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Eikthyrnir the hart is called,
that stands o’er Odin’s hall,
and bits from Lærad’s branches;
from his horns fall
drops into Hvergelmir,
whence all waters rise...
– Grímnismál

He hadn’t known what he had gotten himself into.
He really hadn’t.
All he had done was think that those branches had looked tasty…
That was all.

And who wouldn’t?
After all they had been exceptionally green and luxuriant branches.

…

In no way had he intended to become the source for all the worlds rivers.
Rather the opposite in fact.
In fact that seemed like exactly the kind of unnecessary responsibility that he would typically avoid.
The kind that would be more annoying than anything else.
That would get in the way of his proclivity to….
Well to decide his life…
For himself…

And yet, here he stood…
With the water pouring from his antlers….
Because of course….
Why not…

…

All he had wanted was some tasty branches.
Was that really so much to ask?

…

It was too late to think about all that now though.

Description

Eikthyrnir the hart is called,
that stands o’er Odin’s hall,
and bits from Lærad’s branches;
from his horns fall
drops into Hvergelmir,
whence all waters rise...
– Grímnismál

He hadn’t known what he had gotten himself into.
He really hadn’t.
All he had done was think that those branches had looked tasty…
That was all.

And who wouldn’t?
After all they had been exceptionally green and luxuriant branches.

…

In no way had he intended to become the source for all the worlds rivers.
Rather the opposite in fact.
In fact that seemed like exactly the kind of unnecessary responsibility that he would typically avoid.
The kind that would be more annoying than anything else.
That would get in the way of his proclivity to….
Well to decide his life…
For himself…

And yet, here he stood…
With the water pouring from his antlers….
Because of course….
Why not…

…

All he had wanted was some tasty branches.
Was that really so much to ask?

…

It was too late to think about all that now though.