When the Gods Walked Midgard… Odin and His Ravens
Long before time was tamed by calendars and clocks, when the wind whispered secrets through ancient forests and mountains still remembered the footsteps of giants, the gods walked freely upon Midgard.
In those days, mortals looked to the skies and saw more than clouds—they saw omens, signs, and shadows of something greater. Among them, Odin Allfather wandered the realms, cloaked in wisdom and war, accompanied always by two silent watchers: Huginn and Muninn, his ravens.
They were more than mere birds. They were thought and memory—his eyes, his mind, his spirit stretched across the land. Each dawn, they soared across Midgard, gathering whispers from kings and cowards alike. Each dusk, they returned to perch upon his shoulders, murmuring the tales of the day into his ears.
Odin walked among mortals not as a god of glory, but as a seeker. He traded an eye for wisdom, hung from Yggdrasil for knowledge, and wandered Midgard for truths the gods themselves had forgotten. To some, he appeared as an old man with a weathered cloak and a knowing gaze. To others, he was a storm on the horizon, a shadow passing through the trees.
The world has changed since then. Cities now cover the soil, and stories are told through screens instead of song. But sometimes, when dusk falls and the crows gather on rooftops, an ancient presence lingers. A flicker of movement. A rustle of wings. A feeling that you’re being watched—not by man, but by memory.
For when the gods walked Midgard, they left echoes in the land. And Odin’s ravens still remember.