Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - Norse Mythology - Loki's Punishment and Sigurd's Youth (Premium)

Episode Date: November 6, 2025

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If you have, you'll probably like The History of Egypt podcast. Every week, we explore tales of this ancient culture. The history of Egypt is available. wherever you get your podcasting fix. Come, let me introduce you to the world of ancient Egypt. Hello and welcome to the Sleep Cove Premium episode. Tonight, I'm reading two Norse myths. The first is called Loki's Punishment, and it's the tale of how Loki finally got his comeuppance for all his evil deeds. The second, is called Sigurd's youth and tells the origins story of Sigurd,

the Norse legend and hero who was descended from Odin. There'll be some more Sigurd stories coming up, so this is an important story to listen to, to realise his origins. This is a premium episode, available at sleepcove.com slash support. Please go there to sign up and you'll get access to our premium feed including all episodes ad-free as well as dozens of exclusive episodes.

You'll also get access to our three other podcasts, Mysteries at Midnight, Calm Cove and That's Begin, as well as your name read out on the show. So here's a little preview of the episode. I hope you enjoy it. when all the women of the household were sitting around her, spinning wool by the light of torches in the hall, the queen mother said to the one who wore the queenie garb, Thou art good at rising in the morning, how dost thou know in the dark hours when it wears to dawn? The one clad in the queenie garb said, When I was young, I used to rise to me,

milk the cows, and I awaken ever since at the same hour. The Queen Mother said to herself, It is a strange country in which the royal maids rise to milk the cows. Then she said to the one who wore the clothes of the serving-maid, how doused thou know in the dark hours when the dawn is coming? My father, she said, gave me a ring of gold that I wear, and always, before it is time to rise, I feel it grow cold on my finger. It is a strange country truly, said the Queen Mother to herself, in which the serving maids wear rings of gold.

When all the others had left, she spoke to the two women who had been brought into her country, to the one who wore the clothes of a serving maid, she said, Thou art the queen. Then the one who wore the queenly clothes said, Thou art right lady. She is the queen, and I cannot any longer pretend to be other than I am. Then the other woman spoke, said she, I am the queen, as thou hast said,

said, the queen of King Sigmund, who was slain. Because a king sought for me, I changed clothes with my serving maid, my wish to baffle those who might be sent to carry me away. Know that I am Yardis, a king's daughter. Many men came to my father to ask for me in marriage, and of those that came there were two whom I heard much of. One was King Lagnay and the other was King Sigmund of the race of the Valsongs. The king my father told me it was for me to choose between the two. Now King Sigmund was old, but he was the most famous warrior in the whole world. and I chose him rather than King Ligney.

We were wed, but King Ligney did not lose desire for me, and in a while he came against King Sigmund's kingdom with a great army of men. We hid our treasure by the seashore, and I, my maid, watched the battle from the borders of the forest. With the help of Graham, his wondrous sword, and his own great warrior strength, Sigmund was able to harry the great force that came against him, but suddenly he was stricken down. Then was the battle lost.

Only king Ligny's men survived it, and they scattered to search for me and the treasure of the king. I came to where my lord lay on the field of battle, and he raised himself on his shield when I came, and he told me that death was very near him. A stranger had entered the battle at the time when it seemed that the men of King Elagney must draw away. With the spear that he held in his hand, he struck Exigman's sword, and Graham, the wondrous sword, was broken in two pieces. Then did King Sigmund get his death wound.

It must be I shall die, he said. For the spear against which my sword broke was Gungdhya, Odin's spear. Only that spear could have shattered the sword that Odin gave my father's. Now I must go to Valhalla, Odin's Hall of Heroes. I weep, I said, because I have no son who might call himself of the great race of the Valsungs. For that you need not weep, said Sigmund. A son will be born to you, my son and yours, and you shall name him, Saguern. Now take the broken pieces of my wondrous sword

And give them to my son When he shall be of a warrior age Then did Sigmund turn his face to the ground And the death struggle came on him Odin's Valkyrie took his spirit from the battlefield And I lifted up the broken pieces of the sword And with my serving maid I went and hid in a deep dell in the forest.

Then your husband and your son found us and they brought us to your kingdom where we have been kindly treated, O Queen. Such was the history that Yaudis, the wife of King Sigmund, told to the mother of Prince Alf. Soon afterwards, the child was born to her that was Sigmund's son. Sigurd, she named him,

and after Sigurd was born, the old king died, and Prince Elve became king in his stead. He married Yardis, she of the ready hair, the inflinching ways, and the high beauty, and he brought up her son, Sigurd, in his house, as his foster son. Sigurd, the son of Sigmund, before he came to warrior's age, was known for his strength and his swiftness, and for the fearlessness that shone around him like a glow.

Mighty was the race he sprang from, the Vossong race, men said. But Sagerd will be as mighty as any that has gone before him. He built himself a hut in the forest that he might hunt wild beasts and live near to one who was to train him in many crafts. This one was Regan, a maker of swords and a cunning man besides. It was said of Regan that he was an enchanter and that he had been in the world for longer than the generation of men. No one remembered, nor no one father's remembered, when Regin had come into the country. He taught Sagerd the art of working in metals, and he taught him too the law of other days. But ever as he taught him, he looked at Sagerd strangely, not as a man looks at his fellow,

but as a lynx looks at a stronger beast. One day Regan said to young Sigurd, King Alv has thy father's treasure, men say, and yet he treats thee as if thou wert Threlborn. Nelsigurd knew that Regan said this that he might anger him, and thereafter use him to his own ends. He said, King Alv is a wise and good king, and he would let me have riches if I had a need of them.

Thou dost go about as a footboy, and not as a king's son, said Regin. Any day that it likes me, I might have a horse to ride, Sigurd said. Dow thou dost say, said Regin, and he turned from Sigurd, and went to blow the fire of his smithy. Sigurd was made angry, and he threw down the irons on which he was working, and he ran to the horse pastures by the Great River. A herd of horses were there,

grey and black, and roan and chestnut, but the best of the horses that King Elve possessed, as he came near to where the herd grazed, He saw a stranger near, an ancient but robust man, wearing a strange cloak of blue, and leaning on a staff to watch the horses. Sigurd, though young, had seen kings in their halls, but this man had a bearing that was more lofty than any kings he had ever looked on. I hope you enjoyed the preview.

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