The Cult
No one in the Viking Age is known to have sacrificed to Sif. The record is honest and empty: no runestone, no grave-goods, no place-name certainly contains her name, and no saga reports a temple, a priestess, or a feast-day kept in her honor. What the corpus gives her instead is a household — she is the kinship-bond at the centre of Þórr's blended family — and it is worth resisting the temptation to build her an ancient harvest-cult on the strength of Grimm's later corn-gold reading of her hair. The worship she receives is modern: Ásatrú and Heathen kindreds pour mead for her at harvest-tide as the golden-haired one. That revival is sincere, but it is a revival, and an honest account must mark the eleven centuries between the last Eddic scribe and the first modern altar raised to her.


