'Dress yourself in bridal linen,' said Thor. Thrym, the lord of giants, has your hammer but no one can win Mjöllnir from him, unless he brings to him fair Freyja as a bride.'įorthwith they rushed to find fair Freyja. Loki said, 'Yes, my labors met with success. Sitting causes one to forget, and lying causes one to lie.' He said, 'Were your labors successful? Tell me the tidings before you land. He left behind the world of giants and winged his way back to the world of the gods.

Loki flew away, the feathered coat rustling. No one can win it back from me, unless he brings to me fair Freyja as a bride.' Thrym said, 'Yes, I have hidden Thor's hammer eight leagues deep in the earth. Tell me, have you hidden the Thunderer's hammer?' Loki said, 'It is ill with the Æsir it is ill with the elves. He said, 'How are the Æsir? How are the elves? Why have you come to Jotunheim?' Thrym, the lord of giants, sat upon a mound, smoothing his horses' manes and twisting golden halters for his hounds. Then Loki put on the feathered coat and, leaving Asgard, winged his way to Jotunheim, the world of giants. 'Freyja,' said Thor, 'will you lend me your feathered coat to help me seek my hammer?'įreyja said, 'I would lend it to you even if it were made of gold or silver.' He shouted to Loki, 'My hammer has been stolen! No one in heaven or on earth can know what a loss this is for me!'įorthwith they rushed to Freyja's shining halls. He shook his shaggy head, and his beard bristled with anger as he groped around him.

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