Kindling Spirits Picture

Okay, this is a pun name I make no apologies for. My conscience wouldn't allow me to name it anything else.

This is a bit of a lineart doodle that popped out while I was at a friend's house earlier this evening. I didn't have the best materials available so the lineart came out choppy, and I don't doubt in the slightest that I'll be taking it down in a few days, but I suppose it pleases me to share yet more weird story ideas with y'all.

It's sort of a concept-in-a-nutshell for a story of mine (yes, another one) based on Norse mythology. Here be TL;DR:

The Vikings feared Ragnarokk, the end of the world. What they didn't know was that it had already happened. The stories they told about the end-of-days were stories of the real battle that had taken place hundreds of years before--stories passed down by the beings they knew as the Aesir (Norse gods). There were three factions at Ragnarokk: the frost giants who were in it to kill the Aesir, the Aesir who were in it to kill the frost giants, and the spirits of the fire-world of Muspelheim, who were in it to burn the whole thing to the ground and have a good time. The fire-spirits were led by a fire-demon called Surtr, who Did Not Play Well With Others.

After the battle was over, the few remaining Aesir and giants realized that Surtr--who'd managed to nearly destroy the whole earth while he was having his fun--was looking to be a much bigger problem than their own, currently exhausted traditional enemies. The two joined forces to kidnap Sinmora, Surtr's weaponsmith, and hold her hostage against Surtr's good behavior. Since Surtr accidentally destroyed Earth practically every time he sneezed, they hid Sinmora's spirit in a series of very, very mortal bodies: he loses his temper, Earth goes kaflooey, and so does she.

Which brings me to this. Sinmora's current unwitting vessel is a disabled ex-soldier named Ellie Henriksen, who was nearly KO'd by an IED in Afghanistan and is clearly not prepared to deal with a fire-lord speaking to her in the language of volcanoes. She's freaked, confused, intrigued, and can't shake the sense that this is all a little too familiar . . .
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