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Stealing Thor’s
Hammer
In the mead hall of Asgard,
Thor was blissfully sleeping,
His hammer out in plain sight,
Within his safe keeping
As he slept and dreamt of Yule,
No sound could stir him,
So he slept without a sound,
While outside was plotting against him
The fool god Loki,
Rubbed his hands,
For his plan was mounting,
Into the mead hall he would go,
To take the hammer from him
As he crept around the hall,
Cautiously and sneaky,
He took small steps so carefully,
Lest not to wake friend Thor
Thor would sometimes stir,
But Loki would just thwart him,
He would turn himself into various shapes,
Hide under tables or behind drapes
Around the hall he slunk and
hid,
Constantly deceiving,
Until he reached the hammer’s place,
And snatched it without thinking
He lost his footing, causing
such a ruckus,
That Thor awoke with a jolt and grabbed him,
In a moment there was a yelp,
And Loki was almost broken
Loki smiled at good Thor,
And gave him back the hammer,
Thor in turn but Loki down,
In a gracious manner
The two drank a glass of mead,
Forging bonds of friendship,
They laughed and talked all through the night,
As the fires were burning,
To celebrate the hammer,
And the good god Thor,
And even the fool Loki,
For returning it once more
©
Larisa C. Hunter aka Mist
Kenaz Kindred
Author of
"FULLTRÚI
: Patrons in Ásatrú"
This work by
Larisa C Hunter is licensed under a
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