The Cult
Ratatoskr received no cult, and nothing in the Norse world suggests anyone ever addressed a prayer to him. His entire medieval existence is two passages — one stanza of Grímnismál and one chapter of Snorri's Gylfaginning — and two passages are not the foundation of a sanctuary: no runestone invokes him, no votive deposit names him, no place-name or legal formula preserves his cult, and no saga reports a rite performed in his honour. The medieval North did not worship even Yggdrasill, on whose trunk he runs; the squirrels the skalds knew were real animals of the northern forests, pressed here into cosmic service as the one creature of the tree defined by speech rather than appetite. What later centuries have made of him is reverence of a wholly different order: modern Heathen and Ásatrú retellings keep him running as the emblem of malicious speech — a literary devotion to a literary creature, with no ancient or medieval rite standing behind it.


