Loki, the Mischief maker was riving uncomfortably in Thor’s iron grip. The previous night while the rest of the Gods, slept he’d snuck up on Thor’s wife’s if and shorn off her beautiful hair. It had seemed like a funny prank at the time. But now for was about to break every bone in his body, Loki had to think of some way to to fix what he done yet. Who could replace sif’s, matchless hair, golden like a field of summer wheat. The dwarves. Their legendary Smith’s could make anything. So, low-key rushed to their realm deep within the mountains of the earth. Even before he arrived, the Wily Loki, was already scheming how he would get the dwarves to do his bidding.
He decided that his best bet was to pit two families against each other. He first visited the masterful, son, Of ivaldi. He told them that their Rivals, a pair of brothers named Brock and a tree had claimed that they were the best Craftsmen in the world and were determined to prove it in a competition. The rules were that each family had to create three gifts for the gods, including for the evolved, these golden hair, then Loki visited brokk and eitri and told them the same thing. Only now claiming that the sons of ivaldi had issued the challenge, but Rock and a tree couldn’t be fooled so easily and only agreed to participate. If low-key put his own head on the line, literally, if brokk and eitri, one Loki would forfeit his head to them.
Loki had no choice but to agree and to save himself, had to find a way to make sure the sons of ivaldi emerged Victorious. Both sets of dwarves got to work a tree set Brock to man The Bellows and told Not to stop for any reason or the treasures would be ruined soon. A strange black fly flew into the room as a piece of pig. Skin was placed in the Forge. The fly, stung Brock’s hand but he didn’t Flinch next while a tree worked, a block of gold, the fly bit Brock on the neck. The dwarf carried on finally a tree placed a piece of iron in the furnace this time the fly landed right on Brock’s eyelid and bit as hard as it could. Could and for just a split second Brock’s hand left the Bellows. That’s all it took their final treasure hadn’t stayed in the fire long enough Loki. Now, reappeared in his normal form, Overjoyed by their failure and accompanied the dwarves to present their Treasures to the gods. First Loki, presented the treasures, from the sons of ivaldi, their Golden Hair bound to sif’s, head and continued to grow leaving her even more radiant than before.
For Odin, the all-father, a magnificent spear that could Pierce through anything and finally a small cloth that unfolded into a mighty ship built for freyr God of the Harvest. Then Brock presented the treasures made by him and his brother. For freyr, they had forged a golden bristled for who’d pull freyr’s Chariot across the sky faster than any mount for Odin. A golden arm ring, which would make eight more identical. Bell rings on every ninth night and forth or a hammer called mjolnir.
It’s handle was too short and Loki smirks at the obvious defect, but then Brock revealed. Its abilities, mjolnir would never shatter never miss, its Mark, and always return to Thor’s hand when thrown despite the short handle, the gods, all agreed. This was the finest gift of all remembering. What was at stake? Loki tried to flee, but Or reached him first, but before the dwarves could have their do clever, Loki pointed out that they had won the rights to his head, but not his neck and thus had no right to cut it all begrudgingly, admitted the truth in that. But Brock would have the last laugh taking his brothers. All, he pierced it through Loki’s lips and sewed, his mouth shut. So, the trickster God could no longer spread his malicious, deceit. Yet the irony was not lost on the god. Odds for it was Loki’s deceit that had brought them These Fine treasures and given Thor the hammer for which he’s still known today. Want more Thor. See how he fares against a band of giants in this video?