The TricksterA Chapter by J. EspedalprologueTrickster God Judith Espedal
The Trickster
The God of Fire and Thievery sat on a high lonely crag somewhere in Iceland. Below him a volcano that thrust through a glacier spewed lava and black smoke into a twilight sky. Lightning flashed within the lava spumes. Where the lava flow met the river of ice a hissing, a loud cracking, a sputtering could be heard. The view recalled that time when the primordial abyss first gave way to Muspelheim and Nilfheim, when fire and ice was all there was, and maybe in that place it was somehow true again. He sat on that dark projecting rock, brooding. His amber eyes glowed and flickered like embers. His bright red hair, blown by a cold wind, flared about his handsome face like flames. When he spoke out loud, though there was none to hear but himself, his voice hissed like the lava and ice below. “Someone is trying to trick the Trickster. Someone is framing me for a theft I did not commit.” Now
Loki has committed many a theft, too many to tell of here. And the
tricks he has played on others have been retold by many a poetic
skald. But he did not care much for being the victim of someone
else's trickery.
“When I find out who is behind this, someone's head is going to roll.” © 2015 J. EspedalReviews
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Added on October 12, 2015Last Updated on October 12, 2015 AuthorJ. EspedalOHAboutI am a grandmother who has been writing short stories off and on for quite a few years. I would like to share them with friends - and anyone else who is interested - on the internet and this seems the.. more..Writing
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