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If in bridal robes
I should be dressed.
Spoke then Loke
Laufeyarson:
Be silent Thor;
Stop such talk.
Soon will giants
Build in Asgard
If thou thy hammer
Bring not back.
Dressed they then Thor
In bridal-robes;
Brisengumen
He had to wear;
Keys let they jingle
About his waist,
And a woman's dress
Fell over his knees;
On his bosom they placed
Broad broaches,
And artfully they
His hair did braid.
Spoke then Loke
Laufeyarson:
For thee must I
Be servant-maid;
Ride we both
To Jotunheim.
Home were driven
Then the goats,
And hitched to the car;
Hasten they must—
The mountains crashed.
The earth stood in flames,
Odin's son
Rode to Jotunheim.
Spoke then Thrym,
The king of giants;