Good, as long as she was listening that was what mattered. He had met different people from different cultures who had different gods and different stories but this was as close to home as he could get, telling these tales. It was a rather long story, but he tried his best to speak very clearly, his accented voice pronouncing the unique names of people and places with a sort of grace and melody. Ragnar encouraged her with a smile, keeping an eye on her the whole time, making sure she was conscious and taking note of her blood-loss along the way, those details away in the back of his mind to assure that if she was to go too pale, he could assist her however he could.
His hands continued moving, he continued speaking. His voice hushed slightly, but the passion still remained, the call to attentions. He held up three fingers before moving one. "Odin, and his brothers Vili, and Vé, descended upon Ymir in a horrifying battle. Using all of their strength they managed to kill the giant whose blood spouted out with such force in every direction."
Ragnar's hands separated, pushing outward to each side of his body to illustrate the force of the idea, then he brought them back in.
"And it was from Ymir's remains that the world was created. The three brothers dragged the boy of the giant towards the centre of Ginnungagap. The blood was transformed into oceans and water. The flesh became lands, the bones mountains, his teeth made into rocks. His hair became the grass and trees and eyelashes became Midgard, the earth. They threw his brain high up into the air it became the clouds, his skull became the sky and it was the lid that covered the new world. So you see, despite blood and carnage there can always be something beautiful that comes from pain."
A pause and a small smile. "You're teeth like blades for battle, your body changing to fit the sea. Yet unlike Ymir you are far from dead, but alive and able to meld yourself into something so beautiful as the earth is."
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His hands continued moving, he continued speaking. His voice hushed slightly, but the passion still remained, the call to attentions. He held up three fingers before moving one. "Odin, and his brothers Vili, and Vé, descended upon Ymir in a horrifying battle. Using all of their strength they managed to kill the giant whose blood spouted out with such force in every direction."
Ragnar's hands separated, pushing outward to each side of his body to illustrate the force of the idea, then he brought them back in.
"And it was from Ymir's remains that the world was created. The three brothers dragged the boy of the giant towards the centre of Ginnungagap. The blood was transformed into oceans and water. The flesh became lands, the bones mountains, his teeth made into rocks. His hair became the grass and trees and eyelashes became Midgard, the earth. They threw his brain high up into the air it became the clouds, his skull became the sky and it was the lid that covered the new world. So you see, despite blood and carnage there can always be something beautiful that comes from pain."
A pause and a small smile. "You're teeth like blades for battle, your body changing to fit the sea. Yet unlike Ymir you are far from dead, but alive and able to meld yourself into something so beautiful as the earth is."