It was a beautiful day; the birds were singing and the sky was bright. When I had awaken, I was a bit taken aback to realize my husband was absent from our bed. Being the god of the sun, I figured he had just waken up early, but as I walked around our home and garden, he was nowhere to be found. I walked around Midguard inquiring every person I saw, but no one had seen him, and they kept persisting that he had died. I did not believe this, as my heart insisted that he was alive and well. I knew he was a wanderer at heart, after all, this was not the first time he had disappeared; but he always returned and pleaded me for forgiveness. It was an odd relationship we had. We loved each other dearly, but we both had our fair share of adultery. Anyway, I went back to our home to fetch my falcon cloak and set off on my pursuit. I prepared for my journey, and finally set off, soaring upward into the sky in search of my love. It was tiring, and I passed over many lands.
Not long after, I left him ashore at the sea for a short while, and when I came back, his body was slain. I ran to him and hugged his still-warm body, but he was gone. I swore that I would avenge him, and kill whoever had committed this heinous crime. When I found it was the other gods who had murdered him, she was enraged. To placate her, they offered Od a place in Valhalla, despite the fact that he was not heroically killed in battle.
Sad story. I like how you used many pictures in your post.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you told your myth! So much detail.
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