Jörmungandr állat
Idézetek
Loki elgondolkozott, majd kinyújtotta a kezét. A kígyó olyan esetlenül tekeredett fel rá, mint a járni tanuló kisgyermek.
– Jörmungand – mondta Loki.
– Nem fogjuk „káprázatosan hatalmas varázsbotnak” nevezni a fiunkat.
– De igen. Nagyszerű név. És ilyen neveket kell adni a gyerekeknek, Boda. Csak összeraksz pár szót, hogy együtt is jelentsenek valamit. Ráadásul az ő nevének nem kell olyan lehangolónak lennie, mint a tiednek. Jól mondom, Jörmungand? – A kígyó Loki álla alá bújt, mire a férfi győzedelmesen elvigyorodott. – Látod?
– Először egy félig holt kislány, aztán egy farkas, most meg egy kígyó – összegezte Loki. – Mintha egyre különösebbek lennének a gyerekeink. Ha így haladunk, a következő csak egy rezgő kocsonya lesz szemekkel.
138. oldal
Who are you?
I am the mother to Odin's stallion, Sleipnir. I am the father of Fenrir Sun-eater and of Hel Half-rotted and of Jormungund the World-Serpent. I am Loki Scar-Lip, Loki Skywalker, Loki Giant's Child, Loki Lie-Smith. I am Loki who is fire and wit and hate. I am Loki. And I will be under an obligation to no one.
One day, in the dimness, she saw a wavering form, lumpen and twitching, which she took to be a great whale, maybe wounded, resting on the seabed. Jörmungandr, still bad-tempered, eased forward and snapped. The pain was excruciating, and travelled all round the earth, and back to the soft brain in her vast skull. She had met her tail. She was wound round the earth like a girdle.
A. S. Byatt: Ragnarok The End of the Gods
‘Therefore’, said Loki the mocker, to the snake his daughter, ‘we need to know everything, or at least as much as we can. The gods have secret runes to help in the hunt, or give victory in battle. They hammer, they slash. They do not study. I study. I know.’
A. S. Byatt: Ragnarok The End of the Gods
For a moment she thought this was one-eyed Odin, come to torment her, and she reared her head back to strike. Then he turned, and peered at her from under his brim, and she saw that it was Loki the dissembler, Loki the quick-witted, Loki her father whose form was hard to remember, even for her, since it changed subtly not only from day to day but from moment to moment. He raised his hat, and his bright curls sprang out. He grinned.
‘Well met, daughter. I see you grow, you prosper.’