Part 3 : A Chance Meeting
As Odin walked around the last corner of the hill that lead into Midgard, three rather large Jotuns jumped out of the thick brush along the path, and stood menacingly before him. The largest of the Jotuns looked over the trespasser with a keen eye before speaking : " You are rather large for a puny human ! We will have to find a thick branch to hang you on ! " Gyllir said with a laugh. Hrimgrimnir and Ofoti began to laugh as well. That is until the " human " pulled back his hood to reveal his true identity. " That is not a human that is a God, Gyllir ! " The smallest Jotun, Ofoti shouted. " Gods die just as easily as humans ! " Gyllir shot back. Red haired Hrimgrimnir simply grunted in agreement .
Loki had seen the Jotuns as they walked into the bushes to hide, and hid himself behind a large oak tree to see what they were up to. When he saw them confront the lone traveler, Loki thought to himself : " That is one unlucky Midgardian ! And only a stone's throw from the safety of Midgard too ! " At first Loki was going to simply wait until the stupid human was hung, and the Jotuns had gone on their way, before continuing on his journey. But when he saw that the stranger was a God...... well that was something he needed to investigate further. In his mind Loki was always formulating how he could make each situation advantageous for himself. If he could help this God then he would finally have a formidable ally in the nine worlds.
Loki brashly stepped out from behind the tree, and boldly walked over to the Jotuns. " Does it take three Jotuns to hang an old man these days ? " Loki asked . Hrimgrimnir stepped forward and confronted Loki. " No, only one ! Just as it will take only one of us to kill a lying cheating bastard like you Loki ! " The red haired Giant yelled in his face. Loki stepped back a step, and reached with both of his hands over his shoulders. In one swift motion he pulled out two massive swords, and pointed them at the Jotun. Hrimgrimnir pulled a huge stone club from out of his belt in response and waved in the air. The two stood for a moment staring at each other with angry eyes.
Odin stood before the huge Jotun, and his smaller counterpart, as calmly as if he were preparing for a nap. The fact that his two opponents had pulled out weapons as well did not phase the old warrior one little bit. Gyllir stepped forward with a limp, and held in his hand a massive hone, which he threatened the All - father with. Odin noticed the limp, and thought of Helgi, and how he had injured the leg of the Jotun who had hung him. Odin looked the large Jotun in the eyes, and said matter of factly : " I would rather not kill you, but your fate lies in your hands my Jotun friend. " Gyllir was so infuriated that he swung the hone at Odin' s head with all his might. Odin ducked, swung around, stuck his walking stick in between the Jotun's legs and with all his might struck at the Jotun' s manhood. Gyllir slumped to his knees, dropped the hone, and let out a muted scream that sounded like a whimpering wolf. While Loki began his battle with Hrimgrimnir, Odin stared down the smaller Jotun, who was stunned by what had just happened, and shouted at him : " Leave or die ! Your choice Jotun ! " Ofoti, who always looked to Gyllir for what to do, just stood there not quite sure what he should do next.
Loki and Hrimgrimnir were locked in a furious battle ! Loki was faster, much faster, but each slash of his swords was blocked by the huge club of the Giant who stood before him. The Jotun, though much slower on the attack, was able to push Loki backwards with each blow. Loki saw that he was not going to be able to strike the red haired Jotun high, so he decided to bring the Giant down with a little strategy. Loki swung his swords as fast as he could at the Jotun's head, which Hrimgrimnir blocked with ease. Then, using his greater agility, Loki dove through the Jotun's legs, and swung his swords at the Giants ankles. Loki meant only to cut his hamstrings, but his swords cut the Jotuns legs off at the ankles. Lying vulnerable on the ground, Loki's eyes widened in fear as the Giant teetered, and then fell backwards towards him. Loki rolled out of the way just in time, as the Jotun crashed to the ground with a great thud. Loki jumped up, and stood over the Jotun. He thrust one of his swords into the chest of the Jotun piercing his heart, and killing him instantly. Loki then looked at his dead opponent and yelled : " It will take more than one, and much better Jotuns than you to kill Loki ! "
Odin had been distracted by Loki's battle with the Giant, and had not seen Ofoti pick up the hone that lay on the ground by the pain ridden Jotun, Gyllir. Odin was impressed with the Jotun named Loki's skill with swords. All- Father, however, had let down his guard for one moment too long. Ofoti ran screaming at Odin with the hone ready to strike ! Odin began to turn just as the Jotun was almost upon him. Loki, out of the corner of his eye, saw the Jotun pick up the hone and begin his attack. He turned, and in one fluid motion, threw with all his might his other sword at the attacking Jotun. The sword made a strange whipping sound as it gyrated through the air towards Ofoti. Just as the Giant lifted the hone over his head to strike the unprepared God, Loki's sword struck him square in the chest, piercing his heart, and stopping him in mid motion. Ofoti fell over backwards dead, still clutching the hone. Odin, now furious, crashed his walking stick down on the head of the injured Jotun, who was still writhing in pain on the ground, crushing his skull, and killing him instantly. When Odin had calmed his anger, he looked over his shoulder, and nodded to the one known as Loki who had saved his life.
End Part 3
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2013.
Next : Part 4 : Blood Brothers