Baldr

Stories tagged Baldr:

• The Story of the God Hermod Aug 9, 2025

  

  The hall of Gladsheim had never known such sorrow. Where once laughter echoed from the golden rafters and the sound of joyful feasting filled the air, now silence hung heavy as morning mist over a battlefield. Baldr the Bright, most beloved of all the gods, lay dead by blind Hodr’s unknowing hand, guided by Loki’s cruel trick.

  Frigg wept tears that seemed to hold all the grief of mothers since the world began. Odin sat silent on his high throne, his ravens Huginn and Muninn perched motionless on his shoulders, their usual whispered news forgotten in the face of this greatest loss.

• The Story of the God Hodr Aug 9, 2025

  

  The sun had a way of making Baldr glow, not as a flame does, but as a lily on water—quiet, effortless, bright. In Asgard, where laughter and feasts were common, Baldr’s smile was the warmest. His brother Hodr loved that smile dearly, though he had never seen it.

  Hodr was born without sight. Yet he knew the shape of the world through sound and touch: the whisper of ravens’ wings, the copper breath of the hearth, the cool braids of the wind. When the gods tossed their spears and hurled their stones at Baldr to prove that nothing could harm him, Hodr stood apart, listening to the clatter and cheer.

• The Story of the God Vali Aug 9, 2025

  

  The hall of Asgard lay heavy with sorrow. No harp sang, no cup rang, and even the wind that ran along the golden roof was quiet, as if it too had come to mourn. For Baldr the Bright, gentle and fair, had fallen.

  “Who will lift this grief?” whispered Frigg, her hands trembling like leaves in a summer rain.

  Odin All-Father did not answer. His one eye, bright with wisdom and weary with years, gazed far beyond the silver horizon of Asgard. He had ridden Sleipnir to the ends of the Nine Realms and asked after fate; he had hung on the world-tree for runes; he knew what must be done, though the path was thorned.

• The Story of the Goddess Frigg Aug 6, 2025

  

  In the golden halls of Asgard, where the light never dimmed and the air itself seemed touched with divine grace, there dwelt the most beloved of all the goddesses—Frigg, wife of Odin All-Father and queen of the Æsir. Her presence brought warmth and stability to the realm of the gods, and her wisdom in matters of home, family, and the deep mysteries of fate made her counsel sought by gods and mortals alike.

• The Story of the God Forseti Aug 5, 2025

  

  Among all the gods of Asgard, none was more revered for his fairness and wisdom in matters of law than Forseti, son of the shining god Baldr and grandson of Odin All-Father. His very name meant “presiding one” or “president,” and from the moment of his birth, it was clear that he possessed a gift for bringing peace to even the most bitter disputes.

  Forseti’s hall, Glitnir, was perhaps the most magnificent structure in all of Asgard after Gladsheim itself. Built entirely of gold and silver, with pillars that caught and reflected light from all the Nine Realms, the hall served as the supreme court of divine justice. But what made Glitnir truly special was not its material splendor—it was the roof, constructed from pure silver and supported by golden pillars, under which no falsehood could be spoken and no unjust judgment could stand.