Are beginnings really important? Yer born, yeh live, and its everything else that seems to make up the sum of our parts. But yeah, beginnings are important. At birth I was taken away from my family, raised separately. It wasn’t till later that I came to know the family that I have, by then it was to late, when I fell in love with her. A family of our own we had, and then war came knocking on our door… Nah, lets just say it had been brewing for awhile, but it took a good shake before things came to blows.
So, war happens. Blood is spilled, lives are lost, and what do we do when the tempers give way to reason? Yeh make peace that’s what. Pacts and treaties are made. Hostages are taken, the honored hostages of the Gods. I’d say the guys that I was traded for got the shorter end of the stick, while my children and I were always treated well, and became part of a very complicated world, preparing for the inevitable ending of all things… I was remarried under odd but interesting circumstances, most certainly I tried to make the best of it, unfortunately we just couldn’t get along, even she tried, I’ll certainly give her that. They say opposites attract, but this was never the case for us.
That pretty much sums up ancient past. If yeh wanna get down the nitty gritty details, well yer in for a very long story. In what seems to be modern times, the God’s are still very much present both here and in Asgard. Yeh heard me right, I said Asgard, and don’t be goin on about the Thor movie now, they did him wrong for the simple fact they made him blond and not the fiery red head he is. It’s said Ragnarok is comin, it is, but yeh got it all wrong, because its already happened a few time over at least. But what is coming is bigger then I could even begin to describe, and I’m not goin to spoil the fun by letting yeh in on things that have yet to happen. Stay tuned it’ll be a wild ride…
(A fictional take on Njordr in modern times.)