#alfodir

[jeffreystewart]

Happy Thorsday - Alfodir (Odin)

Well here we are another Thor’s Day and another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic, sometimes Celtic) mythological characters.  This week it’s Alfodir. Odin the All Father, as the Father to all the Norse gods, Jotun and Man. 

Fathers’day he must get quite a lot of cards.  Followed by a nice Odinsleep in a hammock.

[gulldrengur]

   @alfodir      “Daddy, daddy.” golden curls bounce         as he runs towards his father with        the biggest smile in his little face. 

[mctherdeath]

@alfodir

asgard is everything that helheimr is not. asgard is gold and shine and full of life — children laughing, the sounds of haggling in the markets, the guards’ armor clinking, idle conversations. it is sun and warmth and the smell of the sea, it is goodness and light. and helheimr is dark and grim, where the dead outnumber the living — can the queen even be considered living? it is a night sky void of stars, the smell of funeral flowers and freshly turned dirt, cold air and bitter wind.

but odin’s throne, now there is something precious. and the dread queen hela looked right at home there, draped elegantly and irreverently over the carved mass of it, black painted along her body, her cape verdant and full. the guards in odin’s hall were pinned to the wall by massive skeleton soldiers, long-since dead men of odin’s army that had not proven worthy for valhalla. she hummed a song her mother used to sing her, to lull her to sleep.

waiting, waiting for the all-father.

[diem]

                              WISDOM BEGINS IN WONDER. 

                              ( ODINN AND IDUNN OF NORSE MYTHOLOGY)   🡕  👥    

[goldpatched-blog]

"The King is displeased." - (twin things? twin things)

@alfodir

Gaze lazily travels to look at his brother. “When is the King NOT displeased?” He countered, lounging back in his seat as a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “He always appears to be in some MOOD these days, wouldn’t you agree?”

[bxthory-blog]

@alfodir !

          ❛  what happened to us?  ❜  THERE’S a certain expression of despair across perfectly painted features,   a hand placing against the BACK of the chair that her HUSBAND is seated on.  spare hand finds his shoulder  &  she gives it an encouraging squeeze  -  mostly because she doesn’t want to feel like the nag she OFTEN is.    ❛  we were so happy.   what ruined that for us?   ❜