walhalla

sol ◉ norse ◉ the divine, animating force of the sun " and we're only several miles from the sun. "

[medievalthymes]

moodboard: sól 

↦ norse goddess of the sun

[ofsolxandspirit-blog]

littlemxnticore:

— “We are?” Yoo-Geol frowns in confusion, not quite understanding what role a telephone would play in this scenario. Do they punch in the numbers of the things they want to order and wait for the person on the other end to accept? But then his frown melts away when the pretty lady kindly offers to help him figure out this whole take-out thing. “I would! The numbers confuse me. What do you do when you want all of it?”

   “Er, yes?” Sol hesitated, squinting at the menu and finally, after a few long seconds, pinpointing the neatly typed number — placed in the upper left corner of the menu — with an ah-ha! smile. “To order, please call 1-702-237-6823 or visit hibiscus.com,” she read aloud, then looked at the boy, smile still in place. “I don’t exactly know what hibiscus.com means, but I can, at the very least, dial this number they’ve left us with.” 

From her front, jean pocket, she pulled a flip phone — an older model the nice man at the general and miscellaneous dollar store sold her and, flipping it open, punched in the number. “Ah, yes! Hello! I’m calling in a take-out order for Mushroom Bolognese over Spaghetti Squash ... My name? Why in the gods do you need to know ... ?Oh. Oh. Okay! It’s Sol, and I’m standing in your establishment even as we speak ... Takk skal du ha,” she concluded with a relieved laugh, ending the call with a secondary flip. “And I’m not sure.” She furrowed her brows, mulling over the question in her mind. “... Do you intend to eat everything on the menu? That would take ... weeks, wouldn’t it?”

[ofsolxandspirit-blog]

goddessxthetis:

   ▎ “Then you most definitely should!” thetis enthused, inwardly laughing at herself for taking on the role of city guide and pointing tourists in the direction of entertainment venues. but considering how beautiful the performances are, she just can’t seem to help herself. “There will be — from three to eight, there’s a show every half hour. Rather brilliant planning on the inventor’s part; this assures everyone has the chance to see their magnificent creation in action.” 

  ▎ she was thinking about making her way back over to the fountains so that she could watch another show — but sharing the experience with another person, even a stranger, sounded fun too. “Would you like to go?”

   “Your enthusiasm is quite infectious,” Sol responded with a seriousness that couldn’t be faked even if she’d wanted to. Mani had often complained about her somberness, claiming she needed to lighten up some. But while that kind of behavior came easy for her brother, it didn’t so much for her. “I didn’t realize there were so many shows.” 

But more shows meant more opportunities to see it — a bonus for her. “I would very much like to go ... Is it rude of me to ask you if you’re willing to accompany me? I am a stranger, after all.”

[ofsolxandspirit-blog]

flamesandwells:

Brighid had learned quickly enough to keep her head down once she started to wondering around the more residential areas. There wasn’t a lot going around in them anyways. She tended to wander down those ways when the glare of the city started to just be too much. But the normal noises of the street she tended to ignore. She heard the woman shooing something, presumably an animal. But she paused, feeling a bit bad, perhaps more so for the animal. “If dogs are anything, they are hopeful.” She tried to smile at the woman, nudging the dog. Sheep and cows were where her real talents were, but she could always manage to help a dog or two around farms. She gave him a sharp whistle, the noise scaring the poor thing off, hopefully to find a restaurant getting rid of food. “So, are you more of a cat person?”

   Gratitude welling at the sight of the animal’s back as it made a mad dash in a direction far away from her, Sol shifted her attention to the one directly responsible for assisting her, even if she’d done it more for the dog’s sake than her own. “My past experiences say otherwise — but thank you,” she hastily added, not wanting to offend the woman. There was a high possibility she firmly believed in the good nature of canines. It seemed likely, since she’d called them hopeful. “And no, I don’t consider myself a cat person — although I’ve never had any issues with them in the past.” 

Bad experiences often soured a person’s perception of things, including animals.

[ofsolxandspirit-blog]

potniaxtheron:

The night was where she thrived, her affinity for the moon filling her with such beautiful, glorious energy whenever she permitted its light to shine on her. 

Since it used to be her domain, she found that she exhibited far more energy during the night than she did when the sun was out and about. And that very energy was urging her to take an evening stroll - who was she to ignore such urges? So with a spring in her step and a soft smile on her lips, Artemis took to the sidewalk like wheels would to the street, leisure of pace - a set pace that led her past the stoop of a blonde woman who appeared to be in trouble of sorts. Smile faltering, the goddess slowed to a stop, gaze shifting to the Czechoslovakian wolfdog - a relatively rare breed - taking up most of the space on the bottom step - a big, beautiful boy he was - before finding its way back to the obviously nervous woman.

“It’s okay,” she hastened to assure her, leaning down to scratch the animal behind his ears, laughing at his playful antics when he suddenly rolled over onto his side and whined up at her, begging for more. “See? No harm done. He just wanted some attention.” Using a gentle tone to put the woman at ease, Artemis gave the dog one last pat before straightening. “But if you’d like, I could take him off your hands.”

   Caught slightly off guard by the sudden arrival of another woman — she’d been too busy trying with all her might to not only slip into panic mode but to convince the animal that he would have better luck camping out on her neighbor’s stoop — Sol glanced up in helpless silence, a plea in her eyes. It wasn’t that she didn’t like dogs, but every time she espied anything canine, that old rush of fear would suddenly hit her, making it hard to breathe. She supposed this was what you would call a true phobia — she’d researched the subject online after she’d overheard someone mention it, thinking the likeness to her own issue was uncanny. 

“It’s not okay,” she muttered, gaze dropping to the dog just as he rolled over onto his back, tongue hanging out of his quivering mouth as the stranger continued to lavish him with loving attention. “I could never do that.” If she tried, with her luck and past track record, he would have probably tried to bite her hand off.

But when she made the offer to take him off her hands, Sol unconsciously leaned forward, fidgeting with a loose strand of blonde hair. “You wouldn’t mind?”

[ofsolxandspirit-blog]

    Not exactly what you would call a nocturnal person, Sol nonetheless found it difficult to sleep at night as of late, her concern for her brother too distracting and overwhelming. She’d even taken to sitting on the bottom step of her front stoop every evening, gazing up at that beautiful, round globe in the dark sky — it reminded her of Mani. 

And this night was no different. 

Well, not entirely different if you discounted the presence of the stray dog currently laying on her designated moon-gazing spot. 

“Shoo,” she hastily said, nervously making a shooing away motion with her hands as she glanced down either side of the sidewalk, hoping to catch someone’s  — anyone's — eye. “Go away ... please. I don’t have any food.” But even if she did, she wouldn’t give him anything — because, if there was one animal she feared being around, it was a dog ... or rather, anything of the canine persuasion, her fear a result of the numerous years she spent fleeing from Hati. 

[goddessxthetis]

   ▎ “Have you ever had the pleasure of bearing witness to the choreographed water show put on by the Fountains of Bellagio?”

   ▎ “I stumbled upon it by accident last night, and I must say — beautiful performance.”

[ofsolxandspirit-blog]

    “I can’t say that I have.” An absent frown forming on her lips at the thought of missing something that so many others found beautiful and spectacular — the ringing endorsements this choreographed water show earned on a nightly basis was simply amazing; she herself would’ve remained completely in the dark about it if she hadn’t happened to overhear a group of young mortals chattering excitedly about it three nights ago — Sol turned her full attention to the woman, the bright blue of her eyes alight with curiosity. “Do you know if the show is scheduled to happen tonight?”

[littlemxnticore-blog]

— “How’s the whole take-out thing supposed to work?” He asks the person standing closest to him, fingers clenched around the laminated edge of the menu as he squints at the small lettering printed across the bottom of it. “They say it’s easy and convenient and I just want to know how it works so I can experience this easiness and convenience too.”

[ofsolxandspirit-blog]

     “An excellent question,” Sol muttered to herself, fumbling with the menu as she too tried to work out how one went about the confusing process of ordering takeout. “I believe we’re meant to place our orders over the telephone? But I suppose doing so at the restaurant would expedite matters.” She offered the boy — he didn’t look old enough to be called anything other than a boy —  a gentle, but hesitant, smile then. “Would you like some help? Surely, between the two of us, we’ll be able to figure out how it’s supposed to work.”

[fat-walda]

MYTHOLOGY MEME: [1/9] non-greek gods/goddesses

SÓL - In Norse and Germanic mythology, Sól (Old Norse for “Sun”) is, as her name suggests, the sun personified. Sól and her brother Máni (“Moon”), are the divine animating forces of the sun and the moon, respectively. When they first emerged as the cosmos was being created, they didn’t know what their powers were or what their role was in the new world. Then the gods met together and created the different parts of the day and year and the phases of the moon so that Sól and Máni would know where they fit into the great scheme of things. Sól rides through the sky on a horse-drawn chariot. It is foretold that Sól will be killed by the monstrous Fenris wolf during the events of Ragnarök.

[calliestephanides]

In both the Poetic Edda and the Prose Edda she is described as the sister of the personified moon, Máni, is the daughter of Mundilfari, is at times referred to as Álfröðull, and is foretold to be killed by a monstrous wolf during the events of Ragnarök, though beforehand she will have given birth to a daughter who continues her mother’s course through the heavens.