The Cult
There was no cult of Hrungnir — no sanctuary, festival, votive, or inscription anywhere names him, and a giant who exists to lose one duel was never a candidate for altars. The myth's one trace in lived practice is a taboo: Snorri ends the story by warning that whetstones must never be thrown across the floor, and Scandinavian folk custom preserved the prohibition long enough for nineteenth-century folklore collectors to note it — a giant's duel fossilized in household etiquette. Beyond that, the honest record is that Hrungnir's entire ancient existence is literary, a skald's poem and Snorri's retelling. Modern reverence or repurposing belongs to revival and genre fiction, not to any recoverable Viking-Age practice.


