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Vikingatid |26/06, 2026
For people during the Viking Age and long after, the world was not empty between the trees, underground, or by the water.
It was populated. Not just by people and animals – but by something more.
Giants. Beings. Present, but not always visible.
In our time, we often see nature as something we move in. For people in the past, it was the opposite.
People lived in nature – and nature lived back. Forests, mountains, water and farms could all have their own inhabitants. Not always visible, but still present. It wasn't something you necessarily saw – but something you knew was there.
Goblins were often tied to a specific place. A farm, a rock, a hill. They could be small, invisible, or just a glimpse. But they were not insignificant. Quite the opposite.
Goblins could directly influence life. A farm where people showed respect could have luck, a good harvest, and healthy animals. A place where people disturbed or ignored the gnomes could have the opposite effect.
It wasn't about fear. It was about balance.
In addition to the goblins, there were other beings. Those who lived in the forest, in the water or on the border between worlds. They could be alluring, dangerous or just strange.
The waterside. Fairies in the mist. Forest creatures moving between the trees.
Often they were linked to specific times and places. Dusk. Dawn. Still water. Thick fog. Transitions.
There were no laws about how to relate to beings. But there were rules nonetheless.
You knew you had to show respect. Not disturb unnecessarily. Not take more than you needed. Sometimes give something back.
It was a form of silent agreement. Not between people – but between the person and the place.
It can be tempting to see goblins and creatures as fairy tales. But they also say something about how the world was perceived.
Nature was not neutral. It was alive, filled with will and presence. It created a different relationship to the environment. One where you were not above nature – but were part of it.
Even though we don't talk about leprechauns in the same way today, the traces remain.
In stories. In traditions. In the feeling of certain places. Places that feel still, old or difficult to really explain.
Maybe that's where they live on. Not as something we see. But as something we can still sense.