ᚢᚦᚨᚾAsgard · Lord of Alfheim · God of the Harvest · Son of Njord · Best of the Aesir
Freyr
“When there is peace on earth, the grain grows of itself.”
You are in Alfheim, in my warm land. Here it is bright, and the field breathes. Sit down.
Word of the host
Welcome. I am Freyr, son of Njord, brother of Freyja. Alfheim was given to me as a tooth-gift. My ship Skidbladnir folds up into a purse. My boar is Gullinbursti, with a golden bristle.
I once sat on Odin's throne and saw a girl I could not stop thinking of. I gave my sword for her. Now I have no sword, and to Ragnarok I will go with an antler. I do not regret it.
My kin
ᚠmy sisterFreyjaShe is stronger than I am, though she will not say so. We are always together, until we part — and together again.enterᛇmy fatherNjordHe lives by the sea and misses the mountains. I live in the field and miss both.enterᛁmy father's wifeSkadiShe came to take vengeance on the gods, and stayed a wife. That too is strength.enterᚨmy chiefOdinI am not as cunning as he is. But I do not need to hide where I am going.enter