#Jötunheimr

[arenjix]

Ásgarðrian Galdr

by Valerie_Vancollie

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Summary:

What if Loki was able to warn his past self, so he did not lose control during his regency and was able to act as he normally would? What if he had been able to remain calm and in control of himself, and the situation?

"How?" Loki demanded.

"Betrayal," his future self stated simply, rage clear in every syllable. "But you must control your reaction and come to see me, or you will repeat my mistakes and we will miss an opportunity to take control and alter things in our favor."

It would have changed everything.

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Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Norse Religion & Lore, Marvel

Relationships: Loki & Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja & Loki (Marvel), Loki & Odin, Loki & Warriors Three (Marvel), Heimdall & Loki (Marvel), Loki/Sigyn (Marvel), Asgardians & Loki (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja & Thor (Marvel), Thor & Warriors Three (Marvel)

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Loki (Norse Religion & Lore), Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Tyr (Marvel), Laufey (Marvel), Laufey (Norse Religion & Lore), Eir (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence - Thor (2011), Loki (Marvel) Does What He Wants, POV Loki (Marvel), BAMF Loki (Marvel), Good Loki (Marvel), Hurt Loki (Marvel), Loki (Marvel) Has Issues, Intersex Loki (Marvel), Loki (Marvel) Feels, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Protective Frigga (Marvel), Parent Frigga (Marvel), Odin's A+ Parenting (Marvel), Odin's Bad Parenting (Marvel), Asgard (Marvel), Jötunheimr | Jotunheim, Intersex Jotunn (Marvel), Jotunn | Frost Giant, Jotunn Biology (Marvel), Parent-Child Relationship, Brothers, Brotherly Bonding, Brotherhood, Brother Feels, Brotherly Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Suspense, Family Drama, Psychological Drama, Angst and Drama, Courtroom Drama, Powerful Loki, Punishment, Bigotry & Prejudice, Internalized racism, Canon-Typical Violence, Betrayal, Speciesism, Original Character(s), Yggdrasil - Freeform, Child Abandonment, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Time Travel, Wordcount: Over 100.000, Body Dysphoria, Political Alliances

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Song of the Yggdrasill

Published: 2021-01-30 Completed: 2022-10-22 Words: 479,713 Chapters: 93/93

[arcthebreeder]

OVR: Operation Virus Removal 12.TXT

Helloogarmon's flames covered the signals sent by the two digimon, and now I've got not two, but, strangely, three readings.

Ok, I finally realized what happened, my little theory was correct, Helloogarmon evolved into Fenriloogamon! The third reading must have been its new move Hróðvitnir, an attack that lets him create a clone of himself using magical flames.

Apparently, the clone remains fighting against Rasenmon Fury Mode while Fenriloogamon gets used to his new body.

Ok, just stablished communication with Fenri, he can talk! He says that he doesn't know what triggered the evolution, but I've got a theory

Maybe Helloogarmon's lust for destruction somehow got "infected" by the recollection of data that represents his relationship with Stiffilmon, and that overloaded its DigiCore with conflicted data that, ultimately got overwritten with the energy of evolution, turning him into Fenriloogamon.

But we'll have time to discuss that later. Rasenmon Fury Mode got to regrow her tentacle drills, but almost instantly, they got cut again thanks to the Jötunheimr Gale that Fenriloogamon's clone threw from the back!, the Jötunheimr Gale tears the opponent with magical lasers that come out of Fenriloogamon's limbs, thus cutting the tentacles, and allowing me to retire Arcturusmon and send Canoweissmon back! Now that there's an Ultimate by our side, especially one as strong as Fenriloogamon, this operation will be easy!

Thanks to a combination of the Ragnarök Howling and the Dragonia that fell from the sky, Rasenmon Rage Mode fell into the ground!

Fenriloogamon threw himself at her and Canoweissmon is holding her from the back, and with this, Canoweissmon injected the degenerative program into Rasenmon Rage Mode! Turning her into... Rasenmon?

Ok uh, this is a... Curious result.

[jadesnapart]

If I was a princess of Jötunheimr, I guess I'd be pretty huge, huh? Stronger too. Neat.

A spin on Nephenee's new resplendent, but as her Halberdier class from FE10! thank you to @labmemb3r for commissioning another Nephenee!!

[riekesart]

New chapter of the The Wild Blue Yonder is up! Into Helheim we go!

The Wild Blue Yonder: A Loki Movie (29269 words) by Bottan Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Norse Religion & Lore, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), Fárbauti (Norse Religion & Lore), Laufey (Marvel), Býleistr | Byleist (Norse Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Jotunn Thor (Marvel), Action/Adventure, POV Loki (Marvel), Jötunheimr | Jotunheim, Brotherly Love, Less Brotherly Love, Fairy Tale Elements, Helheimr | Hel (Realm), Loki Has Issues (Marvel), Thor Has Issues (Marvel), Wilderness Survival, Hypothermia, Angry Thor (Marvel), Mono-gendered Frost Giants, Let's party like it's 2011

Summary: After the botched coronation, Thor and his warriors land on Jötunheim – far away from the capital, far away from Laufey. So they march, and when they find Jötnar, they destroy them. But the bridge doesn’t open when they call for it, and Odin doesn’t rescue them from Laufey’s revenge. Fleeing, separated from their friends, Loki and Thor get hopelessly lost. And while Thor is dying of the cold, Loki is facing a truth nobody prepared him for. ** Or: The one where Thor gets cursed and turns into a Frost Giant. Updates Mondays.

[midnottart]

❄️🐍 • Flower of Jötunheimr

[mrs-blobbington]

The Wild Blue Yonder: A Loki Movie (18237 words) by Bottan Chapters: 3/7 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Norse Religion & Lore Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), Fárbauti (Norse Religion & Lore), Laufey (Marvel), Býleistr | Byleist (Norse Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Jotunn Thor (Marvel), Action/Adventure, POV Loki (Marvel), Jötunheimr | Jotunheim, Brotherly Love, Less Brotherly Love, Fairy Tale Elements, Helheimr | Hel (Realm), Loki Has Issues (Marvel), Thor Has Issues (Marvel), Wilderness Survival, Hypothermia, Angry Thor (Marvel), Politics, Court Drama, Mono-gendered Frost Giants, Let's party like it's 2011

Summary:

After the botched coronation, Thor and his warriors land on Jötunheim – far away from the capital, far away from Laufey. So they march, and when they find Jötnar, they destroy them.

But the bridge doesn’t open when they call for it, and Odin doesn’t rescue them from Laufey’s revenge. Fleeing, separated from their friends, Loki and Thor get hopelessly lost. And while Thor is dying of the cold, Loki is facing a truth nobody prepared him for.

--

Or: The one where everyone is a Frost Giant and Loki and Thor overcome their challenges together.

Updates weekly.

[snarp]

Who is this intended to appeal to

If both of these men were to be killed in the same moment, news cameras would scour the earth for even a single person willing to shed for them a single tear. They would find her in Jötunheimr:

That's right: the giantess Thökk. Just another of Loki's nasty little tricks...!

[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

Norse mythology in the Frozen universe: How it's all connected | Part 2 | Analysis | Theory

Like part 1, I'll be deciphering and analysing the Nordic runes and Norse mythology in Frozen 2.

Norse mythology in Frozen 2

The stones of the Four elemental spirits

The first piece of runes we get is from the moment we're introduced to the enchanted forest.

Initially we all thought these were runes but when it came to deciphering them we couldn't because it was revealed that these were symbols of the four elemental spirits but they made it look runic to go with the Norse mythology aspect. These aren't symbols in Norse mythology.

The scroll in the abandoned ship

This scroll contains symbols, some that look like Nordic runes but aren't. Some of these are the elemental spirits' symbols. I looked up Norse mythology symbols and none of them matched to any of these in the scroll. Then I came across @greatqueenanna's incredible post breaking down this scroll and what it means.

The Elemental Spirits

The Nøkk is based on the Nøkken in Nordic folklore aka Norse mythology. It's known as a dangerous fresh water-dwelling creature that plays a fiddle to lure his victims out onto thin ice on foot or onto water, then draws them down to the bottom of the water where he is waiting for them. It can also shape shift into a horse or a man.

In Frozen's version it does a similar thing except I believe it does so to protect Ahotohallan from strangers who may seek power. It did this with Elsa when she was crossing the dark sea but Elsa managed to tame it and control it. It is also believed by fans that the Nøkk was the reason their parents didn't survive the dark sea. I have a whole post about that here.

The giants in the mythology are called the Jöntar. They can shapeshift and also have great strength and size, which allows some to survive attacks by the gods. They're from the realm of Jotunheim or Jötunheimr. They're basically the trolls that I mentioned in my previous post.

The giants in Frozen are called the Earth giants and are huge and rocky and have great strength. They can't shapeshift though.

The wind spirit's counterpart in Norse mythology is Njǫrd, the god of the wind and of the sea and its riches. His aid was invoked in seafaring and in hunting, and he was considered the god of “wealth-bestowal,” or prosperity.

The wind Spirit in Frozen's universe is literally the wind and can take up the form of leaves or snowflakes.

Finally the Fire Spirit in Norse mythology is actually the fire giants called Surt or Surtr. He's a fire demon/ giant who ruled in the realm of the fiery wilderness called Muspelheim. Surt was the guardian of Muspelheim. He stood at the border, brandishing a flaming sword. At the time of Ragnarok, the end of the world, Surt was destined to lead the fire giants into battle against the gods.

In Frozen's universe the fire spirit is a small salamander that breathes pink fire.

Norse mythology theories for Frozen 3

While the spirits are inspired by Norse mythology, Frozen II is based more on the Sami culture which is Iduna's side of the family. Frozen I had Norse mythology but I believe Frozen III and IV will go even further with the Norse mythology with referencing the Valhalla, a paradise of viking warriors, vikings, and more.

Norse mythology in Frozen is nothing new except the fact that it'll have a bigger role and be more obvious. I myself had no clue what these runes and spirits meant in the first two films until I saw the concept and theories for Frozen 3. Vikings and realms are going to be shown in the Frozen 3 and I'm excited!! I've honestly never been a big fan of Norse mythology. But the way Frozen is depicting it and how creative it is with it makes it much more interesting.

Iduna and Agnarr's return

But there's another theory that I want to discuss. If we look at the concept art again...

...we see at least 3 viking figures. One being the most obvious one with its reflection in the water and the two faint ones standing on the clouds near the majestic hall aka Valhalla.

Two of them, the ones on the cloud, could be Iduna and Agnarr. If you've read the first part to this post, you'll know I mentioned Agnarr being on Valhalla as it's a place where Vikings go after death. Iduna's spirit seems to be in Ahotohallan and can be visited anytime by Elsa. But Agnarr's spirit could be in Valhalla. That could be him on Valhalla. But since there's two, maybe the other could be Iduna. Maybe she also was considered as a viking, or just as a wife of a viking who can also appear in Ahotohallan too (as her appearance in Ahtohallan in Frozen 2 was unclear if it was a memory or her spirit). It could be that they were always watching over their daughters and are waiting for a moment to see them as they know they are about to encounter a big adventure.

Hans could be like Loki

I have this theory that Hans is like Loki. Mischievous and a trickster and a throne thief but really just wants to be accepted after he was not loved by his biological family. In the Marvel Cinematic Universe he eventually is redeemed and saves the universe with a few fake deaths here and there. Hans should not at all die if he's redeemed, not even as a sacrifice! I believe he'll be redeemed and help the Frohana gang save whatever's at stake (potentially the universe!). Some people believe that the shadow figure is Loki with the horns and staff. Now we don't know if the Shadowy Viking figure is a new character or if it's actually Hans metaphorically. If Norway had old Norse, Denmark had too, meaning the Southern Isles must contain some Norse mythology in its history as Arendelle does, which means Hans could have Viking/ Norse mythology ancestry just like Elsa and Anna do.

And that's all I could find Norse mythology related in Frozen 1 and 2. Frozen 3 and 4 definitely seems to be more Norse mythology related than the others so that's why I've made these posts, to show the connection to the previous two films in case people didn't notice it before or felt the theme was out of the blue or something new. So I hope these two posts help!

Frozen 3 and 4 are definitely going to be the movies we never knew we needed!

[broomsick]

Invocation to the Gods for a pride month celebration!

Join us, Gods and Goddesses!

Come from your radiant halls and join!

See how we are gathered in your honor,

And in friendship and love!

We celebrate you and we celebrate ourselves

In the season of plenty that is granted by the Wanes!

Join us, Óðinn, Allfather of many faces,

Who is both a man and a woman, and neither at once!

Join us, Loki, silver-tongued Sly One,

Who can never be bound by constructs of gender!

Join us, Freyja, fierce Lady of the Slain,

Who ignites love and urges all to be true to themselves!

Join us, Yngvi-Freyr, generous King of Kings,

Who nurtures peace and quiets conflict!

Join us, Thórr, strong-spirited Son of Earth,

Who protects outcasts and slays persecutors!

Join us, Baldr, luminous Son of Óðinn,

Who quells sorrow with light and comfort!

Join us, Týr, Fosterer of Wolves,

Who brings justice and gives strength to all!

Join us, Gods of Ásgarðr and of Vanaheimr!

Join us, spirits of the Earth and of Jötunheimr!

Celebrate with us the strength of those who fight

And of those who bend to no hate!

In your names, for our friends and chosen families,

We make no apology and embody our true selves on this day!

Art

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

Next chapter of my god of war fanfic

you can read down below or go on ao3. M rated for nudity.

The air is hot–ygrós–but Kratos only feels coldness. He walks away with blurred vision, both axe and body lustrated in blood from battle. The dragon is slain. The person who remains is… safe. And yet Kratos cannot shake this feeling of being cold. The coward reveals himself when he is told the danger is no more, grumbling something about lost profits. Will he ever mourn? Kratos hums, rage devouring him—he takes a breath and moves on to the nearest gateway. He finds Lúnda near it, hammering away at some new tool at her workshop.

“Well hiya, handsome,” she greets, looking up. She takes notice of his disheveled form: blood drips from his axe onto her wooden table. Sindri might have gagged and Brok would either laugh or throw a terrible fit, depending on his mood that day. Lúnda simply smiles. “Looks like you got into some trouble there.”

He sets the axe down for her to mend. “There was a dragon,” he says. “It is no more.”

“Was wonderin’ what all that racket was,” she says. “Well, we can all sleep a little better tonight knowin’ there’s one less dragon about. Thanks to you, Mr. God of War.”

He says nothing, simply grunts. Blood rolls from his arm onto his clenched fist, and then drops to the dirt below him.

She takes the axe and begins wiping away the blood. “I’ll fix her right up for ya. Don’t ya worry.”

Lúnda begins the process of sharpening his weapon—and his chest tightens. He sees only their burnt bodies when he blinks. Where is Atreus? Is he eating? Is he well?

“You okay, Kratos?” she questions after a moment.

“Yes,” he tells her.

“Ya sure? You seem… I dunno, maybe a little more rattled than yer usual upbeat self.”

“I am… cold.”

She senses his hesitancy. “Yep. Dragon’s blood can do that to ya.” Instead of pushing him, she returns the axe; he places it in its holder behind him. And her eyebrows lift suggestively. “Nothin’ a nice hot bath can’t fix—say hi to Freya for me, would ya?”

He nods, then sets the hacksilver he owes down onto the table and moves to the gateway. But he stops as the door appears... He hears them scream, even still.

“Something else ya need?”

The door collapses and he returns to her. “Have you…” He stops. Eight years since last they spoke, and even longer since he left to find the Giants. Jötunheimr remains empty with no hope in sight of it being otherwise. His stomach twists. The screams, they roar. “Atreus. Has he visited you during his travels?”

“You’ll be the first to know when he does, Kratos,” she assures. “Same with Sindri—wonder where he ran off to?”

“Thank you, Lúnda.”

He opens the gateway, then moves past the blinding white light awaiting the portal to open again. Blood consumes him. His heart pounds. He takes a breath, and the door opens; the bright light leads him back into the humid night. He shivers.

Home is quiet, empty and dark. He hangs up his weapons before searching for cloth to wipe away the blood. One dangles from Freya’s cabinet. Kratos uses it to wipe his hands. His eyes close—the fire burns and they scream. It is too late. He can do nothing.

Creaky floors awaken him. He turns, shaking. Hnoss stands alone in candlelight. She moves barefoot across the wooden floor in only her night clothes, her golden hair wrapped tightly in a braid to tame it during sleep. She lifts the candle to see him clearly. “Father?”

“Did I wake you?” he questions softly.

Hnoss shakes her head, placing the candle down. She then begins searching through her mother’s cabinet. Finally, she finds what she needs: ingredients Freya uses when there is sickness in the household.

“You are ill?” The back of his hand moves instinctively to check her forehead, but stops at the sight of his own blood. He pulls away.

“My… stomach hurts.” Hnoss looks almost embarrassed as she mixes the herbs into a glass jar for herself. “But it’s just… lady stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

He nods, understanding. It is the way of life. Hnoss and Gersemi are women now, Freya reminds him whenever she feels he treats them otherwise.

“What about you? What happened?” She gestures to the blood still consuming him.

He hesitates. “A dragon.”

“You’ve not… healed yourself yet?” she wonders, sipping her mixture.

He does not answer. “Where is your mother?”

Kratos looks around the empty room, seeing only remnants of Freya: their unmade bed hidden off in the corner, shielded from the rest of the area with a dark curtain; dirty plates on the table from dinner; her sword leaning against the wall beside Býleistr’s bow.

“I don’t know.”

“And Mimir?”

“He went to Valhalla,” she says, “along with Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But… Mother didn’t go with them.”

He hums, wiping his hands thoroughly to clean the blood. Hnoss’ eyes linger on him as he works. She wants to touch him, to heal his wounds, but he prevents her. “You do not need to mend me, thisavre mu,” Kratos assures, his now clean hand squeezing her own to emphasize the fact. And finally, he hears a soft distant humming—Freya. Her shadow dances on the wall from the candle light radiating outside the open window. Kratos sets aside the cloth and gently guides his daughter toward the wooden ladder leading up to the room she shares with her siblings. “Bed,” he orders. “It is late.”

She kisses his cheek, despite the speckles of blood. “Goodnight, Father.”

Outside is a large wooden barrel tub where Freya, for the moment, occupies. The steamy water remains mostly stagnant besides the disturbance of a slight breeze, providing comfort to an otherwise hot night.

Her eyes remain closed, but she senses him as he approaches: “If you’ve come for the bath, I fear you’ll have to wait your turn. The children have been bickering nonstop. I haven’t had a moment to myself all day.” He does not respond, so she opens her eyes. “Kratos?” The water becomes rapid as she sits up at the sight of him. “What happened?”

He trembles. “I have grown cold.”

And she stands, her naked form unapologetically greeting the hot air to be at his side, guiding him down onto a nearby stump. “Kratos,” she repeats, “what happened? Why can’t you heal?”

He takes a moment to find his thoughts. “The sound in the forest was not a troll like Mimir had suspected. It was… a dragon.”

“A dragon? I thought we killed them all after Ragnarök.”

“This one was not native to these lands. It belonged to a blacksmith, who used it for parts. For his weaponry. He cut its horns, removed its claws, plucked its scales… It was caged, tortured, all for the sake of profit. And his children”—he pauses, rage filling him—“treated the creature as if it were their pet.”

Freya leans down, breasts dangling, completely uncaring of her own vulnerable state to care for him. “How horrible.”

He shivers in disgust. “The creature broke out of its cage. And the children…” He takes a breath. “I could not get to them in time.”

She holds him tighter. He clutches her arm. Tears fall. He is not the God he once was, but his past will always come back to haunt him.

“Oh, Kratos… what a terrible thing to witness.”

He responds with a hum. They scream, they burn and he can do nothing. And Atreus’ whereabouts remain unknown. What if… No, he will not let in such thoughts.

“I’ll send word to Sif in the morning,” Freya says. “We will have a trial. Justice will be served.” She steps away, perhaps suddenly realizing how exposed she is, and dons her dressing gown.

He stands. “The cycle continues. It will always continue. A trial will make no difference.”

Her brows raise in disbelief. “It will,” she insists. “You of all people should know—”

“HE DID NOT MOURN!” he tells her, pacing around her. She shushes him. The children are asleep just above them. He continues quieter, “Freya, they were his children. And he did not mourn.”

“What do you want us to do then? Let him go because he doesn’t feel bad about killing his children?”

He looks away, stubbornly. “No—”

“He’s a lost cause. He’s better off dead, is that it?”

“I do not think that.” A younger version of himself might have… No, his younger self would have certainly killed him. There is no question. But he is no longer that God.

“You are letting your emotions take control here, Kratos.”

His fists clench, then release and repeat. She wraps her arms around him in an effort to comfort him and kisses his lower shoulder, despite the blood. Kratos hums at her delicate touch. “And what if his sentencing does nothing?” What if he never mourns?

“We can give consequence,” Freya reminds. “But only he can decide the outcome.”

Her fingers intertwine with the bands around his chest. She releases them from their clasps and his upper armor falls to the ground with a hard clunk. He blinks. “What are you doing?”

“You reek of sweat and blood. What do you think?” He does not understand, but allows her to strip him down. And he transforms into the vulnerable one now, completely naked for all of Vanaheim to see. “You need a bath, Kratos,” Freya tells him when she is still met with confusion. “The water can also assist in healing you.”

She urges him into the tub; he moves back to the stump instead, the screams of his children never leaving his mind. It has been twenty long years since the start of his son’s journey, and he has barely been in contact. “Why has Atreus not returned? Do you think”—he grieves Calliope, but knows not Atreus’ fate—“something has happened?”

“No,” she says firmly, understanding the implication. A fly begins circling him, buzzing radically to get his attention. He blinks in annoyance, but keeps his focus on Freya. “I don’t know where he is but I know he’s not dead somewhere. You taught him better than that.” She crouches so they are eye level, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. “The Giants have given him a near impossible task. It was never going to be easy. He will return when the time is right. Alive.” She swats the fly away as it settles on his ear. “Now please get in the tub. You are attracting flies.”

Kratos nearly chuckles as he stands. He removes her dressing gown, then guides her back to the bath. “This is your one moment of peace today. I do not wish to take it from you. I will wash in the river.”

She dips her foot in, then her entire leg before stopping. He keeps her balanced with a firm hand. “You know the tub can fit both of us, right?”

“The blood will taint the water.”

She leans in for a kiss before climbing fully in, her hand never letting go of his own. “We can wash in the river after.”

[landofadonises]

Álpheheimr - Analysis Overview of the Land of the Elves - Dissertation

Within the current lands of Adonis, the means of practicing religion and historical belief systems continue to vary based on personality and prior culture, but all of them anchor onto a similar concept, the most similar concept to our understanding being the Old Norse mythological system of Yggdrasil and its connected lands. There's an undercurrent of understanding amongst the people of Adonis that implies that the development of NG-AD0372 was almost meant to be, and that its creation was garnered from the very giants it now creates existing prior, just spreading the gift to more men and helping them become who they were meant to be from the beginning. This feeds into where it all began, and from unearthed documentation, epic poems, and tomes dating back thousands upon thousands of years, it seems that it might just be grounded in some form of reality.

These epics and tomes are filled with remarkably vivid imagery even prior to the exceptional restorative technology the nation of Adonis has at its disposal, and upon applying such things, these stories may as well be as common as a Marvel comic or holy scripture. The fantastical nature of these images and what they imply left people bewildered and breathless at first, but are now such a source of imaginative excitement, hoping that, somehow, these men will come to exist again as Alpha Dom infiltrates the fabric of humanity within Adonis, an ultimate return to form.

Yggdrasil's lands have come to represent somewhat-individualized belief systems in Adonis, even representing archetypes and personalities of individuals, much like the Zodiac. The first to address, with the largest following, from the devout to the casual, would be the land of Álpheheimr--the land of the elves.

One important distinction between the comparable Old Norse mythology structure and that of Adonis's is that there is no "Midgard"--the humans of this realm had their own individualities and characteristics but permeated nearly every sect of Yggdrasil, excluding the more exclusive sects such as Vanaheim and the near-uninhabitable zones like Niflheim and Jötunheimr. The sense of scale of these men is egregious--Jötunheimr has some of the least currently-discovered documentation but is noted to be the "Land of the Giants", while some elves within Álpheheimr seem to tower above others, seemingly ranging from 8, to 10, maybe even 15 feet tall or larger. How does this quantify a land of giants? What will scholars find?

Despite the vast amounts still to discover, due to Álpheheimr's essence representing a passive, kind path of life, "love thy neighbour"-adjacent, much has been discovered and unearthed about the tumult within this realm. There exist the normal álfr, of similar complexion to humans, which are the traditional visual of elves training, defending their towns, and living fruitful lives in general sanctity.

But intriguingly enough, it's as if the sun and moon that preside over these lands are like a lens, switching factions to a dormant state as another rises and takes over, as if three timelines exist simultaneously on the same thread--one of the aforementioned álfr, and that of the dökkálfar and the ljósálfar--dark elves and light elves. Between these lens switches between daylight, moonlight, and twilight, the foliage and greenery of the forests shifted and morphed into the respective faction's dominance, nightblooms and mullberries draping across the hills as the dökkálfar rose from underground, lilies of the valley and orchids blossoming from the dead bushes as the ljósálfar materialized from the skies, and once again returning to the daylilies and berry bushes ripe for picking as the álfr awoke. Conflict inevitably arose during these periods of change, and this is what justifies these immense elven statures and musculature. It was quickly discovered that it exists out of necessity, and consequentially, out of worship by those that it protects.

The dökkálfar were borderline demonic, ravaging the landscape as they sought out sustenance and dominance for the time they could reign, seeking comforts they could no longer achieve. Fallen from other echelons of álfr, the dökkálfar were stripped of the capability to experience certain sensations they yearned for--contentment, peace, love. The closest that could be achieved would be the humans that aligned themselves with their faction worshiping their forms and being there for them as trainees and confidants. The dökkálfar valued them greatly, as the sensation of tending to a lesser being was the closest they could get to feeling the pleasantness of caring for another being, and this dynamic allowed them to shift from beings of destruction to beings of self-preservation, only doing what they had to to continue feeling alive.

The ljósálfar were a somewhat mysterious and mischievous faction, and responsible for planting the majority of the lifeblood that fed into the land. Bountiful ambrosia seeping into the dirt, feeding their worshipers, spilling from the skies and coating their bodies during their time on the ground, was a sought-after source by the dökkálfar, who would drain the land and kill it if they could due to how it made them feel--specifically, the ability to fully feel again. This led to resentment from the ljósálfar as they sought to renew and invigorate the land with life. The mischief mentioned before lies in the way they interact with their worshipers, as while the dökkálfar will tend to their humans in a parental, guardian manner, the ljósálfar, in multiple instances, see them as devout playthings, toying with their emotions and desires and the inherent pull the ambrosia has on their psyche. The wondrous illusion of grandeur would always fade as vicious combat ensued once the dökkálfar were able to attain some of the golden liquids and fruits. It's a tragic sight to bear witness to as you see their consumption allow a smile to cross their lips, leaning in for a kiss with their humans, as the cycle continues to chase that feeling once again, to the point of bloodshed.

More analyses will be presented on how these factions came to be--whether the ljósálfar exist due to ascension of standard álfr, more explanation on the descent to madness of álfr to dökkálfar, and just how their societies interact within themselves and with others. There's a vast amount of imagery and depiction present for Álpheheimr.

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Nine Worlds of Yggdrasil Garden of Earthly Delights by Talon Abraxas

In ancient Norse mythology and cosmology, Yggdrasil is an immense tree that sprang forth in the primordial void of Ginnungagap, unifying the 9 worlds of Asgard, Álfheimr/Ljósálfheimr, Niðavellir/Svartálfaheimr, Midgard (Earth), Jötunheimr/Útgarðr, Vanaheim, Niflheim, Muspelheim & Hel.

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Loki finale speculation behind the Read More tag.

If Loki can control his timeslipping, I think he's going to go all the way back to the very beginning and make sure that Sylvie's branch has never pruned and she gets the life that was taken away from her. in fact he might go all the way back to the beginning and make sure no-one's branches ever get pruned.

Which on the one hand means that she will have never met him, but on the other she'll be happy. I think that's all he ever wanted for her. And he would still remember her, and all the things they learnt from one another.

I just keep thinking about what Miss Minutes said in the first season finale, what if she could wake up with a lifetime of happy memories. What if he could give that to her and it wouldn't be fiction?

He will likely give her the choice--the same choice he would give Mobius and Ouroboros and B15 and Casey and everyone else. He should give her the choice. But I think if he could right just one wrong, save one person from the TVA, he would want her to have the life she should have had. and maybe pop into her timeline now and then to see how she is from afar.

I just have this mental image of him showing up and his full asgardian leathers and sitting down next a little 8-year-old Loki and doing a little bit of magic like making fireworks appear, and telling her she can be anything--absolutely anything. she doesn't have to be the Queen of Asgard she doesn't have to be a Queen of Jötunheimr. She doesn't have to do a single thing she doesn't want to do. She can write her own story.

Part of me really wishes that Frigga would approach him because she knows him and doesn't know him because she is a witch raised by witches and sees more than with her eyes and he would have a chance to tell his mother that he loves her, and to thank her for believing in him.

But I think we would have heard if Rene Russo had shot something for Loki season 2.

[ailheim-art]

Jötunheimr Grima

[riekesart]

The Wild Blue Yonder chapters 8 + 9 are up on AO3!

The Wild Blue Yonder: A Loki Movie (55544 words) by Bottan Chapters: 9/10 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Norse Religion & Lore, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), Fárbauti (Norse Religion & Lore), Laufey (Marvel), Býleistr | Byleist (Norse Religion & Lore), Helblindi (Norse Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Jotunn Thor (Marvel), Action/Adventure, POV Loki (Marvel), Jötunheimr | Jotunheim, Brotherly Love, Less Brotherly Love, Fairy Tale Elements, Helheimr | Hel (Realm), Loki Has Issues (Marvel), Thor Has Issues (Marvel), Wilderness Survival, Hypothermia, Angry Thor (Marvel), Mono-gendered Frost Giants, Let's party like it's 2011, no beta we die like Loki: again and again and again, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Loki & Thor Bro Feels (Marvel), Loki Loves Thor (Marvel), Thor Loves Loki (Marvel), Pining, Politics Summary: After the botched coronation, Thor and his warriors land on Jötunheim – far away from the capital, far away from Laufey. So they march, and when they find Jötnar, they destroy them. But the bridge doesn’t open when they call for it, and Odin doesn’t rescue them from Laufey’s revenge. Fleeing, separated from their friends, Loki and Thor get hopelessly lost. And while Thor is dying of the cold, Loki is facing a truth nobody prepared him for. ** Or: The one where Thor gets cursed and turns into a Frost Giant. Updates Mondays.

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❄️⚡️🐍 • The ambassador of Jötunheimr gives his regards to the ambassador of Asgard • another piece to my Thorki AU project, Jotun Thor/Æsir Loki was suggested by @invisible-hand on Twitter 🫶