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There was a silence, but it was not an easy one. It was not a silence as we might ordinarily know it. The kind of silence that was actually filled with tiny almost imperceptible noises, all of them dancing at the very edges of our hearing. Listen to the podcast
Baldur, son of Odin and the benevolent sorceress Frigg, was deeply troubled. For some time now his sleep had been violated by the most ominous dreams of some terrible misfortune befalling him. Listen to the podcast
Utgarda-Loki, the Giant King, sat with his chin cupped in his huge hand as he leant idly on the arm of his chair, smiling wryly and fixing his guests with a steady gaze. Whilst they were known to him, and their reputation preceded them, it would not stop him from taunting them mercilessly for their diminutive size.
Despite her intense beauty, her searing intelligence and quick wits she had been raised as plain and unremarkable by the peasants Åke and Grima. In desperate need and riven with poverty, they had slain her foster father, the harpist Heimer, believing the instrument he carried to be filled with riches. What they could not possibly have known at the time was that the true treasure hidden within the harp was a small child - Aslaug, daughter of the shieldmaiden Brynhildr and the dragon-slaying hero Sigurd.
The Giants gathered around Thor in the mead hall were laughing mockingly at his failure to drain the drinking horn. A feat that would have normally been the simplest of tasks for him. With a condescending grin, Utgarda-Loki, their king, gestured towards the extremely large black cat that was now slinking sinuously into the hall.
Thor stood in the middle of the mead hall of Utgarda-Loki the giant-kings castle, feet planted squarely, his face defiant. Pride was at stake. His companions Loki and Thjalfi had both failed their challenges to the giant-kings’ men.