans were created, three gods walked the worlds searching for answers. Along the way, they encountered many beings. From the mighty giants of Jotunheim to the talented dwarves, there was no shortage of life in the Nine Realms. However, the three gods craved more. One evening, when the sky turned…
Cattle die. Kinsman die. The self must also die. I know one thing that never dies. The reputation of a dead man. Havamal Stanza 77 Fate, life-changing decisions, and treating all with dignity Recently I had the pleasure of penning an article for my favorite guiding company, Midgard Adventure about my favorite destination there, Thor’s…
Learn about how tales of gods and giants inspired some of Iceland’s most noticeable places.