The myth of Loki and the master builder - Alex Gendler

Asgard, a realm of wonders, was where the Norse Gods made their home.

There Odin’s great hall of Valhalla towered above the mountains

and Bifrost, the rainbow bridge, anchored itself.

But though their domain was magnificent,

it stood undefended from the giants and trolls of Jotunheim,

who despised the gods and sought to destroy them.

One day when Thor, strongest of the gods, was off fighting these foes,

a stranger appeared, riding a powerful gray horse.

The visitor made the gods an astonishing offer.

He would build them the greatest wall they’d ever seen,

higher than any giant could climb and stronger than any troll could break.

All he asked in return was the beautiful goddess Freya’s hand in marriage—

along with the sun and moon from the sky.

The gods balked at this request and were ready to send him away.

But the trickster Loki concocted a devious plan.

He told the gods they should accept the stranger’s offer,

but set such strict conditions that he would fail to complete the wall in time.

That way, they would lose nothing, while getting most of the wall built for free.

Freya didn’t like this idea at all,

but Odin and the other gods were convinced

and came to an agreement with the builder.

He would only have one winter to complete the wall.

If any part was unfinished by the first day of summer,

he would receive no payment.

And he could have no help from any other people.

The gods sealed the deal with solemn oaths

and swore the mason would come to no harm in Asgard.

In the morning, the stranger began to dig the foundations at an astonishing speed,

and at nightfall he set off towards the mountains to obtain the building stones.

But it was only the next morning, when they saw him returning,

that the gods began to worry.

As agreed, no other people were helping the mason.

But his horse Svadilfari was hauling a load of stones so massive

it left trenches in the ground behind them.

Winter came and went.

The stranger kept building, Svadilfari kept hauling,

and neither snow nor rain could slow their progress.

With only three days left until summer, the wall stood high and impenetrable,

with only the gate left to be built.

Horrified, the gods realized that not only would they lose

their fertility goddess forever,

but without the sun and moon the world would be plunged into eternal darkness.

They wondered why they’d made such a foolish wager—

and then remembered Loki and his terrible advice.

Suddenly, Loki didn’t feel so clever.

All of his fellow gods threatened him with an unimaginably painful death

if he didn’t find some way to prevent the builder from getting his payment.

So Loki promised to take care of the situation, and dashed away.

Outside, night had fallen,

and the builder prepared to set off to retrieve the final load of stones.

But just as he called Svadilfari to him, a mare appeared in the field.

She was so beautiful that Svadilfari ignored his master

and broke free of his reins.

The mason tried to catch him,

but the mare ran deep into the woods and Svadilfari followed.

The stranger was furious.

He knew that the gods were behind this and confronted them:

no longer as a mild-mannered mason,

but in his true form as a terrifying mountain giant.

This was a big mistake.

Thor had just returned to Asgard,

and now that the gods knew a giant was in their midst,

they disregarded their oaths.

The only payment the builder would receive—

and the last thing he would ever see—

was the swing of Thor’s mighty hammer Mjolnir.

As they set the final stones into the wall, the gods celebrated their victory.

Loki was not among them, however.

Several months would pass before he finally returned,

followed by a beautiful gray foal with eight legs.

The foal would grow into a magnificent steed named Sleipnir

and become Odin’s mount, a horse that could outrun the wind itself.

But exactly where he had come from was something Loki preferred not to discuss.