These are the untold tales of my epic tale (as yet unfinished), Distortions In Time. To understand these stories in FULL, you may want to start there. Still, they may be enjoyable as standalones and I hope you like them. As thanks for reviewing, this story was sent to reviewers who reviewed chapter 20 and onward of my fic. Chapter 40 and onward will get a second piece I'm working on at present. If you wish to be one of the number who gets the side story ahead of time, review on Distortions In Time~

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers. Marvel owns it. I do not get paid for this piece of work. Sadly, but understandably. LOL.

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Author's Note: This tale fits in around the time that Loki was known as the Vaetki and was living in the Gothahus as a very young child. I really wanted to write this story to show the humanity (as it were) of the Jotunn and how their mode of life is as sociable and civilized (in a sense) as ours is... if sometimes cruel and harsh. Glossary for words are on the bottom.

Note on Jotunn culture: Sires are the "mothers" of the Jotunn. Inheritance and the like are passed from "mother" to child. I use the term "mother" loosely because that is the Jotunn who actually births the baby. The Jotunn are, in fact, neither male nor female in my story. XD

Characters: Byleistr, Helblindi, Laufey, Farbauti

Distortions In Time: The Untold Tales

Side Story One:
Lessons From Stone

[...the skies of Jotunheim are empty...]

[...but this morning is stirred...]

[...can you hear it?...]

"'Blindi!"

A pause. An indistinguishable sound – somewhere between a moan and a grunt of protest. Scuffling. Then, another tug. Another shove.

"'Blindi! 'Blindi! It is time!"

Helblindi, Crown Prince of Jotunheim, First Son of Farbauti Orkalsson, groaned as he turned in his bed of snow and found a softer spot, pulling his thick fur blanket up over his head.

"'Blindi!" The light voice was exasperated now. "Wake up! WAKE UP!"

Without warning, his blanket was torn away and hands, colder than usual, uncomfortably laid hold of his feet. Growling, the young Jotunn sat up and kicked away at his would-be attacker, striking blindly – before realizing that it was in fact a rather hurt looking Byleistr, who had fallen back and was now nursing an arm and trying to suppress tears. Helblindi sighed.

"Bylla," he rolled his eyes. "What did I tell you about waking me up – you need to be smarter than just grabbing me by the feet!"
"The last time I shook you awake by your shoulders, you hit me in the face – with your fist!" The younger Jotunn protested, giving Helblindi a wounded look. "And you have fists like rocks! Everyone says so. I know so!"
"Sorry," Helblindi grumbled petulantly. "I can not help being strong."
"You always say that..."
"Because it is reality. I will always be older. I will always be smarter and stronger."
"Father says you should know better," pouted Byleistr.

The older brother threw his fur blanket aside. It had been sewn by Farbauti himself – the first fur blanket for his first child – a grey and black monstrosity, Father had called it – the finest wolf-hide sewn with the worst stitches. Farbauti had blushed deep purple-blue then and shook his head in embarrassment.

"As if your sewing skills were any better!" he had chuckled.
"Father sewed a blanket too?" Byleistr had asked with his usual curiosity. "For whom?"
"No one," Laufey had said quickly. "No one. Come, eat your fish."

Helblindi knew better than to pursue the subject. His Father's voice had been warning enough – and considering the War and everything, it would be no surprise if accidents such as an early miscarriage happened. Such was the hard life allotted to the Jotunn race. So he said nothing and ate his fish and forgot.

Now, he looked at the blanket and remembered. Remembered the day he first saw Byleistr wrapped in the finest cloth Jotunheim could offer for its second Prince – and saw the blanket in the chest which would eventually be given to his brother – white and grey and with better stitching. Byleistr still slept beneath it every night – and his bed was still a carefully carved jarnvithr cot – for his skin had not yet begun to toughen, nor was there any sign of molting to be seen on his head which still held the usual dark curls passed down from Laufey. Helbindi's hair had been smooth and straight at first, like Farbauti's, but now it was shorn close to his head in preparation for molting. Molting and Budding and eventually becoming a full-fledged adult. Like all Jotunn younglings, the Crown Prince looked forward to the day with excitement... and trepidation. Soon, I will put my blanket away, or give it to one in need, he thought, but not today.

Not today.

Today, Helblindi recalled, is the day I had promised to take Byleistr hunting. A few youths at the Court had been laughing at the young Prince about the fact that he had not yet shown any interest in pursuing the more physical activities demanded of growing Jotunn younglings. While Helblindi privately agreed that his younger brother was as annoying as a jarnvithr splinter in his foot – and at the best of time was an aggravating know-it-all – disrespecting the King's son could not be tolerated. After the boys had learned their lesson thanks to Helblindi's hard fists, the older brother had taken his younger sibling aside and talked to him.

"Things will go better with you if you make at least an attempt."
"But – but – whenever I wish to join you, you tell me to run off and read my books – you called me a baby and said you did not wish me to sl-slow you down," Byleistr had managed to work out between barely stifled sobs.
"Well," Helblindi had said. Then paused and glared at the sky before answering the gentle accusation. "Well... so I did. Bylla. I am sorry... and it is true that I do not wish you to join us in all activities. For you are small – still – and less inclined to – well – you know you are clumsy."
"As are you!"
"Yes, but I have less chance of being mauled by a wolf – or – or trampled by a jarnkottr than you are."
"Oh."
"Hm. Still, there is something we could do."
"What is that?" Byleistr had looked up at his brother, red eyes wide and hopeful.
"We could take a small trip to the top of Tveir-Tindr and find us a wolf to hunt down and slay and bring back as your trophy."
"Is that not... dishonourable – to say I slew a wolf and you did it for me?"
"No – no – you would slay it yourself. Then, then, we would show it to the others – as proof that one day, you will be an groa-thurs."

Byleistr had grown excited at the prospect and had extracted a promised date from his older brother. And today is that day, sighed Helblindi, wishing he had found his bed sooner the evening before. How did I forget?

"Well? Well?" Byleistr sat up, forgetting the growing bruise on his arm. "Are we to go – or..." He paused with horrified realization. His high voice wavered. "Or not?"
"We will go," sighed Helblindi scrubbing his face with an unsteady hand. "Go to your room and get your cloak and your pack ready. Meet me at the back gate in half an hour's span."
"I am ready." Byleistr rose to his feet and patted at his best leather kilt proudly.
"Hardly. You know what will happen," Helblindi rose to his feet and loomed over his much shorter brother. "You will get halfway up and complain of the cold. To your room! Get your cloak. Do as I say. And quickly! Else Tutor Rokavi will be here and keeping us busy all day."

Those were the magic words – and within minutes, Byleistr was gone, his feet barely making a sound on the well-swept, beautifully carved marble floors of the Royal estate found in Gastropnir. It was a large place – with gilded black, grey, blue and white stone, traditionally lined with the linear, gigantic sculpting of long ago. On the far side of the small palace, an equally glorious Hall stood in which his Father, Laufey-King presided. Helblindi dreamed of the day he could stand at his Father's side and take part in the Council meetings. Until then, the young Crown Prince knew he would have to work hard to prove his worth to Laufey-King – prove his responsibility, wit, strategy and abilities.

But not today, Helblindi thought grimly as he quickly bathed himself in the cold spring which had been channeled throughout the house, double-checked his pack for supplies, grabbed his two favourite bow and arrows and triple-checked the skies from his balcony. Today, is the day Byleistr begins the path to Jotunhood. To groa-thurs.

-0-0-0-

It was easy to slip away from the Palace and then the quiet, still mostly sleeping city of Gastropnir, mainly because the two young Jotunn knew the habits, the practices and the routines of the daily lives of the commoners and could easily navigate the emptiest and quickest routes to the West Gate. Out the West Gate they slipped, knowing that the night before Guard Ikuo had no doubt spent too long hours throwing dice and drinking and was no doubt, head on his fists, sleeping at his post. He was – just outside the gate and to the right. Tiptoeing past, the two Princes left the road almost immediately and made their way with great speed across the fair-sized ice-fields found to the west of the city.

Gastropnir was fairly prosperous town, cradled by the Grarfjall mountains. When the hated Aesir had come through taking the main road to Utgard, they had burned part of Gastropnir down and had destroyed many buildings and large swaths of blakkrgrass and other herb fields found around it. Restoration had taken time and resources – neither of which the Jotun had in plenty – and yet, somehow, they had banded together and found a way. Farbauti, having taken his sons to Dagaheim, never saw the full extent of the destruction, and the two boys barely remembered the Great War – but they lived with the effects of it everyday.

Helblindi, at least, could recall the days when his parents went out to war, when his Sire had returned wounded once, and another time his Father had taken to lying down for long periods of time with some illness. Farbauti had shaken his head over the extensive use of the Kero Fornvetr – and had drawn his eldest son away from the flickering blue box. The Casket, Helblindi shivered. It disappeared that day – with the Aesir. And neither they or nor it has returned. Yet, we are still here. Gastropnir is still here... and beyond...

He shifted uneasily at the thought – and decided to focus on Byleistr instead. Young Byleistr who trotted at his side, pack on his back, looking determined. Helblindi smiled. This would be a day to remember for the both of them.

-0-0-0-

At first, the day went by rather uneventfully. Reaching the edge of a sparse jarnvithr forest which clung to the lower reaches of the mountains, Helblindi and Byleistr took a short break and, opening Byleistr's pack which he had carefully packed with food, partook of a light breakfast of fish and black bread. Then they picked their way through empty bracken, amidst an eerily silent forest and made their way to the main path which would take them up the Tveir-Tindr mountain, so named for its peculiar double peak. Like the mountain range it belonged to, Tveir-Tindr was home to the grarulfr – grey wolves who held the western portion of the Innaheim within their thrall.

Here, no wildlife stirred – hidden from the sight of the intruding Jotunn and grarulfr alike. But then, Byleistr thought as he trudged behind his brother up the rocky path, glad that he had pulled on his hardy leather and jarnvithr-soled boots. But then, Father says most of the land is too quiet these days...

Pushing away a lock of black hair which had fallen in front of his eyes for the tenth time, Byleistr made a mental note to ask his Sire if he could get his hair cut again. Maybe I can get Mother - I mean, Sire, to let me cut it as short as Helblindi. I would look more adult then, he grimaced as they passed yet another tree bearing the marks of grarulfr claws. A sure sign of marking territory. He will not allow you though... Mother – Sire – says you look fine with longer hair. Byleistr sighed.

Looking about the unnervingly quiet forest, Byleistr shivered. Rarely did he leave the confines of the city, more happy to remain within its safe walls – and even better, within the safe walls of the Royal Library, reading books about lands with green plants and flying birds and vicious dragons and fair-haired children. This is a different world, he mused, and it does not feel happy to see us at all. Which isn't surprising... The young Prince added philosophically. Jotunheim does not feel happy in general – if Father is right... and the people are struggling to even find food, much less money... and Tutor Rokavi says that the Heart of the Realm is gone and the land is dying... Not that Father would agree. And 'Blindi says I mustn't ask him about it.

Byleistr sighed. The world was a confusing place, and with more time spent within it, the young Jotunn had a feeling that things would not get clearer.

"'Blindi," he said, feeling that things were too quiet by half.
"Hm."
"When will we get there?"
"You are asking me that already?"
"Well," huffed the younger Jotunn. "It is a fair question. We have been walking a fair amount-"
"Bylla! The sun has hardly risen to the mid-day position! We will get to the top just in time for lunch – given that we do not find a trail to follow. Remember, this is not about reaching the top. It is about finding a wolf's hide to bring home."
"Right. I remember."

Byleistr glared at 'Blindi's back and wished that his brother was not so right all the time. He sighed. And followed his brother as they wandered this way and that up the small mountain.

-0-0-0-

Despite his younger brother's assurances that he was just fine with walking all day, Helblindi knew that Byleistr had a limit. He is used to reading and sitting about and enjoying the comfort of fire and warm blankets and Sire's tender care, Helblindi reminded himself when he found himself wanting to snap at the lagging energy of Byleistr. Still young. Still... soft.

Helblindi chuckled to himself softly then. I sound like Father.

"What?"
"Never you mind," Helblindi shook his head, brushing off Byleistr's inquiry.
"Are you laughing at me?" Red eyes scowled up at him. A pout was forming.
"No, Bylla," he sighed. "It is not all about you, you know."
"I did not say it was – nor did I insinuate that it was."
"Truly? It sounded like it."
"That is because you have moss in your ears."
"Moss?"
"Moss. It is a green growing thing. In Vanaheim. And Asgard."
"Moss," Helblindi had to chuckle again, his rumble grating like small stones. One day, it would turn deeper. One day. Soon. "Moss."
"Now you are laughing at me."
"Who speaks of things that do not exist?"
"They exist!"
"In Vanaheim and Asgard!"
"And they exist!"
"But not in Jotunheim."
"Just because it does not grow in Jotunheim, does not mean it does not exist."
"True, but if it has no place in Jotunheim, it is no concern of ours."
"'It is thinking such as that," Byleistr sniffed, "that leads to close-minded, short-term thinking which will send Jotunheim to an early grave.'"
"You are quoting Councillor Dukla! You know what Father thinks of him."
"I am not!"

But he was. Nothing more was said for a long time – and so, when Helblindi caught sight of a trail – he felt relieved. Motioning to Byleistr to tread even more softly, Helblindi crept forward, bent almost double, his sharp eyes catching the unmistakable signs of bent blargras and tunglblom.

"What is it?" Byleistr asked in a breathless whisper.
"Size of a wolf," he replied in kind, "and injured... or there might be more than one. And new by at least two days, judging by the cleanness of the print. We must proceed with caution."

With that, the two continued onward – and followed through the snow and trees, around boulders, over crevices and small hills, up a small mountain spur and down into a dale. A good time passed until they reached it – a cozy depression in the ground, a large rotten jarnvithr with a hole in the middle – and an obvious tunnel reaching underground. A wolf's den – but the wolves were gone and before it, a small pack of wolf pups tumbled over each other, worrying at the meat of a snaerharra while two mothers looked on.

Byleistr slid down by Helblindi and peered in. For a moment, the two of them looked on – and after a while, Helblindi glanced down at his brother's face. This is going to be a problem, he thought, as he caught sight of Byleistr's face – a mass of excitement and sadness and a growing look of shame. When smaller, sadder red eyes finally found the courage to meet larger, harder ones, the short youngling shook his head and then looked off into the forest mutely. With a sigh, tapping his brother on his shoulder and jerking his head, Helblindi soundlessly rose and backed away until the two were a good ways away, keeping carefully downwind from the wolves' den.

"Tell me what you thinking," Helblindi said, folding his arms and looking down at Byleistr. "Be honest."
"I do not... I did not..."
"Say it."
"I do not wish to kill a wolf pup... it-it-it would only make me a laughing-stock at any rate."
"We could take one of the mothers."
"No!" Byleistr said vehemently and then both of his hands rose, covering his traitorous lips below horrified eyes which had widened at the realization that his true feelings had slipped out. "I mean-"
"Well, at least you are honest."
"Yet, now I am truly what they say... a coward..."
"Hm. During any other season, on any other day, perhaps," Helblindi agreed thoughtfully. "Yet our Sire said that to cherish life is no weakness at all."

Byleistr's head rose hopefully at Helblindi's conversational tone.

"So we will not kill the wolf today?"
"The mothers? No. Hm. It is perhaps only right to tell you that it would be frowned upon at any rate. You see, this is the season for pups to be raised by their clans – and killing mothers is discouraged. For this season, at any rate. Only to ensure the continued survival of the wolves, you understand – a husbanding as it were of one of Jotunheim's remaining animals."
"I see," Byleistr replied gravely – and with obvious relief. "Then... another day we can return?"
"Certainly. We will get you a fine father – or brother – wolf to slay and return with."
"That is a promise?"
"A promise."
"Then... what now?"
"Well," Helblindi scratched his stubbled scalp. Then, he grinned, "We still have time. There is the rest of the mountain to climb. A better goal for you, I think, my lazy young scholar."
"I am not lazy! And scholars are not lazy!"
"True, but you are lazy – even if scholars are not – come, let us continue upwards from here. We have a mountain peak to conquer if nothing else."

And so they did.

-0-0-0-

On the westward peak they chose to climb, there was only enough room to sit and eat more of their packed food – ice berries, dried fish and eel, more black bread and a gelatin Farbauti was fond of sampling. It was also Byleistr's favourite. As he polished off the last of it, the young Jotunn looked about.

To his right lay mountains, beyond which he knew stretched forest – the Mykryr Forest he had travelled through when he was a babe, carried on Farbauti's back when they moved from Dagaheim to Gastropnir. Behind him, was the wide spaces of the heart of Innaheim: the plains and hills which surrounded the city he currently called home – and beyond, split by the roads which stretched east-wet, flat plains of grass and other cultivated fields of destitute farmers. Much, much further, there was Griotunagardar hard by the spacious fish-filled Gnottvatn Lake, just before the Kaldrfjall Mountains. To his left, was more of the same and far, far beyond, if he strained his eyes, Byleistr could imagine that he saw the banks of the wide-flowing Holdra River.

Tutor Rokavi had told him that the stories said it had been carved during a magickal battle between two Jotunn mages. So great was their magic, he said, it split the very land of Jotunheim and like a scar that healed and brought something new, water sprang up as an everlasting testament to their abilities. To have such magick, Byleistr thought of his own scant abilities, would be a gift and a burden at the same time.

Turning his eyes away from the mark of greatness, the youngling eyed what lay before him – a vista of mountains – the Grarfjall. Below them, they could see the main road winding westward.

"The road leading to Utgard," Helblindi said quietly.
"I know," Byleistr said, shuffling through the snow until he reached the rock of the mountain. It was barer of snow during the Jotunheim "spring" season and soon enough he had found a size-able curious round rock with an jagged opening in one side. He tried to peer within it – but it remained dark and mysterious. "I can read, you know."
"I know," Helblindi rolled his eyes and tossed another rock off the mountain. There was no sound. Byleistr wondered if it would continue bouncing down the side of the mountain and hit some innocent merchant in passing (and at this, he laughed) – or if it would get caught in some crevice along the way. "I just had to say it. To remind myself."
"You remember it?"
"Utgard?"
"Hm."
"Yes," Helblindi said. "It was a great city. Grand. With dark stone and grey marbling and architecture so heaven-bound, it seemed to rise up and up – forever."
"But it is not like that anymore, Tutor Rokavi said."
"Yes, it is but a shadow of its glory... and I hope I can change that. One day."
"You will need money," Byleistr threw another stone out. It did not appear to go out as far as Helblindi and he cursed his weakness mentally. "Money and much resources if you intend to rebuild it."
"Of course. I know that. I also read, if you remember."
"I am merely ensuring that your high hopes have some grounding in reality," Byleistr said snottily, watching Helblindi's rock disappear further out – again.
"Here, let me have that rock-"
"No!" Byleistr hugged the round rock he had found to himself. "I am keeping this. I – I – I wish to observe it."
"Observe a rock?" Helblindi asked skeptically.
"Well, yes... It is a curious treasure. I found it, so I can keep it."
"It is dirty thing. Rocks should be thrown. Or heaved."
"Some rocks are carved-"
"Now, this conversation is getting dull," Helblindi rose.
"You are saying that because I was right."
"Bylla," Helblindi sighed. "Just... Never mind. Let us go. The suns are moving westward – we need to make the walls before nightfall – or..."

Both boys flinched at the thought of the hiding they would receive if they did not return in time. With this in mind, Byleistr packed up hurriedly, making certain his rock was secured at the bottom of his pack – away from Helblindi's careless hands and knowing eyes. It is a good memory to keep, Byleistr thought.

"So what are you going to do with that dull, grey rock of yours? Put it above your bed? On that shelf of yours?"
"Maybe," Byleistr replied stiffly. "Maybe not."
"Hm. I know that is what you will do."
"Why do you say that?"
"You always do things like that. You remember that time we went to Gnottvatn for the summer and hunted eels – you kept the skeleton of the first eel you gutted – and your skewer!"
"What-"
"Do not think I did not see it. I did."
"'Blindi!" Pause. "Stop laughing!"
"I will laugh if I choose. And if you deserve it."
"I do not deserve it! Just because you do not collect memories does not-"
"Ha! So it is a case of collecting a memory! I knew it- OW!"

Byleistr had thrown a snowball at the back of Helblindi's head. If a few bits of ice had made their way into it, that was not his fault.

"Byla! There was ice in there!"
"I was just checking to see how tough your skin has gotten-"
"You said that last week when you poked me with the cook's fire iron!"
"That was last week – oh!"

Helblindi had returned the favour (without ice). The rest of the journey was made at a quicker pace – and it was twice as enjoyable, fighting and bickering aside.

For that is what siblings do. That is what they are – for all of time.

As they made their way out of the forest and across the fields, they saw the gates of Gastropnir rising in the distance – and the yellow of warm lights and sparse fires and the faint blue and purple glow of rare crystal lamps, which had survived the War. The two Princes drew closer.

The gates gained definition – gained metallic grating and warped wood slats and intricately wrought locks which ran up and down the entire middle of it. Locks they knew secured it safely from the inside from the night terrors of the Grarfjall Mountains. And the Aesir. Drawing closer, Byleistr and Helblindi could make out the new guard for the evening – and two familiar figures: Laufey and Farbauti. Setting their shoulders and raising their chins, the two young Jotunn forged onward, making their way over ice and snow and blakkrgras.

As the two drew near, Helblindi relaxed a little – judging by Laufey's expression, there was a scolding up ahead, but nothing serious. Underneath the annoyance was a not-so-well-hidden pride.

Farbauti was definitely more anxious, but his face lit up at the apparent health of his youngest and Byleistr felt his chest puff out just a bit more proudly underneath his rough black cloak. He had gone out – and on an unsanctioned jaunt to boot. Furthermore, he had tracked a wolf to its den, had climbed a mountain and taken a piece of treasure, however grey and dirty, Helblindi thought it. At the sight of Farbauti's obvious relief and joy, Byleistr knew what his evening would entail: a large dinner and a light scolding.

Then he would tell his story. Farbauti would cluck and shake his head and praise him for his kindness and intelligence and would gave him a dire look upon hearing of his bickering with Helblindi and how they threw rocks on merchants' heads from a great height. Then, Byleistr would take out his stone and show his Sire what he had brought back – which Farbauti would praise.

It went as expected. Almost.

That night, Farbauti turned the rock over and over in his hands before giving Byleistr and odd look. Without warning, he leaned forward to rap it sharply against the floor, splitting it jaggedly in half. Byleistr cried out in disappointment – and then blinked at the green which glittered, now revealed. Green gems, groensteinn, hidden within!

Farbauti smiled, "Now, that is a great treasure to place on your shelf – and a grand prize to show to the others as proof of your quest."

"But... I did not slay a wolf. Helblindi says that slaying a wolf is a great deed."
"There will always be wolves to slay, but this is much rarer," Farbauti said in appeasement, ruffling Byleistr's dark hair. "Trust me."
"Very well... Helblindi said it was a useless grey rock and should just be thrown. Ha! This will show him!"
"Indeed... it is amazing to me," Farbauti smiled softly, "how the small things, the seemingly ugly things or the plain hold great treasures within. One should never judge a being by its appearance."
"You think so?" asked Byleistr tentatively.
"I know so. There is beauty in everything – if you have the eye for it. And I know you can see such treasures in many things."
"Treasures like these?"
"Yes. And this is a treasure. For you may not know – but this was born out of magick – during the foundation of this Realm, when there was nothing but light and matter and our land coalesced as all the others did alongside it... and over time, water ran inside the stones and built up such glorious gems, bearing magick preserved since the beginning. A glorious picture of a happier time, I think," Farbauti cradled the halves in hand before setting them on Byleistr's smaller lap and watching the glow move slowly across the small face at his elbow. "The Time of Ancient Winters – that is a great thing to remember – and the uncounted years before."
"The time when the Casket was made?"
"When it was born... Yes..."
"It was born?" Byleistr's bright eyes glinted as he sensed a story. Quickly he set the glowing gems on his shelf, watching the light play on the dim ceiling above – and then he trapped Farbauti by crawling onto his Mother's – Sire's – larger lap. "How can stone be born?"

Farbauti laughed, knowing when he had been bested. Byleistr had always had the sense to think things through before others even started.

"Well, hm, let us see – it began during the Forgotten Time, the years and years and years we do not count – and when we began to count–"
"During the Ancient Times," Byleistr recited encouragingly.
"Yes, during the Ancient Times, they say – the stories say, traditions tells of a great people who learned how to harness the magicks of Jotunheim which swirled freely in the air and settled within the very water and land itself. And thus, one day, a Jotunn whose name we no longer remember was crossing the far northward land of the Utanheim – the Mornathbjoth, when he saw-"

And Farbauti's voice drifted off into the night of Jotunheim, where the wolves' howled with the wind and their voices mingled on empty planes.

[...for the skies of Jotunheim are empty...]

[...and empty they remain...]

[...for all time...]

[...unless...]

Let me know what you think!

Vocabulary:

Aldinn Stathr – Ancient Place
Atfirth – energies

blakkrbjorr – black beer
Blakkrbjorn – black bear
blakkrgras – black grass
blargras – blue grass

Dagaheim
dvegr – dwarf
dyrspeki – zoologist

Eybjarg (Chasms of Forever)

fauld – a part of armour around the lower midsection
Flara River – Treacherous River
For-Eldra – Ancestors
Forn Vegr – Old Ways

Gastropnir
Gnottvatn (Lake of Abundance)
Gothahus – temple
Grarfjall – Grey Mountains
grarulfr – grey wolves
Griotunagardar
groa-thurs – grown giant
groensteinn – a green gem

hafnathr – sea serpents
snaerharra – snow rabbit
heillgrjot – healing stones
Heimsrsal – Soul of the Realm
heithrsker – crystal flowers
Holdra River – Hero's River
holkimurtr – small flat fish
Holkn Vollr – Flat Plains
holmganga – a method of ending feuds/disagreements
hota-eik – white oak
hvaeta – wheat

Innaheim – Inner Realm

jarnkottr – iron cat (beast which Laufey released in Thor)
jarnvithr – iron wood

Kaldrfjall (Cold Mountains)
Kero Fornvetr – Casket of Ancient Winters
kostrboth – a method of proving virility for the purpose of marriage

lagreinn – small one (epithet)
Lengi Ofrithr – Long War
luthrblom – trumpet flower

manisilfr – moonsilver
melrakki – white fox
Myrkr Skogr – shadow forest

Nattura – spirits
Northri Stjarna – North Star

silvralmr – silver elm
silvrfiskr – silver fish
Sithr Efingi – True Heir
Skalldi
skordyr – Jotunheim goat
Storrholl – Great Hall

thurblakulfr – giant black wolves
tunglbom (moonflower)
Tveir-Tindr – Double Peak mountain.

ulfrbarn - wolf child
Utanheim – Outer Realm
Utgard

vaetki – nothing
ventrmellin – winter melon
villrkyr – wild ox
Virtha Aevi – Coming of Age
Vollrvatn – Lake of the Plains