Logi : The Ruler Of Fire
The Spark Of Life
The Giants came from Jotunheim and Muspellheim, and one Jotun even came from Asgard. Aegir, Logi's brother, left his watery domain to be present at the birth of his niece or nephew, while Kári, Logi's other brother, blew into Jotunheim on a cold north wind that he himself had created. Farbauti, the Lord of the Frost Giants, rode in on a huge white wolf from his frozen realm, to the warmer, and to him much more uncomfortable green mountainous region of Jotunheim, to be present at such a momentous occasion. His son Loki also came, though he seemed much less enthusiastic as did the other Jotuns.
Skaði, the daughter of the slain Giant Þjazi, left her father's homestead in Thrymheim to see the miracle of the birth of a Fire Giant. Despite the harsh feelings she had been shown by her brother and sister Jotuns, since being accepted as one of the Aesir, she did not want to miss such a rare occasion, and happily trekked through the mountainous regions of Jotunheim with her wolf companion Swift - Runner to reach the home of Logi and Glöð.
Even the greatest of Fire giants Surtr put away his " Fire Twig ", ( Blazing Sword ) , and left the protection of Muspellheim to others, to come to Jotunheim to witness the birth of Glöð's second child. Logi's father Fornjótr knew that Surtr's arrival marked this as a very special occasion, for the guardian of the Fire Realm did not like the cool climate of the Jotun mountains, preferring the sweltering heat of his homeland instead.
While everyone waited impatiently for the birth ritual to begin they ate, drank, played games, and spoke angry words against both the humans and the Gods who protected them. Farbauti had the harshest words for the Gods, while Loki constantly commented on how the Midgardians, and Thor in particular, stood in the way of the Jotuns having more living space. Loki saw the God of Thunder, and his mother Jord, as nuisances and expendable in their overall plan of recolonizing Midgard. Loki argued that Earth, as it was sometimes called, was the perfect environment for Jotuns. The great deserts and volcanic islands were perfect for the Fire Giants, while the Mountain Jotuns could find many areas throughout this " Blue " world to make their new homes. And the chilling climate at the North and South poles of Midgard was especially favorable for the Frost Giants to inhabit.
As the time of the birth began to draw near Logi went out into the forest and gathered up small twigs from every type of tree in the forest. These he stacked over a pile of dried leaves and other brush in the center of a small ravine. While the Jotuns gathered on the rocks above, Skaði, with the help of Snaer's children Fonn, Drifa, and Mjoll, carried the laboring Glöð into the ravine. After making her comfortable on a bed of firewood they climbed up onto the rocks to escape the terrible heat that the soon to be mother would generate in her attempt to give birth.
At first her belly glowed blue intermittently. After what seemed like well over an hour or so her womb began to radiate red hot, and then slowly it reached a state of white heat. Everyone cheered as Glöð began to moan and struggle to push out the life that burned within her. And when she raised her huge flaming belly high into the air on outstretched legs and arms everyone became totally silent.
As Glöð's flames began to lick the sides of the ravine the Frost Giants retreated to a safer distance. Their places along the rock wall were quickly taken up by the Fire Giants who basked in the heat and the light that the mother was radiating outward. Everyone who could stand the flames stood or sat with eyes wide open, for they knew that the moment had finally arrived.
Glöð began to scream, not in pain, but out of sheer ecstasy, as the fire within her built to a crescendo. And when she could no longer hold the burning seed of life within her she let it go in an explosion of sparks and burning embers. The Jotuns above involuntarily gasped at the intensity of the birth process. Some looked away, but most had their eyes glued on the pile of dried material that Logi had so lovingly stacked. Each spark and ember that hit the kindling material brought the crowds' attention to a peak, and each one that died out made them cry out with disappointment.
Logi's duty to his wife was not as a passive spectator. Each spark and ember that showed promise made the Lord of Fire get down on his hands and knees and begin blowing gently on the area hoping that his breath of life would allow it to catch. After several moments of unproductive fertility Logi began to frantically crawl around the bedding material puffing at any spark hoping that life would catch hold. He knew that his wife could not continue to radiate such heat indefinitely, and Logi began to fear that Glöð's pregnancy would end in a failure. His body began to cool when he considered the humiliation and shame he would face from the other Jotuns if the birth did not happen.
Just when Logi felt that all was lost Glöð pushed out a huge ember that floated over to the woodpile. A loud gasp reverberated through the ravine as it made its way towards the dried material beneath. And when it landed in a pile of dried grass and leaves at the edge of the wood everyone held their collective breaths to see what happened next.
Logi carefully and lovingly cupped his hands around the ember and gently blew on the kindling material. This time the ember did not fade and burn out, but instead grew even redder and hotter. When Logi saw the puff of smoke rise up from the material he knew that this was the moment of life. One last breath from Logi made the grass catch and burst into flame, and in that instant their child was born ! As it slowly began to consume its first meal of pine and elm Logi shouted to the stunned crowd above.
" Its a girl !!! " he revealed to everyone with a crackle of pride in his voice.
As those gathered above cheered their approval Logi yelled over to his glowing, but exhausted wife.
" What shall we name her ? " he asked.
Everyone became hushed once again as they awaited her answer. Despite already knowing the name she wanted to give to her daughter, Glöð wanted to bask in the moment, and made everyone wait. When she felt that the moment had built to a climax she yelled back to her husband.
" Eysa ! We will call her Eysa ! " she told her husband.
Those who had come to witness the spark of life, that had issued their daughter into the world, cheered loudly. As they reigned down their best wishes upon him cinder tears welled up in Logi's eyes. The new father of the beautiful sparkling baby placed his hand over the flame that flickered in the wood pile. As she consumed her first meal he smiled.
" Eat up Eysa and you will soon be strong enough to play with your sister Eimyra ! " he told her lovingly.
- End Chapter 1
- Next : Chapter 2 : Loki Strikes Again !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.