Njord's Wall
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Thanks for the check-in, Dad. Things have been pretty awful, actually. You know, girl troubles.
Gerd still refusing to give you the time of day? Try sending her flowers! Or a bushel of fish. Worked like a charm
You're giving your son advice on his love life? After your stubbornness basically destroyed our marriage? That's rich.
I believe there were two people in that relationship. And you weren't the one who was forced into it against your will.
Just wanted to say thanks for a good haul of cod this season. Can we ask one more little favor? How about a mild winter and calm waters?
Well a winter's not winter without a few good storms! But I'll try to be moderate with the winds.
Awesome, thanks! My village will continue to honor your name (nothing new, I know).
Taking a walk by the ocean. Is there any sound more beautiful than the roar of the waves and the songs of sea birds? I love my job.
Yes: the howling of the wolves in a mountain pass. I couldn't even sleep in your precious Nóatún thanks to the screeching of those horrible birds.
Do we really have to do this again? I get it: you were unhappy here. Now you're back home in the mountains, so let's just agree to disagree, OK?
I visited Frey, just like you asked me to. Turns out his bad mood is just lovesickness for the giantess Gerd—she refuses to marry him. He's really got it bad.
Hmmm. A slick-tongued go-between could work wonders. And nobody's smoother than you, Skirnir. What do you say?
Um…
Yes, my lord.
Hi Njord! I'm planning a little dinner for some visiting dignitaries from Olympus, and I'd love for you to come. One of them—Poseidon—is dying to compare notes with you about, um, fish and things.
