As the Ice Age came to an end with the first Vikings claiming the land just abandoned by the ice and putting themselves at the mercy of their gods as follows as told by one of the giants, Jotnar...

BADER, the God of Beauty, wasn't good to me,
born in the company of DWARVES among the rocks,
those malicious and teasing little Leprechauns that
worked hard weaving a kilt made of fears for my soul,
a crib donated by the Winter God, the cold HOOR,
and abandoned by FRYGG, Goddess of Motherhood.

I asked TYR, the Justice God, why I was rejected
even by the most gracious FREYJA, Goddess of Love,
and let LOKI, Trickster God of Mischief to make
miserable my life with JOTUNS, the giant trolls,
disregarding the consequences if I get the power
in my hands from VIDAR, ultimate revenge's God.

With a hammer pounding in the face of all skies,
broken was the silence by the God of Thunder, THOR,
saying, sleeping men don't deserve to wear the name,
VIKING is the name for warrior wearing swords,
those ones sailing fearless with a dragon on the bow,
guided thousand horizons by ODIN, the God of War.

SAGA, an obscure mythology goddess wrote the story,
"fallen warriors went with RAN, Keeper of the Drowned,
sailing on a pyre towards the final port, VALHALLA,
where unbearable pain and where flesh was wounded
EIR, the Goddess of healing, will be trying to mend it,
as HOENIR, the Silent God, will an eternity bestow."

BALDER wasn't good to me, he only made me big,
black eyes, a giant JOTNAR, with no hair of gold,
which the VALKYRIES, Maidens of ODIN, eyes
will see me like an horrendous fighting demon, not
even allowed to drown, by NJORD, God of the Seas
or even desired by the Goddess of Earth, JORD.

But I am a giant, fearless, a VIKING with a big sword,
BALDER wasn't good to me, or all the Goddesses,
not even one of all those narcissistic Gods;
I got the power now, from VIDAR the Revengeful God
and with the wood of many grievances I will light a pyre
and bring to all of them their final RAGNAROK!!!