elodieunderglass:

cwicseolfor:

edderkopper:

On the names of Odin

In Grímnismál, Odin states, “Never a single name have I had since first I fared among men.” And indeed, we have a very large number that are attested, as well as many that have no doubt been lost to time.

One of the more well known heiti is Hrafnaguð, the Raven God. In turn, his blood brother Loki is called Gammleið, “the vulture’s path.”

Because of Odin’s connection with ravens as well as his role of selecting those slain on the battlefield for an afterlife in Valhalla, I propose that it is feasible, perhaps even likely, for Odin to have been named “the raven’s path” by viking age skalds.

Another notable name is the one commonly used for him: Odin. The word it most likely derives from, óðr, is usually associated with ritual ecstasy and battle frenzy, but it could potentially extend to other forms of “madness.” For example, of his twin ravens, Huginn and Muninn, traditionally translated as “thought” and “memory”, Odin states, “I fear more for Muninn.” He embodies anxiety about not only the temporary abandonment of ritual or battle, but also a more permanent loss of history and self.

One final aspect of Odin that his heiti point to but is rarely explored is his connection to the night and blackness. He is Fjölnir, concealer, Herblindi, blinder of hosts, and Tvíblindi, twice blind. He is Grímnir, the hooded one. He presides over Yule, the longest night. Ravens are so closely associated with their color that the word is used as a synonym for black. And according to folklore, he notably rides forth with his forces, known today as the Wild Hunt only between sunset and dawn.

So basically, it’s 100% lore compliant to say that Odin is Ebony Darkness Demtia Raven Way.

I can’t believe you did this and am utterly torn between impotent fury and seizing hilarity. Wow. Wow.

why have the multiply-cursed, shabby, jackal-laughing PACK of you CONSPIRED to put this in front of my eyeballs so many times that I was FORCED TO READ IT TO THE END.

I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

WELL PLAYED

So Odin spoke to me twice back in May and then disappeared entirely. He was very stern and held the mantle of lord. I thought for the better part of the time since then that he has been angry with me but then TONIGHT I realized the old man has been FUCKING WITH ME. I CAN HEAR HIS LAUGHTER.

systlin:

grayhawke:

systlin:

He does this ALL the FUCKING time. 

He’s a wanderer. He’ll wander. He can’t not. It’s an itch in his feet and a longing in his heart; it runs counter to all he is, to remain in one place for long. 

But he always turns back up. And then laughs as you’re doing a rune draw to see “What the hell man did I do something wrong?” 

“LULZ NOPE YOUR’RE COOL I HAD SHIT GOING ON.”

“…You could have dropped a message…”

“BUT THIS IS WAY FUNNIER. AND ALSO THIS WAY, YOU LEARN TO STAND ON YOUR OWN.” 

Or you ask for knowledge or help with a spell, and he gives it to you. Then you’re dealing with the aftermath and:

Me: Odin, please show me the way out of this mess

Odin: … can u chill tho

Me: come on please

Odin: No

Me: P L E A S E

Odin: I could help, but honestly you did this to yourself and, consider: what if instead we cracked open a cold one and sat together in stoic silence, mourning your life choices.

Me: … ok fine.

Like he’s the epitome of “If you teach a man to fish, he’ll never go hungry. But if you sic a sharknado on a man, he’ll come out of it with a decent handle on fishing AND be able to best anything that comes after him in the future.”

YEP THAT SUMS IT UP PERFECTLY