Kvasir was the Norse god whose blood became the first mead, a drink that made a poet out of those who imbibed it. This drink, blood fermented with honey, was the motive for several murders, and wound up in the hands of the god of poets and inspired ecstasy, Odin.

The story of Kvasir is one level another John Barleycorn story – he dies to make mead, just as Barleycorn did to make beer – we know that Kvasir was supposed to be the wisest of the gods, and that mead was supposed to bestow poetic inspiration. The sharing of wisdom is another concern in this story, since Kvasir shared freely with all he met, and died for it.

Who is Kvasir?

“Once upon a time, the gods of Asgarth created a man they called “Kvasir”. He was the wisest of all the sons of Midgarth, his only problem being his lack of immortality.” (Snævarr: 1)

There are two origins for Kvasir. He:

  1. came as an extra hostage from the Vanir.
  2. came from the peace agreement itself, when both parties spat in a vat and the Aesir then brought the spittle to life.

So in one story he’s a Van, and this origin emphasizes the generosity of the Vanir, who added an extra hostage to their “best men”, Njord and Freyr. The other also has a sharing element, as both parties spit in a vat to seal the peace agreement, but makes the Aesir superior by having them realize the potential stored in that vat, and magically turn it into a person.

Odin went out with a great army against the Vanaland people; but they were well prepared, and defended their land; so that victory was changeable, and they ravaged the lands of each other, and did great damage. They tired of this at last, and on both sides appointed a meeting for establishing peace, made a truce, and exchanged hostages. The Vanaland people sent their best men, Njord the Rich, and his son Frey. The people of Asaland sent a man called Hone, whom they thought well suited to be a chief, as he was a stout and very handsome man; and with him they sent a man of great understanding called Mime. On the other side, the Vanaland people sent the wisest man in their community, who was called Kvase.
(Ynglinga saga ch. 4 Laing’s trans.)

The gods had a dispute with the folk which are called Vanir, and they appointed a peace-meeting between them and established peace in this way: they each went to a vat and spat their spittle therein. Then at parting the gods took that peace-token and would not let it perish, but shaped thereof a man. This man is called Kvasir, and he was so wise that none could question him concerning anything but that he knew the solution. He travelled widely through the world teaching people knowledge…
(Skald. 57 Faulkes’ trans.)


The mead of poetry

This is a long myth, told by Snorri as following on from the story of how Kvasir was born from the gods’ spit. (Note that chewing things to make them ferment has a long history, using the enzymes in spit to break the carbs in grains and fruit down into sugars for the yeast to work on.) Kvasir then travelled around sharing his knowledge, but two dwarfs took exception to this and killed him.

They then mixed his blood with honey1 (another magical substance) and set it to ferment in the three containers. They caused the deaths of two giants, and their son, Suttung (Drunk) took the mead as compensation. Odin then deceived first Suttung and then his daughter Gunnlod to get hold of the mead.

Odin escaped in eagle form, and when he reached Asgard he spat the mead he had drunk into containers. (Snorri adds that Odin gives it to the Aesir and those skilled in poetry, but what Odin excreted while Sutting was chasing him was the bad poets’ share.)

Kvasir’s name might make you think he was a mere personification of alcoholic drink, since it comes from the same source as the Russian kvass, (Puhvel: 210) going back to a Proto-Indo-European kwat, or else proto-Germanic –kvass, to crush. (Sturtevant: 1150) The story of how his blood was mixed with honey (see below) and fermented in two vats and a cauldron called Odrerir, or Mind-Stirrer, does sound like an allegory of fermentation.

However, the place of mead (and other alcoholic drinks such as ale) in Norse myth is far more important than that. The stories of Mimir and Kvasir both emphasize how Odin’s magic and desire for wisdom led him to preserve the knowledge that the two gods possessed after their untimely deaths.

While he stored Mimir’s knowledge away for his own use, Kvasir’s can be shared with anyone who drinks it; and although the mead of poetry is supposed to be reserved for the god himself and poets, the myth explicitly tells us that even bad poets get a small share of it.

Sharing vs. Hoarding

I think the mead of poetry angle on Kvasir’s story has been pretty thoroughly explored. (Links at the bottom if you want to follow it up.) Maybe I watched too much Sesame Street as a child, but I’ve always been struck by the contrast between Kvasir’s generosity and the meanness of the dwarves. Kvasir’s openness dies with him; when Odin takes the mead it becomes the property of an elite.

I cut off my quote from Skald. 57 right at the point where Kvasir meets the two dwarfs, who lure him to a private meeting and kill him. The contrast between Kvasir’s openness and their secretive, grudging nature is evident. (Perhaps the dwarfs, who often guard treasure, did not approve of this openness.)

If you follow the Ynglinga saga version of the story, the Vanir add Kvasir to their hostages as a way of demonstrating generosity (and status; they can afford to give away people of this caliber). Then Kvasir, wisest of men, travels about sharing his wisdom freely, with any who ask him, like many wise teachers throughout history.

This fits with the nature of the Vanir: Njord the wealthy, who could give riches to all who asked him, and his two children, who govern the good things of this world. The Vanir also seem to have been the travelling gods, whose cult statues used to progress around the countryside so that their worshippers could see them and be seen.2

Then the story goes funnel-shaped: from wisdom being shared freely to being held in three containers, which then go even further underground as the giant hides them in a cave. Odin opens up the story again by boring into the cave and stealing the mead. But knowledge and inspiration will not be everyone’s for the asking anymore. (Or, as TV Tropes would say, this is why we can’t have nice things.)

Kvasir’s wisdom still gets passed on, though. According to Snorri, the dwarfs turned his blood “into the mead that whoever drinks from which becomes a poet or a scholar.” (Faulkes: 62) In a way, this myth argues that “information wants to be free”, as the dwarfs accidentally affirm.

When the Aesir go looking for Kvasir, the dwarfs tell them that he “suffocated in intelligence because there was no one there educated enough to ask him questions.”3 In a myth full of spit, swallowing and vomit, one moral seems to be holding in wisdom is bad for you.

1. To make the blood taste nicer?
2. You could argue that the travelling around to spread wisdom synthesizes the traits of the Aesir and Vanir.
3. John Lindow (206) says this is one of the few really funny moments in Norse myth.

References and Links:

The Poetic Edda, Carolyne Larrington (trans.) Oxford UP, 1996.
Edda, Snorri Sturluson/Anthony Faulkes, Everyman Press, Penguin, 1992. (reprint)

Lindow, John 2001: Norse Mythology: A Guide to the Gods, Heroes, Rituals and Beliefs, OUP, New York and Oxford.
Puhvel, Jaan 1987: Comparative Mythology, The John Hopkins University Press.
Simek, Rudolf (trans. Angela Hall) 1996: Dictionary of Northern Mythology, D. S. Brewer, Cambridge.
Snævarr, S. (2001). The Mead of the Giant. On Literature and Discourse Ethics. The Nordic Journal of Aesthetics, 13(23). (pdf here)
Sturtevant, Alfred Morey 1952: “Etymological Comments upon Certain Old Norse Proper Names in the Eddas,” PMLA 67/7 (Dec. 1952): 1145-62. (JSTOR)

Ynglinga saga (from Heimskringla)
Norse Mythology for Smart People
The Mead of Poetry
Hurstwic on the mead
Wikipedia entry on Kvasir
Ydalir entry on Kvasir

NPR on kvass
A more technical look at chewing for fermentation
Chicha: saliva-fermented beer

For the image at the top, click here.

2 thoughts on “Kvasir

  1. maartenmijmert

    I Always thought that Kvasir was presented as the perfect mediator, having been made from the essence of every As and Van, he perfectly understood everybody’s personal POV, but he also had the perfect outsider view. He had no relationship any individual or grouping. I think this is how many many many disputes can be easily solved, by having someone that is both able and trusted to know both POV’s and explain them in a manner that the other understands. But the ability to know and respect another’s POV is destroyed by greed, the desire to OWN the wisdom and reliability that comes with impartiality. Not to use it, but to own it. By the time his wisdom was reclaimed, the Vanir had been fully absorbed into the Aesir, and so the wisdom from the perspective of everyone and therefore noone found another purpose, in the minds of poets, skalds and other artists. Who’se art reflect a unique insight in our universalliy shared experience.

    (why can’t I write blogposts on my own, but yours inspire me to respond with essentially a blogpost of my own!?!). Im organising a Heathens Café regarding Wisdom next month, I’m definatly going to make use of your perspective on Kvasir.

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  2. solsdottir Post author

    I love your comment – I hadn’t thought of Kvasir as mediator, but of course it makes perfect sense. (Who could be wiser than someone created by two groups of gods?)
    For myself, I often find that reading other people’s ideas spark off my own, but then developing them for 1000 words or so feels so tiresome. I wish I read Dutch so I could follow your blog without Google translate.

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