Víðarr Óðinnson

Maybe I shouldn’t have come; most here don’t even know my name. To many, I am invisible, but to the one who has summoned me, I appear in all my fearsome splendor. Alas, woe to anyone I am summoned against, for they shall feel the sharpness of my blade before they see me.

Yet, here I was, called upon to present myself inside some cavern with loud sounds and flashing lights. All around me, women and men, half-dressed, gyrating against each other. Serving girls strutted through the crowd, carrying trays of unfamiliar drinks in bright colors.

No one turned towards me as I walked through the crowd. They seemed to step away from me as I walked nearer to them, creating a path towards the center of the cave-like aperture. Grabbing a drink from a tray of a passing girl, I continued my search for the one who had cried out to me.

Any fool could call upon me, but only a true child of Odin could invoke me. Therefore, even though I have heard many an entreaty for my aid, I’ve only given it to a select few. However, many have claimed that I have given them succor in their hour of need.

Moving rapidly, I continued to scan the crowd for some sign of recognition. Shrugging my shoulders, I try to adjust my frame to the avatar I am forced to wear this avenging cycle. No one took a second look in my direction, showing any hint of awareness.

Easing up to a bar at the far end of the cavern, I slammed my empty mug down. Frustrated, I reached over and took the tray from the girl who had just refilled hers. Nursing the drinks, I wondered if I had arrived too early, although I didn’t see how that was possible, as I had clearly heard the invocation of my name whispered on the breeze.

Idly, I tap my polished nails on the lacquered bar as I listen to the sounds around me. So much commotion is happening all around me, yet not a knowing look in my direction. Frustration is starting to set in, for I have never appeared before without being called first. Knowing the one who called me had to be here, and therefore, by reason, also the one who was a threat.

Shifting on my stool, I turned more towards the crowd, scanning everyone more vehemently than before. I could feel the pull, but with the loud music, I was confused just where the plea was coming from. Pushing up from my seat, I step away from the bar and begin to walk towards a darkened corner of the grotto I had overlooked before.

Víðarr, I implore you. Come to me in my hour of need. Free me from the bonds that bind me here. Heed my call. Avenge my name. Send me home to Valhalla.

Entreaties like this were not common. What could have happened to raise a supplication like this upward for me to hear in Asgard? This pull on me was tauter than any I had ever felt before.

Noting offhand that I was having to take more steps than normal because my feet were smaller, I began to take notice of other parts of this persona’s physique. Small in stature, I wonder what I would be facing in this embodiment. I couldn’t imagine what threat I presented.

Giving my braids a toss, I surveyed the wall of booths in front of me before noticing a tunnel in the corner going deeper into the cave. Adjusting my skirt, I started towards the opening. Suddenly, I was brought to my knees with a piercing plea, begging for a quick release.

Emilie! Stop, please. I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again. You don’t have to do this. I swear by the Silent God, I didn’t touch Evan! Just let me go!

Angry yelling soon followed. Then I heard the sounds of a scuffle. I hurried into the burrow to witness three girls standing above another who was bleeding out. Upon seeing the sight, I knew I had found the one who had summoned me.

Now let’s see you try to steal someone’s man, you trans dog. You won’t be getting up from this, you bitch. See you in hell, Ass-trid!

Cringing with each word, growing weaker by the moment, the mortally injured girl looked up to stare me in the eyes. Then, like a whisper passing my ear, I hear, Sigfather’s Mighty Son, avenge me.

Enveloping me was a mighty red-hot rage. Pulling my smaller-than-normal sword, I replied I'm here, as I stalked forward. The three murderesses, finally seeing me, laughed at my tiny stature. Nudging each other, the girls each had comments on what I was able to do to them. As I advanced, I soon showed them what I could do, quickly surprising them. With swift swings of my blade, I sliced right through them. No one heard their screams as I exacted vengeance upon them. Sending them to Hel. I then went to the one who had summoned me, picked them up, and carried them to my Father's hall, to live in Valhalla for eternity.