God and Jötunn.

A little bit of both. The wry smile that winds between the fjords and mountains. The whispers that creeps through houses. High above and down below. As a pillar and foundation, but also unpredictable in its shape and apperance.

This font is created to retain the deep roots of norse and the spilled blood that never dried.

Hveðrungr. Loke.
This is Floki.