Víðarr

Víðarr is the silent god, and the one the whole long doom of the Norse waits on. Odin's son, he barely speaks and barely acts through all the myths — until the very end. For at Ragnarök, when the wolf Fenrir breaks free and swallows the Allfather, it is Víðarr who avenges him: setting one foot in a great thick shoe made from all the leather-scraps men have ever cut from their shoes, he treads down the wolf's lower jaw, grips the upper, and tears the monster apart. He is one of the few gods fated to survive the burning of the world and walk into the green earth that rises after. The silent son who outlasts the talking gods, the avenger held in reserve across the whole mythology for the one act that is his — Víðarr is the North's image of the patience that waits out even the end of the world.