Norse Vengeance: Frigga’s 24-Hour Hitman
Frigga’s nightmares foretold Baldr’s death. She forced every force in creation—swords, storms, stones—to swear oaths never to harm him. Only mistletoe escaped her list: too fragile, too innocent.
The gods celebrated Baldr’s invincibility by hurling weapons at him. Axes bounced. Spears shattered. Then Loki slid a mistletoe dart into blind Höðr’s hand. One throw later, Baldr lay dead.
Frigga’s grief curdled into fury. She summoned Vali—Odin’s son by the giantess Rindr—demanding instant vengeance. Vali was born at dawn, grew to adulthood by noon, and slew Höðr by dusk. A life compressed into a day for a single purpose: retribution.
The Takeaway: When gods outsource vengeance, they expedite shipping.
Hindu Vengeance: Vinata’s Cosmic Debt Collector
Vinata lost a celestial bet to her sister Kadru over a horse’s tail color. The stakes? Slavery. Her punishment stemmed from impatience: she cracked her first egg early, birthing Aruna—a half-formed son who cursed her with servitude. "You’ll be a slave until your other son frees you."
The second egg hatched Garuda, erupting into the world fully formed and furious. Shape-shifter. Serpent-devourer. Living weapon. To break Vinata’s chains, he stole the elixir of immortality from heaven, traded it to Kadru’s serpent-sons, then made snakes his permanent prey. Their bargain meant nothing; he still hunts them like fast food.
The Takeaway: Some sons arrive pre-vengeance enabled. Snakes are always on the menu.
The Unholy Parallels
Mothers Unleashed:
Frigga weaponized prophecy’s grief.
Vinata weaponized her own curse.
Both turned sons into guided missiles.
Flawed Beginnings:
Frigga ignored the harmless (mistletoe).
Vinata rushed the incomplete (Aruna’s egg).
Oversights became fatal.
Instant-Grow Avengers:
Vali aged a lifetime in hours to execute kin.
Garuda hatched ready to raze snake kingdoms.
Vengeance brooks no childhood.
Collateral Damage:
Höðr died for Loki’s trick.
All serpents inherited Garuda’s wrath.
Innocence is myth’s first casualty.
Final Wisdom:
The cosmos keeps a ledger.
Mothers write the entries.
Sons are the collection agency.
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