Part of being a young nerd is your “phases” don’t go away when you move on to a new obsession. Before my Doctor Who phase, I had a Norse mythology phase and a Marvel phase. So Young Noah is really excited about Thor: Ragnarok.
I don’t know anything about the Marvel version of Ragnarok, but I know how the mythological one is supposed to go down. Pardon me while I nerd out about it. Spoilers…maybe?
The Asgardians and the Frost Giants have at it once and for all. Loki, infamous triple agent for both sides, shows up on a ship built out of the fingernails and toenails of the dead (no, seriously). He brings his kids: a wolf that famously bit off war god Tyr’s hand and a serpent that usually acts as the Earth’s equator.
Tyr and Odin work together to kill the wolf. Loki and Heimdall turn into leopard seals (no, seriously) and tear each other to shreds. Thor kills the serpent but gets poison drool on his face, so he dies, and then a dead frost giant lands on top of him. When the smoke clears, only the obscure Norse gods are left, plus all the women who stayed home. They all roll up the rainbow bridge and play chess for the rest of eternity.
Meanwhile, the world ends. The sun and the moon get eaten by wolves. The World Tree falls on the Norns of Destiny (think the Three Fates from Hercules). And all the people are dead except a guy named Life and a woman named The Stubborn Will to Live. A new god comes down from the Highest Heaven and restarts the world.
That last part was probably tacked onto the myth by Christians trying to convert the Norse people. But that was only possible because the Norse gods are unlike any other gods: they’re not immortal. There are no stories of heroes like Hercules in Norse myths because the gods themselves, like Thor, are vulnerable enough to be the subject of their own heroic stories. The Marvel comics and movies get that right, at least.
I like to think I’m free to enjoy the Norse myths and Marvel’s Thor without compromising my faith because there’s room for monotheism in there.
“There’s only one God, ma’am. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”
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