Mythological ficlet: Maintenance
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narcasse317 words. Greek and Norse gods may well exist in parallel.
Maintenance
Disclaimer: All gods doubtless belong to themselves.
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There are many gods in existence, some more sociable than others and it is the generally held opinion that Heimdall is one of the most unsociable.
Eris suspects otherwise.
Heimdall never sleeps, never rests but simply waits for the end of all time. His tower is desolate and silent, bounded by a dark, tempestuous sea. Few gods venture there to the place where he sits, ever waiting which is why Eris suspects something might easily be amiss. Nobody has seen Heimdall for eons to prove that all he really does is sit still after all.
The tower is probably empty, the great throne vacant. His great sword and horn probably left there, waiting on a thick fur cloak spread out over his throne for their master’s return. Not that Eris can verity any of this: the path to the tower is treacherous even for ancient and resourceful gods.
In the end Eris forgets about the notion since there is no chance to prove or disprove it. Instead Discord walks the winding path down through the blasted earth to Hephaestus’ forge to engage in some familiar teasing.
At the forge, by all discordian luck and trivia, Hephaestus has company: a man who stands too tall to be a man at all with skin as white as the underbelly of a fish and about him a quiet, a stillness as if of a guardian who never sleeps. He speaks with Hephaestus in indistinct tones and receives for his trouble a rune-worked sword that looks perhaps as if it has merely been mended because it is as old as the gods themselves.
When he leaves he brushes by Eris who hears in that moment the very sounds of the grass growing, of the slow shifting of ancient stone. Behind him the visitor leaves Hephaestus looking particularly enraptured and Eris laughs because even Wisdom herself never possessed so fine a weapon.
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Heimdall is of course the famed Norse god who once had a computer game steal his name. He is the ‘whitest of gods’ and is one of the few figures to which the appellation that he doesn’t sleep: he waits actually applies.
Maintenance
Disclaimer: All gods doubtless belong to themselves.
++++++++++
There are many gods in existence, some more sociable than others and it is the generally held opinion that Heimdall is one of the most unsociable.
Eris suspects otherwise.
Heimdall never sleeps, never rests but simply waits for the end of all time. His tower is desolate and silent, bounded by a dark, tempestuous sea. Few gods venture there to the place where he sits, ever waiting which is why Eris suspects something might easily be amiss. Nobody has seen Heimdall for eons to prove that all he really does is sit still after all.
The tower is probably empty, the great throne vacant. His great sword and horn probably left there, waiting on a thick fur cloak spread out over his throne for their master’s return. Not that Eris can verity any of this: the path to the tower is treacherous even for ancient and resourceful gods.
In the end Eris forgets about the notion since there is no chance to prove or disprove it. Instead Discord walks the winding path down through the blasted earth to Hephaestus’ forge to engage in some familiar teasing.
At the forge, by all discordian luck and trivia, Hephaestus has company: a man who stands too tall to be a man at all with skin as white as the underbelly of a fish and about him a quiet, a stillness as if of a guardian who never sleeps. He speaks with Hephaestus in indistinct tones and receives for his trouble a rune-worked sword that looks perhaps as if it has merely been mended because it is as old as the gods themselves.
When he leaves he brushes by Eris who hears in that moment the very sounds of the grass growing, of the slow shifting of ancient stone. Behind him the visitor leaves Hephaestus looking particularly enraptured and Eris laughs because even Wisdom herself never possessed so fine a weapon.
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Heimdall is of course the famed Norse god who once had a computer game steal his name. He is the ‘whitest of gods’ and is one of the few figures to which the appellation that he doesn’t sleep: he waits actually applies.
