Gullveig : Friend Of Wicked Women
A Cloudy Solution
Freyja and Njord changed themselves back into God form before heading into the Jarnvid to find the roots and mosses that they needed to make a potion to counter the evil elixir that Mjaðveig and Arinvi had been peddling to the local inhabitants. Njord was hoping that within these ' Iron Woods ' there was a small stand of white ash trees. The bark from this tree was one of the main ingredients in their magical potion, and without it the spell might not be strong enough to reverse the effects of the first elixir.
Freyja did not mind helping to collect the moss and wild herbs from the forest, but she draw a line in the sand when it came to kneeling in the dirt and digging up roots out of the ground. And she was not afraid to tell her father so !
" Father I am simply not dressed for such a dreadful endeavor ! " the Goddess explained to her father.
Njord shook his head in bewilderment over his daughter's great vanity. He recalled a rumor that had been circulating throughout Vanaheim for years which said that the Vanir were only able to breach the great wall of Asgard, during the Aesir - Vanir War, because an Asgardian tore Freyja's dress during the battle angering her. Though untrue, ( Freyja wore armor at the time ), it did show that those who knew Freyja understood that she took her femininity, and her vanity, to extreme limits.
Njord gave his daughter a weak smile.
" I will dig up the roots, if you will search the forest for a white ash tree. " he told her.
Freyja smiled as she always did when she got her way.
" I will accept those terms. " she replied.
Freyja looked around and realized that from the forest floor it would be a long and arduous task to find a specific tree species among the dozens growing all around her. From the air, however, she was sure that she could cover a much larger area in a fraction of the time. And the air of course was clean and fresh, while the forest floor where she now stood was damp, and smelled of decaying leaf matter.
Freyja reached out her hands and pulled in the energy that this bleak world had to offer. Every elemental power was drawn to her, as well as the earth' s magnetic field, which she could feel being generated from the spinning liquid iron core at it's center. Suddenly, in a great flash of light, the Vanir Goddess transformed herself into a beautiful white dove.
With wings to propel her Freyja flew high above the forest canopy looking for the distinctive leaves of the white ash tree. Whether in the form of a winged creature, or wearing her falcon wings, the Vanir Goddess loved the freedom and sheer joy that flight afforded one who was normally land bound. In fact Freyja was enjoying herself so much that she was actually a little disappointed when she spotted the familiar shape of the ash tree leaves gently fluttering in the breeze below.
After circling the stand of trees Freyja dipped one of her wings and started for the forest floor. A quick flap of her wings allowed her to land softly on the ground a few short feet away from the trunk of the ash tree for which her father had sent her in search of. For a moment she remained perfectly still, for she could feel the piercing eyes of a predator upon her. Just as the animal was about to pounce Freyja shape changed, in a great flash of light, back into Goddess form.
Freyja giggled as the little red fox, startled by her sudden appearance, scurried away back into the shadows of the forest.
" You are not as sly as a Goddess my little friend ! " she yelled at the fleeing little predator.
Njord had a fire burning hot under a large cauldron by the time Freyja returned with the white ash bark that he needed to finish his magical broth. After adding the bark to his boiling mixture Njord turned to his daughter and whispered softly.
" I feel the presence of another ! We are being watched by a being approximately one hundred yards to our west ! " he told his daughter.
" Yes ! I feel her too. It is not a human father, but a troll woman ! " she informed him.
" Shall we see what she wants ? " he asked with a grin.
" I believe that we should father ! "
Njord quickly spun around, and utilizing the strength of a great wind that he instantly conjured, the Vanir God directed the tornado force gust of air at the tree that the troll woman was standing behind. The tree rocked to the side for a moment before cracking in two and falling over. To the Gods amusement a stocky little troll woman came screaming out from the opposite direction that the tree had fallen. When the woman realized she was safe from the falling tree she stopped and looked around. In her excitement the troll woman had not realized that she was now standing only feet away from the two visitors to the Jarnvid forest of which she had been watching only moments before.
"And who might you be when you are not spying on others ? " Njord asked.
The troll woman raised her bushy eyebrows, and then involuntarily gasped in horror.
" You,.... you,.... are Gods ! " she replied in a flustered tone.
" Why do Gods keep coming to the Jarnvid ? " she asked herself out loud.
Freyja conjured a ball of pure energy and let it sparkle menacingly close to the troll woman's face.
" Answer our question first ! " the Goddess demanded.
Terrified by the glowing mass poised to destroy her the troll woman bowed slightly as she answered.
" I am Jarngerdr, .... I live here in the Jarnvid. " she told the Gods.
Njord reached over and lowered his daughter's hand. Realizing that her father wanted to speak to this woman without threatening her, Freyja let the force she was holding together with her mind dissipate. When it flickered out like a candle in the wind Njord stood before the little troll woman and smiled.
" Now ! I believe you asked why do Gods,..... plural, .... keep coming to the Jarnvid. Who was the other God who visited the Iron Forest ? " Njord asked pleasantly.
The troll woman moved in closer and whispered the answer to the God and Goddess as though it were a closely guarded secret.
" Twas not a God at all, but the Goddess Gullveig ! " she told them.
Njord and Freyja glanced over at one another and rolled their eyes.
Freyja shook her head in disgust as she spoke.
" I knew that Gullveig was angry with us for making peace with the Asgardians, but why would she take it out on the Midgardians ? " she asked her father.
Jarngerdr boldly strode forward and answered for Njord.
" They are the All - Father's children ! And through them she is going to punish the Lord of Asgard ! " she told Freyja with a smile.
Freyja gave the troll woman a wicked stare before speaking once again to her father.
" We must stop her father. She must not be allowed to punish innocent humans to satisfy her urge for revenge against Odin and the Vanir . " she explained.
Njord nodded in agreement.
" But first we must reverse the spell she has cast upon these simple people. " he reminded his daughter.
Njord turned back to the cauldron and stirred the magical mixture several times before adding :
" Have you thought of a way to make sure that every human receives a least a small dose of our love potion ? " he asked his daughter.
Freyja ran her fingers through her hair, and then twirled the ends playfully, before answering.
" Freyr will deliver the spell for us father ! " she told her father happily.
Njord frowned at his confident daughter.
" And how will your brother accomplish such an immense task ? " he asked.
Freyja smiled from ear to ear, showing off her perfect white teeth.
" Rain father ! Your son will make it rain. " she explained.
Freyja then narrowed her eyes at the troll woman, and pointed to the dark forest behind the clearing.
" Are you still here ? " she asked not expecting an answer.
" Leave ! Leave now while you still can ! " the Goddess demanded.
The troll woman did not dawdle ! She lifted up her tattered dress and ran away as fast as her little legs would take her !
As dusk fell over the region a light shone in the sky from out of the north. Much like a shooting star it streaked across the heavens. The Midgardians, at least the one's who could still stand each other's presence, debated as to whether this was a good omen or a bad one. But to the God and Goddess who awaited the source of that light it was a welcome sight.
Freyr rode Gullinbursti into the center of the forest where his father and sister were waiting for him in a clearing. Behind the God, a second boar, Hlidisvini followed obediently. Freyr did not bother to dismount, but instead sat upon the great gold bristled boar and yelled to Freyja and Njord.
" Are we ready to spread a little love in this blue world ? " he asked cheerful as ever.
Njord answered first.
" The potion is ready to seed the clouds, and if you can bring the rain to fall upon Midgard, then I believe we will be successful in reversing what Gullveig has done. " he explained to his son.
" Freyr will cause the skies to open up, and the rain to fall ! I guarantee it !! " she told her father confidently.
" Then we should begin. " he replied.
Freyja mounted Hlidisvini backward, while Njord sat facing forward. In between them they placed the large cauldron which Njord held firmly in place with his strong hands. Freyja held onto the great boar with one hand, while in the other she held a branch with the leaves still in place to sprinkle the potion into the clouds.
Freyja and Njord rode through the skies ahead of Freyr seeding the clouds with their potion. Freyr then followed casting spells that darkened the clouds with so much moisture that they could no longer contain the load and water fell in the form of raindrops throughout northern Midgard. And contained in each drop that hit the earth was the love potion that the Vanir Gods had formulated.
The drizzling rain covered every piece of edible food growing in the fields, and upon the vines and trees as well. It came to be mixed into every spring, lake and well used by the Midgardians. But the first to feel the effects of the potion were those humans who were caught out in the rain. Their anger was instantly washed away by the God's cleansing shower of love, and they were once again at peace with themselves and their neighbors.
Mjaðveig and Gullveig were traveling in their elixir laden cart, near the border with the land of the Swedes, when a light drizzle began to fall.
" Should we stop for the night ? " Mjaðveig asked.
" YOU BITCH ! " Gullveig suddenly screamed.
Mjaðveig was terrified by the reaction of the Goddess to her question ! She dropped the reins and was about to jump off of the cart when she noticed that Gullveig's anger seemed to have passed. Realizing that her outburst had terrified her human accomplice Gullveig quickly explained .
" There is no reason to go on. The Vanir Gods have used their magic against me ! The rain that is now falling contains the antidote to my hate potion. "
Then after a deep sigh she continued.
" You should go back to the village that we just passed. What is about to happen is not for a human to see ! " she told the scared woman.
Mjaðveig did not argue. The moment Gullveig stepped off of the cart she reined the horse around and quickly headed back the way she had come.
" Run away little human ! For the Gods are about to fight with a great power that you could never imagine even in your wildest fantasies ! " Gullveig whispered to herself.
- End Chapter 8
- Next : Chapter 9 : The Confrontation !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.