Now they are bringing her to be my bride. But one thing I lack, the beautiful Freya for my wife. I have many goats and sheep, a multitude of black-eared oxen, chests brimming with jewels and every possession that a giant could delight in. He called out: “Giants - set out the benches and the tables for a feast. Together they left the land of the gods and reached the realm of the giants. “Truly, you are the loveliest bride I ever did see,” swore Loki. Then she placed her necklace, the wondrous work of dwarfs around his neck so that it shone upon his breast. Freya chose a long dress for him with flowers and precious gems embroidered into its hem. The goddesses set a pretty cap upon his head. Thor saw that he must go along with the plan, for in times of trouble the gods help one another. If you do not agree, then, my friend, the giants will soon be here in Asgard wielding the mighty hammer against us and smashing down the walls of this very palace.” If you agree to this, then I shall dress up as your bridesmaid and stand by your side on your big day. When the ‘far famed’ gods and goddesses had finally stopped laughing, Loki stepped forth and declared: “Thor, don’t you see, the deception will be a fine trick to play on Thrym the thief. “I shall not be unmanned!” thundered Thor. “Now come on Thor my boy, why these angry scowls and growls? Cheer up, for today you shall wed Thrym the king of the giants.” Let Freya’s necklace, the wondrous work of dwarfs, shine upon your breast.” Choose a long dress, with flowers and precious gems embroidered into its hem. This is what he said: “Thor, take the bridal veil. He knew the future well, and his advice was always worthy of attention. There spoke Heimdall, whitest of the gods, the sleepless watcher of the world. The ‘far famed’ gods and goddesses came to a council to decide. Then she took off her mighty necklace, the wondrous work of the dwarfs who live beneath the ground, and lashed the thunder god with it. If you think I’m going to wed a giant then you’ve got another thing coming! You’ve lost your hammer eight miles under? Well here’s my advice to you. You must have lost what's left of your tiny little mind my big brutish friend. So cheer up, put on a smile sweetheart, today is your wedding day.” In times of trouble we gods always help one another. He has hidden it eight miles under, and there is no other solution. You must marry the giant king Thrym before he will return my hammer. Let your necklace, the wondrous work of dwarfs, shine upon your breast. Choose a long dress with flowers and precious gems embroidered into its hem. “Freya, take the bridal veil,” said Thor. And straight away the two gods made their way to the lovely house of Freya, she of the long golden hair. Loki set down beside him.Īnd Loki replied: “Thrym has buried it eight miles under and will not return it until Freya is his wife.” Thor was waiting in the courtyard of the palace. His feathers whirled as he winged his way across the sky, leaving the land of the giants, and reaching the realm of the gods. “I’ve buried the hammer of Thor eight miles under, and I shall not return it until Freya is my wife.”
You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” “The gods are doing far from well,” replied Loki, “and the elves little better. When Loki set down beside him, Thrym knew him right away. He sat on a hill, making gold chains for his dogs. The feathers whirled as he winged his way across the sky, leaving the land of the gods, and reaching the realm of the giants. When Loki had wrapped himself in the wonderful garment he looked just like a hawk. “Even if it were made of silver or gold I would let you have it, for we gods help one another in times of trouble.” “Freya, will you lend me your cloak?” he asked. Loki first called on the lovely house of Freya, she of the long golden hair and the cloak of feathers. Let me prove my hunch, and then, we shall see what we can do.”
“Mjolnir is our main weapon against the giants… which leads me to think that it was most probably a giant who stole it. He had as many tricks as a fire has sparks. Now Loki, he was a different kind of god. The task called for brains, which he did not have in quite such quantity as brawn. Thor, when at last he grew weary of rage, vowed to get back his hammer. The human priests called out: “People, hide! The sky is falling down!” The clouds blackened, whizzed around the sky, smashed into one another, and turned into hard cold rain. The sun ran scared and hid behind the horizon. how his tantrum shook the ground and quivered the treetops. In the morning, Thor discovered the lack of his hammer. One night, when Thor was snoring (and that was pretty noisy, I can tell you), a giant tip-toed by his bed and stole Mjolnir.
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