The Cult
No one built Jǫrmungandr a temple, and the evidence says no one tried. The serpent is cosmography, not cult: Old Norse ritual life left it no sanctuary, no festival, no priesthood, and no votive — to worship the doom of the gods would have been a strange piety. What survives of its 'cult' is linguistic. Within generations of the Conversion, skaldic poets were folding its name into kennings for the sea, the way sailors everywhere turn monsters into geography; the beast survived baptism precisely because it had become a way of speaking, not of praying. The material record agrees: no amulet, altar, or burial names it. The modern Heathen kindreds who pour a horn to the world-serpent today are practicing an imaginative devotion, not restoring an attested one — and the distinction is worth keeping.