Hofund

Tiella gasped as the swords name was revealed. Hofund "the key." There had been another sword by that name and it had been used to activate the Bifrost, the link between Midgard and Asgard. Shattered during the Ragnarok, just as its bearer was broken by the betrayal of Loki Odinson. Why had the witch given this new weapon that name.

She took in the sight of the blade, longer and heavier now than its twin sires. Dyvia cooled it in the water trough and brought it to the grinder for sharpening. A single turn of the wheel was all that was needed to show the power of the blade. It had left the forge sharp, a thing unheard of and placing it against the grindstone did naught but produce sparks.

Jorrik stepped forward and took it, struggling under its weight. Hastily he wrapped the pommel in leather straps intertwining the old black and white into a laced pattern. Tiella could not take her eyes from the shimmering blade both light and dark all at once. It seemed to pull her in.

Jorrik quickly covered it with a nearby sheet and then wrapped it in leather thongs. He hurried outside with the sword under his arm and saw Cali kneeling in the snow before a pool of her own vomit. He reached down and lifted her to her feet and the two exchanged a long gaze before leaned in and lightly kissed her forehead.

"My thanks." he breathed and then turned to seek out the Jotun. He spotted Erik quickly standing nearby and walked over to him. The giant peered down with interest but said nothing as Jorrik offered up the shrouded blade.

"My friend would you carry this blade until it is needed? At all costs it must remain covered."