💙18 - Skuggi ok Ljós [Runes of Wyrd]🤍

In the pic, from top to bottom Odin - The Allfather, one-eyed god of wisdom, ravens, and fate. Hel - Loki’s daughter, half-living goddess ruling Helheim’s shadowed dead. Album : https://suno.com/playlist/d3b85d17-41e5-4f6c-bfbc-4086191ed19e 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 While the ships slowly left the shores of Skalvheim, heavy with silence and duty, other voices stirred far beyond the reach of men. Where neither wind nor sea could carry echoes, where even time seemed to hesitate, the gods themselves were weaving their designs. In Helheim, a dense and suffocating darkness clung to the land of the dead. No flame burned there, no dawn ever came, only the slow drift of forgotten souls, murmuring in a cold that never relented. Upon her throne of shadow and bone, Hel watched over her realm with an unblinking gaze as a familiar figure emerged from the gloom, as though the darkness itself had shaped him. Loki. A crooked smile rested on his lips, as comforting as a blade pressed gently against the throat. “Do you have news of the hunt, father?” Hel asked, her voice echoing like a distant funeral bell, reverberating through the hollow expanse. Loki tilted his head, almost amused, as though the question itself entertained him. “Your brother did what he had to... before that dear Odin decided to chain him like a beast.” His tone carried a mocking softness. “Since the fall of the Bifröst... my sight is, shall we say, less... divine.” A faint crackling echoed through the air as Hel rose from her throne, the very ground reacting to her presence. “You told me your eyes were everywhere.” Loki’s grin widened, unbothered. “Oh, they still are. I see men... greedy, fragile... clinging to their gods like children in the dark.” His eyes flickered with mischief. “Though I must admit... devotion is not equally shared. You were never quite their favorite.” Silence fell, heavy and suffocating. “And you believe their sacrifices belong to you?” Hel replied coldly. “You are nothing but a lie feeding on their fear.” Loki gave a careless shrug, though something sharper hid beneath it. “What matters... is freeing my son.” “Then kill Odin,” Hel answered without hesitation, her voice cutting through the void. “But without chaos... you will fail.” For a brief moment, Loki’s expression hardened. He stepped closer, his presence tightening the air like a coiled serpent. “Chaos does not need permission,” he murmured. “With or without the bridge between worlds, it will come. Heimdall himself said it would take him a hundred and fifty years to rebuild the Bifröst.” Hel turned her gaze toward the endless abyss of her kingdom, where the dead drifted in silent expectation. “I would rather not wait that long...” Far from those suffocating shadows, in Asgard, upon the serene heights of Lyfjaberg, the mountain of healing, a soft, golden light bathed the ancient stones. The air was pure, almost untouched, carrying a stillness that felt sacred rather than empty. A place where pain was eased... and yet where even the gods could not escape consequence. Eir stood at the edge of the mountain, her gaze lost in the distant horizons of the worlds below, when Odin appeared beside her, silent, as if he had always been there. “My dear Eir...” he said calmly, though his voice carried the weight of ages. “You know how much I value you. But you also know you were not meant to interfere in Midgard.” Eir inclined her head, not in submission, but in acknowledgment, like one who accepts the burden of her own choice. “All-Father... I expected your visit. I know the risks... but I could not let my son die that way.” A faint wind passed between them, stirring the fabric of her garments as Odin studied her with a gaze that had seen the rise and fall of worlds. “Such an intervention may bring consequences beyond your intent.” “But the runes...” she began softly, almost pleading. He raised his hand, not harshly, but firmly enough to silence the thought before it took shape. “The runes are not a remedy to be used at will. They shape fate itself. When I turned to them... it was to restrain the destiny of Fenrir. The balance had to be broken... to delay a greater collapse.” Eir’s eyes lowered, though her resolve did not fade. “And now... our bond with men is severed. We can no longer guide them as we once did.” “I know,” Odin replied, more quietly now. “And I regret it more than you think. But another intervention... another ripple... could awaken what still sleeps.” “Jörmungandr... the world-serpent,” Eir whispered, her voice barely more than breath. Odin nodded. The name alone seemed to weigh upon the air. “Then what are we to do?” she asked, turning back toward him, searching not for authority, but for hope. Odin slowly seated himself upon the stone, as though even he required a moment to bear the weight of what was to come. “We preserve the balance. For now... I am holding Sköll at bay.” Eir’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Fenrir’s son... the one who hunts Sól.” “The very same. He seeks to reach Midgard, to fulfill what he was made for.” A pause followed, heavier this time. “And Hati...” Eir added more cautiously, “still runs his own path... chasing Máni, god of the moon.” Odin’s expression darkened, just enough to betray concern. “And he remains unseen. That troubles me more than Sköll. Loki already moves in the shadows, weaving threads we cannot yet see. I need time... and the balance is already fragile.” Eir clasped her hands together, the faintest tremor passing through her fingers. “Then how do we reach the humans... without waking the serpent?” Silence settled between them, not empty, but full of consequence. Then, slowly, Odin allowed himself the faintest of smiles. “There is a way... but it will not be ours to reveal.” A soft wind rose across Lyfjaberg, carrying something unseen... something waiting. For even delayed... the war of the gods had never been closer. 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 💙🤍 ASGARD 🤍💙 Ljós rennr hægt Vindr talar lágt Eir sér sárin djúp Óðinn gengr með forna visku sína Örlög hvísla hægt Hjarta slær í ró Ljós... ljós lifir enn Eir syngr... líf í blóð Óðinn... heldr jafnvægi Ljós... ljós deyr ei 💙🤍 HELHEIM 🤍💙 Skuggi ... Skuggi étur ljós! Hel sér dauða allt Loki hvíslar hægt Fjötrar syngja um fall heimsins sjálfs Blóð kallar dýpt Sálir gráta hér Skuggi... skuggi rís nú Hel kallar... blóð og bein Loki hlær... örlög brotna Skuggi... tekur allt [Loki] þú finnur kuldann... [Hel] í beinum þér... [Loki] ...ég sé þig... brotna hægt... [Hel] dauðinn andar... [Loki] ...bak við þig... kom... kom til mín... 💙🤍 ASGARD 🤍💙 Ljós... ljós lifir enn Eir syngr... líf í blóð Óðinn... heldr jafnvægi Ljós... ljós deyr ei Ljós... ljós lifir enn Eir syngr... líf í blóð Óðinn... heldr jafnvægi (hey... andar!) Ljós deyr ei Ljós... ljós lifir enn Eir syngr... líf í blóð (ó... líf!) Óðinn... heldr jafnvægi (hey... andar!) Ljós deyr ei Ljós... ljós lifir enn.... Óðinn... heldr jafnvægi Ljós deyr ei