Mothers of Gods
A message from Ingeborg, my dad’s (Áskunnr) mother, and our grandmother, who helped our dads raise us. Translated from Norrœnt (Old Norse).
My name is Ingeborg. For those who have read “Úlfheimr: The Dark Age”, I am the mother of our king and god. I am best known for having the tendency to be in the wrong place when going into labor: From an Air France plane on our way back home in Norway from Montana, to Russia from having inadvertently crossed the border picking cloudberries, to a wedding in Sweden. Requiring the father of my boys to go through great lengths, every time, to ensure our boys are born on Norwegian soil. I am also the woman who got drunk on mead while in labor and flying into Lillehammer from Sweden in a float plane. I laugh every time I remember the look of disapproval on the nurses directed at the father.