Truly, you are the loveliest bride I ever did see,” swore Loki. Then he too dressed as a maid. Together they left the land of the gods and reached the realm of the giants. This is serious,” said Loki. “Mjolnir is our main weapon against the giants… which leads me to think that it was most probably a giant who stole it. Let me prove my hunch, and then, we shall see what we can do.” From slinky silk styles and barely there cover-ups to snuggly fleece designs or super-soft cotton robes, the right robe will see you through the cold winter months and into balmy summer evenings.

So excited was she, waiting for her wedding day to dawn, that she did not eat or drink in eight whole days.” Thrym was the giants’ king. He sat on a hill, making gold chains for his dogs. When Loki set down beside him, Thrym knew him right away.

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You must have lost what's left of your tiny little mind my big brutish friend. 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.. Start digging.” The gods are doing far from well,” replied Loki, “and the elves little better. We’ve lost a hammer. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” The ‘far famed’ gods and goddesses came to a council to decide. There spoke Heimdall, whitest of the gods, the sleepless watcher of the world. He knew the future well, and his advice was always worthy of attention. The giants brought giant quantities of drink and food. Thor alone ate an entire ox, eight salmon, and all the dainty little dishes that were set out for the women. He washed down his food with three barrels of mead. Thrym marvelled at such appetite:

Delivery is estimated at 5-10 days, however these times can be slightly extended during particularly busy periods or periods of national inclement weather (UK or the country of delivery) That I do,” replied Thrym. “I’ve buried the hammer of Thor eight miles under, and I shall not return it until Freya is my wife.”That I will,” she replied. “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.” So excited was she, waiting for her wedding day to dawn, that she did not sleep in eight whole nights.” And Loki replied: “Thrym has buried it eight miles under and will not return it until Freya is his wife.”