Thryr: [patched]

Thrymr blinks. “I’ve never seen a bride eat so much.”

Thor objects. Violently. But Loki talks him down: “Without your hammer, the giants will rule Asgard. Do you want to be remembered as the god who lost his weapon because he wouldn’t wear a dress?” The wedding feast is a masterpiece of almost-blown covers. Thrymr is thrilled. He serves Thor (as Freya) massive quantities of food. The “bride” eats an entire ox, eight salmon, and all the delicacies meant for the women—and drinks three barrels of mead. Thrymr blinks

Loki, the trickster, borrows Freya’s feathered cloak and flies to Jötunheimr. There, he finds Thrymr sitting on a burial mound, braiding golden collars for his hounds. When Loki asks about the hammer, Thrymr laughs and reveals his terms: “I have hidden Mjölnir eight leagues beneath the earth. No one will get it back unless Freya is brought here to be my bride.” Back in Asgard, Freya is asked to marry a giant. Her response? She snorts so loudly that the halls of heaven shake. No deal. But Loki talks him down: “Without your hammer,

Then Thrymr tries to kiss his “bride” through the veil. He leaps back, exclaiming, “Why are Freya’s eyes so terrifying? Fire burns in them!” He serves Thor (as Freya) massive quantities of food