Ragnarok

(Sorry I've neglected the blog! I've been overwhelmed).

Everything shakes, and all things are shaken loose. In the body. In the world. 

 A Wolf whose maw reaches from earth to heaven swallows the sun. 

 A Worm so vast that it fills up the ocean, drags itself up on land, spewing venom and fire, setting the world ablaze.

The World Ash shakes from the tremors, and bursts into flame. Its fiery branches tear down the stars.

Heimdall sounds his horn, and it drowns out the heavens’ thunder.

The dead warriors stumble out onto the Plain of Iða, but giant birds, fire-drakes and flying lizards fill the sky, and descend upon them, crushing them under their weight.


Below in Midgard, humanity swarms out of its broken cities, like ants from a destroyed nest. The jotun trample them, and cross the rainbow bridge, breaking it as they march.

The Wolf strides into Asgard, and the Worm rises up, sinks its teeth into Hlidskialf, and pulls itself up.

The mighty gods seem very small. They stand outlined against the burning skies like shadows.

Odin throws his spear at the Wolf. The Wolf swallows the spear, and Odin with it.

Týr raises his hand against the Wolf, but it is his left hand, the only one he has left. Now he loses that one as well. Frey shields his face against the towering jotun.

Thor hurls his hammer at the Worm, breaking its skull. Its venom pours out of it in a wave, and Tor takes one step. 
Two. 
Stumbles and falls.

The Ash is smoke. Asgard turns to smoke. 

The seas surge across Midgard. 

 The giant birds take wing, their feathers burning. 

 They disappear like sparks in the smoke.