Odin, Ruler of Asgard (harbard) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2013-03-20 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~odin, ~philotes |
Just Another Pretty Face? (Kalmar, Smaland, Sweden 1123 AD) [tag: Lottie]
It was almost time.
Odin had spent a great deal of time in the area, reminding people of the old ways. More importantly, of the old gods. Perhaps Bragi would have been the better choice, but Odin had wanted to handle this on his own. The lower classes, those closest connected to the earth and simpler ways, had been easy. The nobility took a little more effort, but it paid off. The province had officially denounced the new Christian religion. New, to Odin's mind, at least, and in the overall scheme of things.
But Sigurd Magnusson had heard. Sigurd, son of Magnus the Third and King of Norway, had different views, and had gained himself a few new names to prove it. Sigurd the Crusader, first of the European kings to join the Crusades. Along with that came another new name- Sigurd Jorsalaferi, translated as "traveler to Jerusalem". Unfortunately, the king had returned to his homeland and had heard of the province's rejection of the religion.
It had reached Odin's ear that Sigurd was on his way, in the name of the Church, to return them to the "true faith", by force if necessary. This was a war Odin knew could not be won by his spear, but by words. Which meant it was almost time to leave. Odin would not be here when Sigurd and his troops arrived. But he had a few days left, to enjoy the town and to cement his values and virtues as best as he could before Sigurd arrived.
To that end, Odin was in the gathering area in one of the inns, enjoying a mug and speaking of his past glories. Of course, he wasn't letting on it was actually him he was talking about. No one had any reason to even suspect who he was, for he'd changed his appearance to a far younger man for the occasion. Even Frigg, had she come upon him just then, would not have recognized him on looks alone.
"And Odin, in his great wisdom, shared what he had learned during his sacrifice with the peoples of Midgard, our world."
As he took a drink, his eyebrow raised and he tipped his head. Odin had been given a delightful view of a woman's backside as she bent over, apparently retrieving something she had dropped, prompting the god let out a vulgar whistle.