All of the gods of the Aesir were magnificent in their own way, Odin the wise whose intellect was unmatched in the nine worlds. Thor was strong and mighty, the protector of the gods. Dalder had his beauty and Tyr the honorable war god his great courage. Loki envied them all, All the good and happy
gods of Asgard. Loki could not be bothered to try to be good himself, so he was often unhappy and spiteful. Except of course when he was causing mischief. Anytime something went wrong in the city of Asgard you could almost always find Loki at the center. So begins: Treasures of the Gods.
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One night, while the beautiful lady Sif was sleeping Loki, crept up into Thrudheim, the realm of the clouds and cut off all of the golden tresses of hair that her husband Thor treasured above anything, besides Sif herself. The shining mane was long, the color of barley fields and fell about her like a shining silken cloak. Loki giggled and snipped and cut until all that remained was a soft pink scalp and the fuzz like that of a peach. Loki was very pleased with himself as he lay back in his bed when he had finished, smiling a crooked smile. Wait until Thor sees this he thought, and the smile slowly sunk into a frown.
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Early the next morning Thor returned, he had been away fighting giants and defending the gods of the Aesir. He walked into his home to find the lady Sif curled up in a dark corner, crying with a scarf tied around her head. Thor knelt down and pulled at the scarfs not and it fell to the floor revealing her soft pink scalp. She looked up at her husband with eyes blue like the sky, reddened from tears. A rage grew inside the mighty Thor, his face grew as red as his beard and lightning crackled from his own blue eyes. He stamped up and down the many stairs that led to the 540 floors of his cloud palace until it shook like an earthquake.
On Midgard, the skies grew dark and thunder rolled and crashed, lightning lit up the clouds. The people cried: “ Everyone hurry go inside, a terrible storm approaches! Something has angered Thor! Most likely Loki is making his mischief again!” You see, the people of Midgard were also wise to Loki's tricks.
Finally, Thor calmed himself a little. “Sif, my love he has gone too far this time, he will suffer dearly for this?” Said, Thor
“Who husband? Asked Sif, her face still wet with tears.
Thor said nothing he strapped on his belt, Megingjord. This belt was magic and doubled his mighty strength. Then he slipped on his iron gloves, Jarngreipr. “ Loki, it was Loki that did this...”He said
“But how can you know this?” she asked
“Because everytime something bad happens, I wonder who would do such evil, and in the end, it’s always Loki. So now I just ask myself where’s Loki... It saves me time. Don’t fret Sif, you will have your beautiful hair back, Loki will make it so, I swear this to you.” Thor was not the smartest god but he had learned from experience that Loki was capable of many a dastardly deed. With this pledge, Thor hitched his two mighty goats Barer and Grinder to his chariot and thundered away toward Loki’s palace making great speed.
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Thor kicked open the door to Lokis home. Loki sprung up and looked around for a place to hide he turned and was greeted by Thor's meaty hand clenching his throat and lifting him high into the air.
“Put it back” Thor demanded.
“Put what back?” Loki gurgled in reply.
“My wife’s hair, Listen, I’m not here to play games with you Loki,” said Thor tightening his grip.
“Look I cannot put it back, the magic I used cannot be undone!” Replied Loki
Thors face grew more intense his eyes narrowed. “why did you do it?” he demanded
Loki's eyes widened, “Because it was funny?”
“Well how about we play a new game,” said Thor. I will break every bone in your body, and when they heal I will do it again.. unless you fix this” He applied pressure bending back Loki's little finger.
“Ow, ow!- Loki cried You’re hurting me! Whats done is done I cannot make Sif’s hair grow back, you know this!”
“Well then, you will get her another head of hair, and it must be spun of real gold, and it must grow on her head as if it were her own. If you don’t do this, I will start snapping your bones one by one until the end of time.
“Just where in all the nine realms am I supposed to find a head of hair such as this?” Whined Loki, although he surely knew the answer.
“Go to the black elves, there is nothing they cannot forge, they are the greatest crafters, and they are your friends. Now go and bring back this hair, I would see Sif as beautiful as ever.” Thor growled.
So Loki set off on his quest, heading far into the underworld where the Dwarfs had their furnaces and forged their wonders. He knew that Thor would not kill him. After all, he was Odin's blood brother and no one was allowed to kill him under Odin’s decree. However, the thought of his bones being shattered by the mighty Thor was sufficient motivation. He new the thunder god was not one to make empty threats. He wondered why he so often found himself in these situations, but he did not dwell on this. It would take considerable cunning to get the Dwarfs to do his bidding.. but this was Loki the red and ack of cunning was never his weakness.
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Thanks for reading! If you want to check out the Stories, The creation myth is here- Part 1 Part2 Part 3 Odin's stories are here- Allfather and Odin's eye Part 1 Part 2