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queenlucythevaliant · 3 months

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Northern Lights

I heard a voice that cried, “Balder the Beautiful is dead, is dead!”

Who knows what to call the lonely exhilaration of gazing out into a bright Northern sky? Who can name it?

Jill could.

It was the same feeling that came to her at the teetering edge of a cliff at the end of the world. The same feeling as when she said her goodbyes to Puddleglum and Scrubb before they freed the prince. It was the same feeling that engulfed her now, sitting in the professor’s library with a volume of poetry before her.

The wild northern wastes were well named: utterly wild, perfectly desolate, and terribly Northern.

It was lonely there and often cold, but the sky was an endless whorl of gales and gray clouds. The stones were indigo under the pale winter sunlight, and at sunset they glowed a soft gold, as though lit from within. The gorges and moors lay before her, and Jill loved them for their vastness and their distance. Little grew in that country, but that which did was full of vigor. The grass was short and coarse. Every tree was victorious.

On a still, deep breathing winter night, Jill lay on her back beneath a covering sky. It seemed beautiful to her, rich and strong and glorious. Her eyes drank in the breadth of it until her tears began to blind her. Yet even then, she still couldn’t look away.

She felt bigger here in the wastes, like the landscape. Stronger, wider. The further she walked, the more she felt herself stretch out. One of these days, maybe, she would catch hold of herself at the edge and tug, and Jill Pole would open up clear as the Northern sky.

And through the misty air passed the mournful cry of sunward sailing cranes.

The thing that surprised Jill most about the battle with the serpent was this: there wasn’t any yelling. Always, it seemed, whenever she read stories about people fighting with swords, the combatants would let loose some guttural yell before their blows fell. They would scream and writhe in pain as they died. They would shout instructions to their fellows, “Look out!” or “Hit him there!” But the whole affair with the serpent passed with very little noise.

The poison-green coil constricted around the prince; he raised his arms and got clear, struck the serpent hard, and then Scrubb and Puddleglum dispatched the creature with heavy, hacking blows. The monster died writhing, but not screaming. And then it was over.

The thing that surprised Jill most about the moments before battle was, of course, the noise. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. She couldn’t stop listening to her own breathing. Every footstep rang out like a gong, and any words exchanged rang with a kind of finality that made them sound louder than anything.

“You are of high courage,” Rilian told her when it was over.

Yet the thing in Jill’s chest just then didn’t feel like courage. It was a deep breath, a plunge, and a release. It was loud and quiet all at once, till she was standing, blinking in the night air as snowballs whizzed round her, and maybe that was something like courage after all.

And now, there was a stirring in her chest as she reread the words on the page. Sing no more / O ye bards of the North / Of Vikings and of Jarls! / Of the days of the Eld / preserve the freedom only / nor the deeds of blood!

She thought of grief. Of freedom.

The lonely ache in her belly grew stronger. She felt herself uplifted into the huge regions of sky that were just beyond those cliffs, weightless as the breath beneath her buoyed her up, further, further…

When she saw Caspian up close, Jill thought that he looked like the sort of person who was meant to live in a castle. A silly thought, perhaps, since she knew he was a king– only she wasn’t thinking of Cair Paravel. No, Jill was picturing the ruins of an old British castle she’d visited once on holiday. She still remembered how the stonework had loomed over her, all towering arches and crumbling walls. That was where Caspian seemed to belong. He had an air of ancient tragedy about him.

When Rilian disappeared, all things had wept but one. The serpent coiled beneath the earth and flicked its forked tongue, spewing poison.

Now, the king half rose to bless his son. He whispered a few words as he caressed Rilian’s cheek, words meant only for those beloved ears. Jill saw Caspian’s lips move and wondered what a man like that could possibly say, when time ran so short.

They laid him in his ship, with horse and harness, as on a funeral pyre. Odin placed a ring upon his finger, and whispered in his ear.

Jill furtively took Myths of the Northmen and held it up to the professor with a question in her eyes. She was still shy around him and Miss Plummer, though she wished she wasn’t.

“Would you like to take that with you?”

“...Please.”

It takes a certain kind of person to be exhilarated by the heights. You’ve got to love vastness more than you fear falling.

They walked to the train station with an autumn wind blowing hard, and though Jill couldn’t fathom why, she turned and saw Lucy grinning, fierce and joyful– grinning and reaching a hand out towards her friend.

Jill reached back and grabbed it. “What will you do, once we’re back in Narnia?” she asked.

The wind blew harder. The feeling of anticipation grew and grew, until it felt so big that she couldn’t dream of containing it. And there was Lucy, holding Jill’s hand and laughing like it was easy.

Preserve the freedom only, not the deeds of blood!

The second time Jill went to Narnia, she found herself not at its edge, but at its end.

The thing about the Norse apocalypse is: it feels believable. It doesn’t reach beyond earth’s horizon to pull down hope beyond hope. It’s only the kind of courage that hopeless humans have: you are going to die, so you might as well die bravely.

They found the last king of Narnia bound to a tree. His eyes were faintly red from crying, and his wrists and ankles red from the coarseness of his fetters.

In the Norse myths, Loki broke free of his fetters at the end of the world. He escaped to the helm of a ship made from the fingernails of the dead.

The last king of Narnia fell forward onto the ground when Eustace cut his bonds. Jill crouched down beside him and watched as he rubbed feeling back into his legs. He wasn’t so much older than her, she thought. Jill was sixteen years old; the last king of Narnia could not be older than twenty-two.

In the myths, the gods were ancient, hewn from the bodies of giants old as the earth.

Jill put out a hand and helped the last king of Narnia to his feet. Not for the last time, she shivered. Something deep inside her (deeper than her chest, than her heart, than the marrow of her bones, deep as her soul, deeper) was singing an elegy and she didn’t know why, or how, or where it had come from. The king clutching her hand, who could have been her older brother, would have no heir.

Yet when he asked, “Will you come with me?” Jill could only smile.

“Of course,” she said. “It’s you we’ve come to help.”

And the voice forever cried, "Balder the Beautiful is dead, is dead!"

“This really is Narnia at last,” murmured Jill. The springtime wood had little in common with the wintry lands she had traveled the last time she was here– but it awakened the same feelings of Northernness in her chest.

Their party may as well have been the only people in the world, for how isolated their little wooden path seemed. Yet it wasn’t lonely, really, cocooned in all that green with the wind in the leaves and the primroses nodding and blue of the sky peeking through above.

Jewel told stories about what ordinary life was like when there was peace here. As he spoke, Jill could almost hear the trees' voices speaking out of the living past, whispering, stay, stay. She was caught up to a great height, looking down across a rich, lovely plain full of woods and waters and cornfields, which spread away and away till it got thin and misty from distance.

“Oh Jewel–” Jill said with a dreamy sigh, “wouldn’t it be lovely if Narnia just went on and on– like what you say it has been?”

She needn’t be a queen, as Susan and Lucy had been, but Jill would’ve liked to stay. She would've liked it all to stay, if it could. She might have been a woodmaid in a place like this: with the turn of the seasons, the swaying trees, swords into plowshares. Oh, if only she could stay!

Ahead, the last king of Narnia was softly singing a marching song. Jill tilted her head back and let warm shafts of sun caress her face.

I saw the pallid corpse of the dead sun borne through the Northern sky.

“So,” said the last king of Narnia, “Narnia is no more.”

He tried to send them back. Jill shook her head. It was very loud and very quiet. “No, no, no, we won’t. I don’t care what you say. We’re going to stick by you whatever happens, aren’t we Eustace?”

They couldn’t go back anyway. Neither would they flee, not south across the mountains nor North into the great wide wastes. No, they would stay. They slept in a holly grove on the edge of ruin, waiting for the bonfires to light.

Jill slept fitfully, but in between she dreamed. She was high up in the air, buffeted by clouds and pierced by shafts of silver sunlight.

They all died, in the myths. Jill knew that. It seemed beautiful and brave when she read it in her book, tucked away safe in the Professor’s library. It was terrifying now– and yet it was beautiful and brave still.

The dogs came bounding up, every one of them, running up to the king and his men with their tails wagging. One of them leapt at Jill and licked her face, tongue roughly lapping up the sweat and tears that had dried on her cheeks.

“Show us how to help, show us how, how, how!” the dogs were barking, almost ebullient in their enthusiasm. Jill bit back a sob. How lovely, she thought. How terribly beautiful. How dreadfully brave.

So perish the old Gods!

The white rock gleamed like a moon in the darkness when Jill finally reached it. She ran back to it alone, her hands shaking, while her friends stayed forward with their gleaming swords and Jewel’s indigo horn.

The while rock gleamed like the moon. Jill’s first shot flew wide and landed in the soft grass. But she had another arrow on her string the next instant. It was speed that mattered, not aim. Speed, and turning aside when she cried, so as not to drip tears on her bowstring.

The white rock gleamed. In the myths, a wolf devoured the moon. Peter’s wolf, slain many thousand years ago in this world, opened his jaw wide and darkness fell over everything.

Her next arrow found its mark. After that, she lost track. She pulled, and she prayed that her hands kept still another minute.

The unique thing–maybe the appealing thing–about the Norse myths, was that they told men to serve gods who were admittedly fighting with their backs to the wall and would certainly be defeated in the end. Jill let loose another arrow, felt the white rock at her back, and she knew that the clawing fear–beauty–bravery deep in her gut was the same feeling that she felt on the heights. The same feeling, but a different face. You’ve got to love vastness more than you fear falling.

“I feel in my bones,” said Poggin, “that we shall all, one by one, pass through that dark door before morning. I can think of a hundred deaths that I would rather have died.”

“It is indeed a grim door,” said Tirian. “It is more like a mouth.”

“Oh, can’t we do anything to stop it,” said Jill. Better to be dashed to the ground than it was to be devoured.

“Nay, fair friend,” said Jewel. “It may be for us the door to Aslan’s country and we sup at his table tonight.”

A hand tangled itself in her hair and started to pull. Jill braced herself hard, for a moment, until her strength gave out. She was standing on the edge of a high, Northern cliff. She took another step, and fell.

Perhaps when the moment comes, our bite will prove better than our howls. If not, we shall have to confess that two millennia of Christianity have not yet brought us to the level of the Stoics and Vikings. For the worst (according to the flesh) that a Christian need face is to die in Christ and rise in Christ; some were content to die, and not to rise, with Father Odin.

The world inside the stable was beautiful. It made Jill’s chest ache in all the loveliest ways.

Build it again, O ye bards, fairer than before!

#okayyyy so #i've been down the tolkien/lewis/norse mythology rabbit hole lately #it's a lot #but i've been picking at this piece in my head for a while now #which is more a rhapsody than anything else #but another for my narnia/classic lit sequence of pieces #the quotes are mostly pulled from Longfellow's Tegners Drapa translation #which Jack discusses in Surprised by Joy as one of the works that inspired feelings of joy and 'Northernness' in his boyhood #there's also a Weight of Glory quote in there #(paraphrased)#and one from the intro to Joy Gresham's book on the 10 Commandments that Jack wrote #(that's that last passage in italics)#i'm not really sure i was trying to make a point with this so much as just. explore that feeling of northernness #bc really northernness is two things #it's joy and exhileration brought on by beauty #and it's that beautiful hopeless courage when faced with unwinnable battles #and i love how intertwined those two things are for lewis #and let's be honest for me too #so that's what this is #hope it holds together okay #narnia #chapter one #night under narnia #dying of thirst #pontifications and creations #leah stories

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twiafom · 2 years

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sunrise

#frostcup #hijack #jackycup #httyd #rotg #art #art notes: i love drawing the quilt it's a wedding gift snotlout made #all the sketches are either canon ones that hiccup did or from concept art #the jack pose for instance is from early rotg concept art #the compass is obviously an actual norse symbol tho #okay all i've got

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atomic-chronoscaph · 1 year

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Jack Kirby's GODS Portfolio (1972)

#jack kirby #norse gods of asgard #gods portfolio #vintage art portfolios #comics artist #comic art #don heck #heimdall #sigurd #honir #balduur #communicators unlimited #seventies #1972

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dr-feline · 8 months

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Reading Magnus Chase for the first time and I’m really loving all the references to the PJO series. Can’t my sword turn into a pen and I pass out more than Jason Grace whoever that is 😆

#magnus chase #norse mythology #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase and the sword of summer #pjo #percy jackson #jason grace #jack the sword

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splooosh · 5 months

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“ODIN!”

Jack Kirby

#Odin #Norse Gods #Jack Kirby

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albinoratman2200 · 9 months

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next weeks comic! you guys pick!

#steven universe #SU #demonology #killian lynch #laughing jack #kuroshitsuji #kemetic #norse mythology #loki

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maverick-werewolf · 7 months

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Folklore Fact - Hjúki and Bil / The Man in the Moon / the Bilwis / Jack and Jill

Something different this month - a general folklore fact, rather than a werewolf or vampire fact! It's been a while since I did one of these, so I figured it's high time I toss another one out there.

Ever heard of the Man in the Moon? Of course you have. But have you ever heard of a "bilwis?" What about "Hjúki and Bil?" How about Jack and Jill? And how are all these things actually connected?

Once upon a time, I was playing a video game called Titan Quest with my brother. We ran into a strange creature labeled a Demon that was called a "bilwis." Since the game is based heavily in real-world myth, I decided to look it up. It wouldn't be the first time I encountered an obscure piece of mythology from a video game, that's for sure (the game Age of Mythology helped me get into researching mythology at all, as a child; it's still one of my favorite games).

So first, I looked up a bilwis. A bilwis can be demonic or human and is associated with corn, which would align with what I found in the game, too. They are said to have "flying" hair, are sometimes wrapped in linen, and wear triangular hats. They often appear as whirlwinds to steal grain during harvests. Then I went, wait a minute... that sounds just like Blowhard in the game Spyro the Dragon (also one of my favorite games)!

Blowhard is a bilwis! This is OG Blowhard, by the way, not from the remasters. But you should play Spyro sometime. Fantastic games. The remasters are good, too.

Anyway, that fascinated me, because I love learning things like that. But I also found something else... I found a legend called Hjúki and Bil, which was quite the rabbit-hole. Some sources claim the bilwis is related to Bil, which is how I was led here. The bilwis is sometimes said to be a female entity (but it can also be male) and was, at one time, associated with witches - and Bil is interpreted variably to be a kenning for woman, as well as a witch. The connection between Bil and the bilwis only happened in much later time periods, however - so let's go back to the original story of Hjúki and Bil.

The tale of Hjúki and Bil comes from Norse mythology. Their names are said to mean "the one returning to health" and "instant," respectively, though scholars apparently can't entirely confirm that first one. They are brother and sister, a pair of children who follow the moon across the heavens. We know about them because of - you guessed it - Snorri Sturluson's Prose Edda. There are a lot of theories around these two, but they were said to have been a pair of children, both carrying a pole on their shoulders (the pole was called Simul) and held a pail called Sæg between them. But the children were taken by Mani (the moon) from the earth, to follow the moon forever in the heavens, and "can be seen from the earth."

It is possible that Hjúki and Bil represented the waning and waxing of the moon - or they may have even represented the craters on the moon. Scholars argue about it a lot, but many of them present compelling arguments that Hjúki and Bil were the craters, which were interpreted as children with a water pail between them on a stick.

Similar modern folklore from the same regions sees the Man in the Moon as a man with a pole, often carrying wood (or else stealing it and stuck in the moon as punishment), and sometimes with a woman with a bushel. This lends more credence to the idea of Hjúki and Bil being connected to the moon - and people in the moon.

There is another connection - one with Jack and Jill, the famous nursery rhyme...

You may have already noticed some similarities to the story of Hjúki and Bil and Jack and Jill - even their names sound similar! Both stories are about two children, one boy and one girl, who fetch a pail of water.

For those of you who need refreshing on the rhyme...

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got and home did trot as fast as he could caper. He went to bed to mind his head with vinegar and brown paper.

The origins of many elements of folklore, mythology, nursery rhymes, fairytales, and all their kind are always mysterious and fascinating. It's entirely possible that Hjúki and Bil are directly related to Jack and Jill, and that the latter is a retelling of the original Norse tale - and that the story of Jack and Jill fetching the pail represents the waning and waxing of the moon or the craters on the moon that we can see easily from Earth.

That covers a decent overview! There is of course a lot to all these things, as you might imagine, but I chose this time to focus on informing you about the existence of Hjúki and Bil and the bilwis at all, rather than getting deep into the debate and "conversation" around all these matters.

Until next time, and have a wonderful November (and happy Thanksgiving)!

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geekstudio · 2 years

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New Autumn Candles!

Memento Mori: cranberry + nutmeg + cedarwood Pumpkin King: pumpkin + caramel + spices Idunn's Golden Apple: apple + sweet berry + cinnamon

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#candles #spooky season #fall aesthetic #autumn aesthetic #psl #pumpkin spice #norse mythology #pumpkin king #nbc #nightmare before christmas #jack skellington #memento mori

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superstjarnasvass2171 · 12 days

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The story of how Jack Frost AKA Jokul Frosti reached out before I even knew it!

I was in love with someone at the time who's name was Caleb but claimed to be Jack Frost, at the time I thought imagination wise to follow my hair wherever the wind blew and when I kept calling Caleb Jack one of my teachers told me that someone wss actually named Jack Frost. Guess where. In the spot the wind directed me to with my hair! I still didn't get it till now that he reached out. Another way was when he SPELLED IT OUT by having me find a candle if him that I thought was Odin.

Jokul Frosti I love you!

#polytheism community #polytheism #jack frost #deities #norse polytheist #norse paganism #norse polytheism #paganism

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marvelreader · 7 months

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Journey into Mystery #108 (July 2, 1964)

It's a game of missed phone calls when Thor ignores the summons of Odin to help a dying Dr. Strange. Loki takes that moment to strike. He steals Jane AND Mjolnir/Cane. Stuck as Blake, Thor calls out for the All-Father but is ignored (Odin was mid-battle). Blake calls in a favor with Dr. Strange for find his stick and help protect Jane during his battle with Loki. Odin finally picks up the phone and grounds Loki (again).

Lee / Kirby / Stone

#marvel #stan lee #marvel comics #marvel universe #silver age marvel #jack kirby #thor #odin #loki #asgard #norse gods

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jadelotusflower · 8 months

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Stargate rewatch: 1x09 Thor’s Hammer

"We don’t think the Goa’uld built the Stargate system” - episode 9 of season 1 and we’re already tapping into a huge part of the mythology - the show really hit the ground running with its lore.

But who is “we”? It’s never really established whether Daniel is in charge of his own team or runs his own department, but I think we can assume so? I like to think Barbara Shaw from the film is on the team at the very least.

However the “tyrant” gods being mostly from non-white cultures and the “culture-bearers” being mostly from white/western cultures is an ongoing yikes of the show.

I wouldn’t really characterise the Norse gods as particular friends to humans? I mean in the mythology they're not tyrants but they seem no less capricious than the Goa’uld-coded pantheons. Although I guess there is some interesting stuff around the Norse gods being more like higher beings as opposed to all powerful deities, which works in the show's presentation of the Asgard, but is hardly unique to Norse myth.

For example Odin (who I don't think we ever see on the show) being more of a hands off kind of god, who is not innately omniscient but himself pursues knowledge, hanging upside down from Yggdrasil and sacrificing an eye to obtain wisdom - and of course, the fate of the gods to die in Ragnarök, an acceptance of mortality that does fit the Asgard rather than the Goa'uld.

SGC Earth has a “Sagan Institute” - a nice tribute to Carl Sagan who died a year before the show was made. IRL The Carl Sagan Institute was established in 2014.

While the hammer is obviously meant to depict the death of a symbiote, it's also likely a reference to the Midgard/World Serpent. Although the Goa’uld are referred to as “Ettins” (Eoten/Jötunn) in this episode, Jörmungandr was the serpent who surrounded Midgard (Earth) eating its own tail, and was Thor’s enemy.

It’s Gairwyn! I love Gairwyn so much. Played by Tamsin Kelsey, who was also a big figure of my childhood as Evie O’Hanlon from the tv movie Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus.

"You must be from Thrudvang, Thor's home in the stars." Þrúðvangr was the realm of Thor and the location of his great hall Bilskirnir, which in later episodes will be identified as Asgard Thor's flagship.

“You and I might even have some of the same ancestors” - Sam has Scandinavian heritage I suppose?

Hologram!Thor is Mark Gibbon, who will go on to play a recurring Jaffa role in later seasons.

Thor of course is the obvious choice for Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet - we get a quick mythology primer from Daniel at the top of the episode and it's funny to think that would probably be unnecessary now given the Marvelisation of pop culture. But if there was a Norse god who could be considered a "friend to humans" like Daniel claims, it would be Thor.

“The High Council of Asgard has designated Cimmeria a safe world for developing sentient species, by unanimous decree 40.73.29. The Goa’uld system lords were so informed.” So is Cimmeria part of the Protected Planets Treaty? I assume so, but that Thor doesn’t trust the Goa’uld and installed the Hammer just in case. His message is kind of sassy too, we get the impression later that Thor is perhaps more invested in humanity than the other Asgard, and would take action against the Goa’uld if he could. So it makes sense his pet planet would have extra protection.

Galyn Görg (RIP) is wonderful as Kendra, it’s a shame she doesn’t recur.

What a Look too, fantastic costuming this episode - Gairwyn's is great as well.

And two women in major supporting roles! Another Katharyn Powers episode, this is one I really love.

The first proper appearance of the healing device.

Also the helmets are still with us - just attached to their backpacks.

“[Thor’s] race may have considered projectile weapons too primitive to be concerned about.” Heh. I love that this comes back into play with the Asgard vs the Replicators later on.

I think this the World Serpent on the wall behind Jack as well, in a more expansive form than was on the Hammer.

There’s another layer to this in hindsight - when Jörmungandr releases its tail from its mouth, Ragnarök will begin, and he and Thor will kill each other. Ragnarök is Götterdämmerung - the twilight of the gods. By the end of the series the time of both the Goa’uld and the Asgard will have passed, although not due to direct conflict between these two races, but rather the ascendancy of Midgard/Earth.

Jack is pretty subdued when Teal'c points out the Hammer could be used to free Sha're and Skaara - I think he's already figured out that they'll probably have to destroy the Hammer to get Teal'c out so won’t allow himself to think about the what ifs.

James Earl Jones! Everything is better with James Earl Jones.

“Unas is believed to have been the first host, born of the same primordial waters as the Goa’uld.” Although Unas is later revealed to be a race rather than a single being, the continuity of this in season 4 is great.

Kendra doesn’t say the name of the Goa’uld who possessed her, but mentions Marduk as the one who abducted her, which may present a continuity problem later as Marduk is trapped in a sarcophagus and only freed in season 4. But I suppose it’s not clear how long exactly Kendra was a host.

“Well Sha’re wasn’t trained in a temple like you, but she had a spirit, she was a fighter.” As we saw in CotG. Daniel's unwavering faith in Sha're fighting against the possession says a lot about their relationship.

But one of the failings of the show is that it is supremely uninterested in the trauma of Goa'uld possession - we get a bit with Sam although that becomes more about Jolinar's memories and the blending of the symbiote and host, and kind of with Vala later but it’s really only treated as a shorthand for why she is the way she is.

With Kendra we at least see how her trauma manifests in her isolation, her talking to the wind, interpreting the thunder, and ultimately deciding to face her fear.

This is a nicely directed episode too, by Brad Turner, who will helm several future episodes. Some really nice shots of Kendra, Daniel, and Sam climbing over mountains and walking over aqueducts.

Sam the skeptic vs Daniel the optimist. She’s actually pretty hard on him here! I’m not sure what Sam thinks their other options are if they don’t follow Kendra.

If Daniel’s flaw is his hubris and tendency to fixate at the expense of all else, Sam’s is her judgemental streak and unwillingness to think outside the logic box.

“Haven’t you ever had a feeling that made absolutely no logical sense and it turned out to be right?” The answer for Sam is clearly no, but that will change as part of her character arc will be sometimes learning to trust things that can’t be quantified.

And its helmet time.

"I was with those who took the ones you love." A little bit of mitigating language on Teal'c part, but his willingness to remain trapped just on the chance that the wrong he was party to can be righted, we can see how much guilt he does feel. I still wish we'd actually gotten a scene before this between Daniel and Teal'c about Sha're.

Jack having Daniel be the one to destroy the hammer is harsh, but it has to be Daniel. Because he is the one most affected by the decision, he needs to be the one who makes it, not have it be made for him. Importantly, Jack doesn’t order him to do it, and isn’t completely sure he will, just hopes.

By being the one to fire the shot, Daniel takes ownership of it, and it avoids resentment on his part - Jack knows that it’s the way it has to be for Daniel personally, and the good of the team.

To his credit once handed the staff weapon Daniel doesn't hesitate - closing his eyes before firing is a nice touch though.

Kendra gives them the Ansuz rune, the equivalent to A in Elder Futhark, meaning god and is associated with Odin, knowledge and communication.

#stargate sg1 #stargate rewatch #1x09 thor’s hammer #jlf posts #norse mythology #meta #daniel jackson #sam carter #jack o'neill #teal'c #stargate sg-1

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