Gullveig : Friend Of Wicked Women
The Midgardian Accomplice
No ! To find the right way to gain vengeance against Odin, and Freyja too for teaching Valfather seidr, she needed to get to know these Midgardians better. And to learn from them she needed to walk amongst them. Gulleig thrust her hands up to the heavens and recited an ancient chant. As she did she drew into herself all the elemental power around her.
" I take the strength from the wind, lightning, and the raging storm,
Allow these Midgardian elemental powers around me to swarm,
In my magical hands these great forces, I feel both cold and warm,
Change me from a powerful Goddess, to a mere Midgardian form ! "
In a flash of light Gullveig transformed into a plain looking human woman in her late forties. With a snap of her fingers a mirror appeared in her other hand.
" Yes, yes ! This will do very nicely ! " she said out loud as she admired her disguise.
Standing in the shadows a Jarnvidjur witnessed the transformation. Impressed by the great power of the Goddess she emerged into the light and spoke to Gullveig.
" You are truly a powerful Goddess of Magic ! " the troll woman named Jarngerdr told Gullveig.
Gullveig smiled her yellow Midgardian teeth at Angrboda's friend.
" I have my moments ! " she replied with a chuckle.
Jarngerdr looked the transformed Goddess up and down studying her carefully.
" What will you call yourself ? " she asked.
" Oh ! A name. I will need a name ! " she suddenly realized.
" Well, you know these humans. What do you suggest ? " Gullveig asked.
Jarngerdr thought for a moment.
" Arinvi would be nice ! " she suggested.
Gullveig looked at her mirror one more time and smiled.
" Then Arinvi it will be ! " she replied.
Gullveig snapped her fingers and in a flash of light the mirror disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. The Seidr Goddess stroked her chin and looked at the troll woman for a moment before asking :
" I would like to be able to study as many of these Midgardians in their natural habitat as I possibly can. Do you know where they congregate ? " the Seidr Goddess asked.
Jarngerdr grinned mischievously at the Goddess.
" The best place to observe these humans would be at the market place in the middle of the village east of the Jarnvid. By midday there is usually a large gathering of Midgardians there. " she informed the Goddess.
Gullveig smiled at Jarngerdr and bowed.
" As a humble human being, I thank you ! " the Goddess told her with a giggle before she began to walk out of the forest towards the early morning sun.
" Good luck my dear ! " Jarngerdr shouted after the " human " Goddess.
Gullveig was not comfortable with walking. Back in Vanaheim no one walked more than a short distance. Why would they when all they had to do was transport themselves by the use of powerful magic. By the time the Queen of Seidr reached the outskirts of the village she was already quite tired of walking, and being a human !
At the edge of the village Gullveig watched as a group of men and women tilled a field, preparing it for the spring planting. She noted that they were all dirty and sweating from their hard labor. As she left these farmers behind she shook her head in disgust.
" What tedious lives these Midgardians live ! They have to work so hard for everything they need or want ! " she whispered to herself.
The village was full of activity. As she walked down the main street she saw a male human carrying firewood into his hut, while a woman further down the lane was pulling at her stubborn child's arm, who apparently was more interested in the bug that had landed on a horse cart than going with it's mother.
Gullveig stopped at a hut a little way down the road and watched as a blacksmith beat the curved edge of what appeared to be a scythe. After several hammerings and re - heatings, the smith placed the blade, which he held with tongs, into a barrel of cool water. Gullveig could not tell if it was the water, or the metal, that protested this action, and made the hissing steam that rose up to the ceiling of the hut. As the blacksmith let the blade cool he turned and noticed the woman standing in the entrance to his shop.
" Can I help you ma'am ? " the blacksmith asked gruffly.
The smith's question took her away from her fascination of his work, and brought her back to the reality of the moment.
" Oh !.... No !.... Thank you for asking though ! " she replied awkwardly before moving on.
Gullveig took note that the center of the village was laid out in a square and was much wider than the road that led to and from it. In the middle of this, ' square ', carts were lined up containing fruits, vegetables, fresh and dried fish, and meats and eggs. A few of the vendors that were intermingled in with the food carts seemed to be selling non - edible wares such as pots, cutlery, and domestic items such as blankets, and cloth.
Gullveig walked over to the first stand, which was full of vegetables, and watched as a transaction took place. The woman apparently was not happy with the price that the seller was asking for his tubers, which they called, " potatoes ". She felt that twelve of these potatoes were not worth the price of one bronze coin. She felt that she deserved more for her money and was demanding twenty of the tubers. The merchant then told the woman that because she was, " obviously a wise and frugal buyer ", he was willing to offer eighteen potatoes for the same bronze coin. After much back and forth negotiating they compromised on sixteen for the coin.
Gullveig shook her head and frowned.
" Why did the seller not simply offer her sixteen in the first place, and save himself and the buyer a lot of time and effort ? " she asked herself under her breath.
As Gullveig went from vendor to vendor she began to realize that this practice of what the Midgardians called " haggling " was mutually agreeable to both parties, and was in fact the way business was done here in the blue world.
" Silly humans ! " Gullveig whispered to herself with a chuckle.
It wasn't until the Goddess of Seidr came to a vendor near the end of the market place that she saw something that interested her. At this cart it was not the interaction between the buyer and seller that caught her attention, but the angry and hateful way the male and female buyers were speaking to each other. As she pretended to look over some of the vendor's pots and utensils, Gullveig listened very carefully to what they said.
" Look you stupid bitch ! " the male told the female angrily. " Just pick out a pot to replace the one that cracked ! "
The female gave the male, who was obviously her partner in marriage, an evil look before replying.
" None of these pots are as big as the cauldron I had over the fire. You remember that pot don't you ! The one I asked you to watch, and the one that you forgot about, and the one that cracked after all the liquid boiled away ! " she yelled back at him.
The man placed his hands on his hips and got right up in the female's face.
" Oh ! So this is all my fault ! I do not believe that I am to blame for this ! It was you who just had to leave in the middle of cooking dinner to go see some stupid blanket that your friend made ! " he screamed back in her face.
Gullveig and the merchant stared at the furious couple with wide eyes, and raised eyebrows, as the woman kicked her husband in the groin.
" You dragon's asshole ! I ask you to do one little thing for me, and you were too lazy to even do that ! All you had to do was either take the pot off the fire, or add more broth when it began to boil ! " she screamed back at him without shame.
It took the male a moment to get up from his kneeling position, but when he did he was full of anger. The man then struck his wife on the face with a wicked backhand that knocked her up against the cart before she collapsed onto the ground.
" You little Elf whore ! " he shouted before pausing to rub his groin again to relieve the pain.
" It was a mistake to marry a barren little bitch like you ! You are not very strong, you can't cook, can't farm, and can't even give me a child ! If it wasn't for what you have in between your legs you would be totally useless to me ! " he screamed for all to hear.
The woman looked up at her husband with narrowed angry eyes and tight pursed lips. She rubbed her reddened cheek before replying angrily.
" Well I hope you remember what it looks like, because you will never be visiting it again ! " she screamed hoarsly back at him.
The man laughed.
" I can get that from a hundred women ! " he told his wife before walking away.
With tears of frustration welling up in her eyes the woman whispered loudly :
" I wish that all men were dead ! "
Gullveig, who had been listening intently to their interaction, grinned from ear to ear as she offered the woman her hand to help the woman off of the ground.
" My name is Arinvi ! " Gullveig said as the woman steadied herself with her hand.
The female, who was small in stature, had to look up at the woman who had helped her up.
" My name is Mjaðveig ! " she replied.
Gullveig was still grinning as she gently rubbed Mjaðveig's bruised cheek.
" Would you really like to take revenge on all men ? " Arinvi / Gullveig asked.
Mjaðveig shook her head out of sheer frustration before answering.
" I am a head shorter than most women ! How could I possibly take revenge on men ? " she asked.
Arinvi held the woman's hand and smiled.
" Come with me and I will show you. " she told the distraught woman.
When the woman named Mjaðveig did not resist, and came along with her willingly, Gullveig knew that she had found her Midgard accomplice.
- End Chapter 2
- Next : Chapter 3 : An Evil Plan
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.