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Long before the day comes, Odin already knows the day. He has hung from the world-tree for it. He has traded an eye at Mimir's well for it. The end was never a surprise to the Allfather — only the question of how he would meet it. This piece is a six-beat cinematic of his last ride: from the sounding of Heimdall's horn, through the gathering of the einherjar at Valhalla, across a fracturing world on the back of Sleipnir, to the field of Vigrid where the wolf Fenrir waits with jaws unbound. Drawn from the Poetic Edda and Snorri's Prose Edda.
Heimdall's horn sounds across the nine worlds. The long-foretold day has come. Lightning splits the iron-grey sky; embers rise from the volcanic distance.
From Asgard, the Allfather rides forth, Gungnir glinting in his hand. The einherjar pour out of Valhalla's eight hundred doors; the Valkyries herd them on like wind herds clouds.
Hugin and Munin, Thought and Memory, ride at his shoulder. Around the world the other gods are already moving toward the deaths foretold for them — Thor toward Jormungandr, Freyr toward Surtr, Tyr toward Garmr, Heimdall toward Loki. None of them turn back.
Sleipnir's eight hooves never touch the ground, crossing glacier and flame in a single stride. The Allfather crosses a landscape already half-undone.
On the field of Vigrid, the wolf waits — Fenrir, jaws unbound, eyes fixed on the sky. The plain is a hundred leagues on every side, because the gods needed somewhere their last war could fit.
And Odin, knowing the prophecy, rides on to meet him. The wolf takes him. Hugin and Munin scatter into the smoke. Sleipnir runs on without a rider until even his eight hooves can find no air to carry him. Vidarr, Odin's silent son, avenges his father. It is the last act of the old order.
The fire of Surtr eats what is left and the sea swallows the ash. For a while there is nothing. Then, slowly, a green earth rises out of the water. Lif and Lifthrasir walk out of the wood Hoddmimis holt. The sun's daughter takes her mother's place in the sky. Odin rode out knowing he would not come back, and rode out anyway — not because the prophecy promised him victory, but because the prophecy promised that after his loss there would be a morning, and a green field, and a new order.
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