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Lokasenna |
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"Strife and Hate to the
Aesir's Sons I bear." |

"Of horse and rings Bragi, thou shalt ever be in want!" |
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Loki and Odin become
Blood Brothers |

"Mad thou art Loki, recounting your foul misdeeds!" |
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"Shut up Frey, I know, you gave your sword for Gymir's
daughter"
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Loki put to flight
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Alvismál |
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The dwarf Alvis woos Thor's daughter, Thrud |

Thor questions Alvis
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Skirnismál |
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Skirnir's Ride
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Skirnir and Gerd |

Gerd Refuses Frey's Gifts
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"Þurs I cut for thee, and three more staves:
ergi, and oenði, and oÞola." |

Skirnir Curses Gerd |

"Tell me Skirnir, what you accomplished in Jötunheim!" |
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Svipdagsmál |
I: Grougaldur |

"Go find Menglad"
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"Sing to me songs which are good. Mother protect thy
son!"
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II: Fjölsvinnsmál |

"What monster is this standing before the gate?"
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Menglad and her Maidens |

"Hear Menglad, a man has come hither, I think it must be
Svipdag!" |

"Now it is certain that we shall pass our lives
together."
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Rigsþula |

On green-ways walked the powerful, upright god— the
strong and mighty Rig.
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Rig-Heimdall arrives at Ai and Edda's home
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Young Thrall carries wood home
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Thrall takes a wife
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Rig went on and came to a house owned by Afi and Amma.
He counseled them both |

Young Karl tames oxen |

Karl makes a plough |

Karl builds a house
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Rig went hence and came to a hall.
Within, a couple sat facing each other, Modir and Fadir.
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To the table she brought, on platters adorned with silver,
game, pork and roasted foul.
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Modir bore a boy. They wrapped him in silk, and
sprinkled him with water, and named him Jarl.
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From out of the forest came Rig walking.
He taught him runes and called him his son.
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Jarl finds a wife.
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Jarl conquered lands.
He distributed riches, gave treasures and precious things. |

Jarl's progeny grew up, broke horses and cut arrows.
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Young Kon contended with Rig Jarl in runes |

He knew the speech of birds
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Heimdall sanctified the 3 castes:
Jarls, Karls and Thralls
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Hyndluljóð |

Freyja's Lover, Ottar
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"Awake, Maid of maids! Wake my friend! Hyndla, sister,
who dwells in the cavern!"
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"Fire I strike over you, dweller of the wood! So
that you shall not ever go hence."
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The Short Völuspá |

Baldur pierced with an arrow |

Baldur's Pyre |

The End

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