Týr : The God Of War
The Truth Be Told
After the second war, between the Jotuns and the Gods, Týr was seen as a great champion by the Rock Jotuns, despite his obvious role in their defeat. The Elders issued a decree of forgiveness and invited him to return to his homeland anytime that he wished. The Frost Giants, however, wanted the Jotun-God to be brought back to their frozen land to be tried as a traitor to his people. A bounty was quickly placed on his head by Farbauti, but Týr's importance soon faded as a new nemesis arose to plague the Frost Giants. His name, of course, was Thor !
Odin doubted that his son would take up the Rock Jotun's generous offer to return any time soon, but he was certain that eventually he would feel the urge to see his mother and father once again. Therefore the All-Father decided it was time to disguise himself as the wanderer and once again visit Hvítrbrún as soon as possible.
Thanks to his blood brother Loki, who ironically was the son of his enemy Farbauti, the Lord of Asgard now had a horse worthy of a God. With eight legs, and the ability to fly, this magnificent animal was capable of making the trip to Jotunheim in a small fraction of the time it had previously taken.
Along the way Odin stopped at Thrymheim, located in the land of the Woodland Jotuns, to visit Skadhi at her mountain hall. He went out of his way to thank the one some called the, 'Ski Goddess', for all her help in defeating the Frost Giants and their allies. The wife of the God Njordr, along with Ullr, had held off repeated Jotun counterattacks with their incredible archery skills, which allowed the Gods to regroup and renew their attacks. Skadhi, as was her way, nodded her appreciation, but did not gloat over what she had done to help the Aesir and their Vanir ally. As Odin waved goodbye to Skadhi he could not help but think that she was every inch a warrior as any male.
Odin reined Sleipnir down to a slow trot as he entered the skies above Hymir's mountain abode. His eye searched through the early morning mist for a familiar sight. He scanned the valley below to the left, but saw nothing. Then Odin circled Sleipnir to the right, and there he caught sight of a beautiful white skinned female picking frost berries in the dull light of the Jotun's star.
For a moment he stopped Sleipner and watched Hvítrbrún as she gathered food for the evening dinner. Though he never truly loved Hvítrbrún, he could not help but have a rush of emotion come over him as she daintily picked another berry from the resilient bush. Gently Odin reined his horse over and descended to the frost forest at the edge of the valley. Once Sleipnir was hidden within the woods Odin dismounted and quietly approached Hymir's mistress.
Hvítrbrún was not a Rock Jotun, but she was always prepared to defend herself no matter the circumstance. With her left hand she continued to pick berries, while she let her right hand slip down to her waist. When she felt the cold tusk handle of her knife against her skin she wrapped her fingers around it, and paused for a moment to listen again. When she heard the gentle crunching sound of permafrost being stepped on behind her, she pulled out the knife, turned and thrust it at the intruder who was trying to sneak up on her.
Hvítrbrún's arm moved only a few feet before something hit her in the chest and stopped her arm dead in its track. As she looked down she saw the top of a walking staff pressing up against her chest in between her ample breasts. With angry narrowed eyes she looked up to see who dared to attack her.
The moment Hvítrbrún glimpsed the perfect face, the curly blonde hair, and braided beard, she relaxed and placed her knife back into the belt at her waist. After the stranger removed the staff from her chest, she gave him a sarcastic stare.
" I always knew that you would one day come back for the cauldron. " she stated coldly.
Odin smiled warmly at the fair maiden despite her angry stare.
" I have not come because I wish to brew ale. What I wish to discuss with you is a matter of much greater importance ! " he assured her.
" Was our one night really that important to you ? " she asked.
Odin continued to smile despite her mean tone.
" It was not that one night that had meaning, but the consequences of our love that has changed the future of both Asgard and Jotunheim. " he told her.
Hvítrbrún laughed bitterly.
" Love ! Some might very well call it rape ! " she shot back angrily.
Odin reluctantly grinned and nodded his head thoughtfully up and down.
" I would prefer to call it the art of seduction. " he replied without a sense of apology.
Hvítrbrún placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
" I am sure that you would prefer that terminology over the truth ! " she replied, reprimanding him for what she considered a selfish lie.
Odin took a deep breath before continuing.
" The, 'truth', is that you and I have a son. " he told her in a harsher tone.
" Did you really think that I did not know that Týr was your son ! He is much shorter, paler skinned, and has not even half the hair of a Rock Jotun ! Of course i knew he was your son,............., Odin ! " she replied with a wicked little grin upon her face.
Odin's eyebrows shot up into his forehead in shock over Hvítrbrún's revelation.
" I did not know that you knew ! My disguises have never failed to deceive in the past ! " he told her.
Hvítrbrún smiled as she pulled the knife out of her belt again.
" If you had been only a simple wanderer wanting to steal Hymir's kettle I would have plunged this into your heart. " she told him as she jabbed the knife in his direction.
" I believe you ! I am worried, however, that Hymir and Brunniþoka may find out that Týr is my son and try to injure or possibly kill him. " he warned Hvítrbrún.
Hvítrbrún carefully placed the knife back under her belt, and like the sun rising over a mountain, a gentle smile rose up on the white maiden's face.
" They will never find out ! That I promise you ! I am very proud to be the mother of a God, and I assure you, great Odin of Asgard, that he will always be most welcome in the house of Hymir ! " she explained.
Odin walked over to Hvítrbrún and kissed her gently on the forehead.
" I thank you for you kindness,......, and for giving me a son as wonderful as Týr : The God of War ! " he told her before turning and walking back towards the frost woods.
Before he reached the treeline he heard Hvítrbrún call to him.
" Odin ! I will never allow you to take the ale kettle,...., but I might let our son borrow it ! " she shouted to the Lord of Asgard.
Odin chuckled and waved back to her. When he reached Sleipnir he stroked the great horse's neck. The Lord of Asgard shook his head from side ot side as he grinned from ear to ear.
" One day I might just get that kettle after all ! " he whispered into Sleipnir's ear.
- The End
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