A preview into the Untold Tales of Loki.
The
Beginning to the last End
1.
The Ifing River, a
grand river with a width of more than a hundred men’s width, and the depth of
fifty more, with its gushing water separates the two lands between towering
Giants with the Aesir. The Giants lived in the land named Jotunheim; of rocks,
and dense forest covered with snow year round. Its frosty weather does not
permit any farming for the fertile lands were taken by the towering trees which
reached to the skies for its nutrients. Its harsh conditions could not
sustained many inhabitants except for the large and towering Frost Giants whose
numbers are smaller but with their large frames, they carved their own land
there.
It was a tough life as
a Giant, with the larger appetite, and fierce tempers, they ventured many a
time across the river. Despite its surging currents, the Giants would soon land
on the other side, in which they pillage and plunder the rich farming lands for
food and also for taste of the wild creatures. It was on one such occasion,
that Laufey the Striker as he was nicknamed, took to venture across the river
for food. He was with his own son, Helbindi and Blyestir, both of sturdy built
with some added passing seasons to their frame. They had harassed the older
Giant, to take them across the river where they were told that the food was
aplenty and the raids could yield greater rewards. The older Giant after much
persuasion agreed to take them there, but he gave them a list of instruction on how to conduct
themselves.
“Bind yourself well, my
sons.” Laufey advised his young sons while he tighten up the armor on his
chest. “Be firm with your weapons. The Aesir may be smaller than you, but they
are a formidable foe on any day.”
“Aye, Father.” Blyestir
lauded out. “I hold on me, the battle axe that would remove their head with
ease.”
The older Giant looked
to his younger son, who had just survived over the last season after a bout of
fever and coughs. The young Giant resembled him when he was that young; brazen
and foolish. He had given the young lad, his old armor which consisted of the
leather chest plate, and the greaves for the limbs. The young lad carried the
battle axe that was once his mother’s who was unwell with her third child then.
“Father, Blyestir know
nothing about fighting.” That was Helbindi, the eldest son of the Frost Giant.
“He had been living at mother’s side for too long.”
Laufey laughed out loud
at his eldest son words. He liked the young lad, he looked like his mother, and
inherit the bad characteristics of the mother. Chiding the younger one was one
of hers’. Helbindi was dressed like his brother, but he carried the broadsword
as his weapon. Laufey had adjusted his leather chest plate, then moved to the
wrist greaves. He knew from his battle experiences that a good armor could make
a difference in the fight. He was to put on his waist belt, which held his
mallet when he saw another Frost Giant approaching. It was his friend, Saulek;
the one who was his partner for many of his hunts. He saw the other although
dressed in the hunting garbs but he was decorated with the battle colors on his
face.
“Saulek, what’s with
the war colors? Are we in any fight at the borders?” Laufey asked. The Giants
have been fighting the Aesir for generations, despite the on an off attempts to
end the battles.
“”Laufey, it’s the
Aesir. They have crossed the river once more.” Saulek spoke out in between
breaths of air. “They are assembling at the Helmings Valley. They would fight
the Aesir there.”
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