Lokasenna: Loki’s Wrangling

Anonymous (about 1000), translated by Henry Adams Bellows · 1923

iambic tetrameter · unrhymed · 267 lines · from The Poetic Edda

The Lokasenna is found only in Regius, where it follows theHymiskvitha; Snorri quotes four lines of it, grouped together as asingle stanza.

“Speak now, Eldir, | for not one stepFarther shalt thou fare;What ale-talk here | do they have within,The sons of the glorious gods?”

“Of their weapons they talk, | and their might in war,The sons of the glorious gods;From the gods and elves | who are gathered hereNo friend in words shalt thou find.”

“In shall I go | into Ægir’s hall,For the feast I fain would see;Bale and hatred | I bring to the gods,And their mead with venom I mix.”

“If in thou goest | to Ægir’s hall,And fain the feast wouldst see,And with slander and spite | wouldst sprinkle the gods,Think well lest they wipe it on thee.”

“Bethink thee, Eldir, | if thou and IShall strive with spiteful speech;Richer I grow | in ready wordsIf thou speakest too much to me.”

“Thirsty I come | into this thine hall,To ask of the gods | that one should giveFair mead for a drink to me.

“Why sit ye silent, | swollen with pride,Ye gods, and no answer give?At your feast a place | and a seat prepare me,Or bid me forth to fare.”

“A place and a seat | will the gods prepareNo more in their midst for thee;For the gods know well | what men they wishTo find at their mighty feasts.”

“Remember, Othin, | in olden daysThat we both our blood have mixed;Then didst thou promise | no ale to pour,Unless it were brought for us both.”

“Stand forth then, Vithar, | and let the wolf’s fatherFind a seat at our feast;Lest evil should Loki | speak aloudHere within Ægir’s hall.”

“Hail to you, gods! | ye goddesses, hail!Hail to the holy throng!Save for the god | who yonder sits,Bragi there on the bench.”

“A horse and a sword | from my hoard will I give,And a ring gives Bragi to boot,That hatred thou makst not | among the gods;So rouse not the great ones to wrath.”

“In horses and rings | thou shalt never be rich,Bragi, but both shalt thou lack;Of the gods and elves | here together metLeast brave in battle art thou,(And shyest thou art of the shot.)”

“Now were I without | as I am within,And here in Ægir’s hall,Thine head would I bear | in mine hands away,And pay thee the price of thy lies.”

“In thy seat art thou bold, | not so are thy deeds,Bragi, adorner of benches!Go out and fight | if angered thou feelest,No hero such forethought has.”

“Well, prithee, Bragi, | his kinship weigh,Since chosen as wish-son he was;And speak not to Loki | such words of spiteHere within Ægir’s hall.”

“Be silent, Ithun! | thou art, I say,Of women most lustful in love,Since thou thy washed-bright | arms didst windAbout thy brother’s slayer.”

“To Loki I speak not | with spiteful wordsHere within Ægir’s hall;And Bragi I calm, | who is hot with beer,For I wish not that fierce they should fight.”

“Why, ye gods twain, | with bitter tonguesRaise hate among us here?Loki is famed | for his mockery foul,And the dwellers in heaven he hates.”

“Be silent, Gefjun! | for now shall I sayWho led thee to evil life;The boy so fair | gave a necklace bright,And about him thy leg was laid.”

“Mad art thou, Loki, | and little of wit,The wrath of Gefjun to rouse;For the fate that is set | for all she sees,Even as I, methinks.”

“Be silent, Othin! | not justly thou settestThe fate of the fight among men;Oft gavst thou to him | who deserved not the gift,To the baser, the battle’s prize.”

“Though I gave to him | who deserved not the gift,To the baser, the battle’s prize;Winters eight | wast thou under the earth,Milking the cows as a maid,(Ay, and babes didst thou bear;Unmanly thy soul must seem.)”

“They say that with spells | in Samsey onceLike witches with charms didst thou work;And in witch’s guise | among men didst thou go;Unmanly thy soul must seem.”

“Of the deeds ye two | of old have doneYe should make no speech among men;Whate’er ye have done | in days gone by,Old tales should ne’er be told.”

“Be silent, Frigg! | thou art Fjorgyn’s wife,But ever lustful in love;For Vili and Ve, | thou wife of Vithrir,Both in thy bosom have lain.”

“If a son like Baldr | were by me now,Here within Ægir’s hall,From the sons of the gods | thou shouldst go not forthTill thy fierceness in fight were tried.”

“Thou wilt then, Frigg, | that further I tellOf the ill that now I know;Mine is the blame | that Baldr no moreThou seest ride home to the hall.”

“Mad art thou, Loki, | that known thou makestThe wrong and shame thou hast wrought;The fate of all | does Frigg know well,Though herself she says it not.”

“Be silent, Freyja! | for fully I know thee,Sinless thou art not thyself;Of the gods and elves | who are gathered here,Each one as thy lover has lain.”

“False is thy tongue, | and soon shalt thou findThat it sings thee an evil song;The gods are wroth, | and the goddesses all,And in grief shalt thou homeward go.”

“Be silent, Freyja! | thou foulest witch,And steeped full sore in sin;In the arms of thy brother | the bright gods caught theeWhen Freyja her wind set free.”

“Small ill does it work | though a woman may haveA lord or a lover or both;But a wonder it is | that this womanish godComes hither, though babes he has borne.”

“Be silent, Njorth; | thou wast eastward sent,To the gods as a hostage given;And the daughters of Hymir | their privy hadWhen use did they make of thy mouth.”

“Great was my gain, | though long was I gone,To the gods as a hostage given;The son did I have | whom no man hates,And foremost of gods is found.”

“Give heed now, Njorth, | nor boast too high,No longer I hold it hid;With thy sister hadst thou | so fair a son,Thus hadst thou no worse a hope.”

“Of the heroes brave | is Freyr the bestHere in the home of the gods;He harms not maids | nor the wives of men,And the bound from their fetters he frees.”

“Be silent, Tyr! | for between two menFriendship thou ne’er couldst fashion;Fain would I tell | how Fenrir onceThy right hand rent from thee.”

“My hand do I lack, | but Hrothvitnir thou,And the loss brings longing to both;Ill fares the wolf | who shall ever awaitIn fetters the fall of the gods.”

“Be silent, Tyr! | for a son with meThy wife once chanced to win;Not a penny, methinks, | wast thou paid for the wrong,Nor wast righted an inch, poor wretch.”

“By the mouth of the river | the wolf remainsTill the gods to destruction go;Thou too shalt soon, | if thy tongue is not stilled,Be fettered, thou forger of ill.”

“The daughter of Gymir | with gold didst thou buy,And sold thy sword to boot;But when Muspell’s sons | through Myrkwood ride,Thou shalt weaponless wait, poor wretch.”

“Had I birth so famous | as Ingunar-Freyr,And sat in so lofty a seat,I would crush to marrow | this croaker of ill,And beat all his body to bits.”

“What little creature | goes crawling there,Snuffling and snapping about?At Freyr’s ears ever | wilt thou be found,Or muttering hard at the mill.”

“Byggvir my name, | and nimble am I,As gods and men do grant;And here am I proud | that the children of HroptTogether all drink ale.”

“Be silent, Byggvir! | thou never couldst setTheir shares of the meat for men;Hid in straw on the floor, | they found thee notWhen heroes were fain to fight.”

“Drunk art thou, Loki, | and mad are thy deeds,For drink beyond measure | will lead all menNo thought of their tongues to take.”

“Be silent, Heimdall! | in days long sinceWas an evil fate for thee fixed;With back held stiff | must thou ever stand,As warder of heaven to watch.”

“Light art thou, Loki, | but longer thou mayst notIn freedom flourish thy tail;On the rocks the gods bind thee | with bowels tornForth from thy frost-cold son.”

“Though on rocks the gods bind me | with bowels tornForth from my frost-cold son,I was first and last | at the deadly fightThere where Thjazi we caught.”

“Wert thou first and last | at the deadly fightThere where Thjazi was caught,From my dwellings and fields | shall ever come forthA counsel cold for thee.”

“More lightly thou spakest | with Laufey’s son,When thou badst me come to thy bed;Such things must be known | if now we twoShall seek our sins to tell.”

“Hail to thee, Loki, | and take thou hereThe crystal cup of old mead;For me at least, | alone of the gods,Blameless thou knowest to be.”

“Alone thou wert | if truly thou wouldstAll men so shyly shun;But one do I know | full well, methinks,Who had thee from Hlorrithi’s arms,—(Loki the crafty in lies.)”

“The mountains shake, | and surely I thinkFrom his home comes Hlorrithi now;He will silence the man | who is slandering hereTogether both gods and men.”

“Be silent, Beyla! | thou art Byggvir’s wife,And deep art thou steeped in sin;A greater shame | to the gods came ne’er,Befouled thou art with thy filth.”

“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;Thy shoulder-cliff | shall I cleave from thy neck,And so shall thy life be lost.”

“Lo, in has come | the son of Earth:Why threaten so loudly, Thor?Less fierce thou shalt go | to fight with the wolfWhen he swallows Sigfather up.”

“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;I shall hurl thee up | and out in the East,Where men shall see thee no more.”

“That thou hast fared | on the East-road forthTo men shouldst thou say no more;In the thumb of a glove | didst thou hide, thou great one,And there forgot thou wast Thor.”

“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;My right hand shall smite thee | with Hrungnir’s slayer,Till all thy bones are broken.”

“A long time still | do I think to live,Though thou threatenest thus with thy hammer;Rough seemed the straps | of Skrymir’s wallet,When thy meat thou mightest not get,(And faint from hunger didst feel.)”

“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;The slayer of Hrungnir | shall send thee to hell,And down to the gate of death.”

“I have said to the gods | and the sons of the godsThe things that whetted my thoughts;But before thee alone | do I now go forth,For thou fightest well, I ween.

“Ale hast thou brewed, | but, Ægir, nowSuch feasts shalt thou make no more;O’er all that thou hast | which is here withinShall play the flickering flames,(And thy back shall be burnt with fire.)”

Words in this poem 34
regius a.
Of or pertaining to a king; royal. Regius professor, an incumbent of a professorship founded by royal bounty, as in an English university. [L. regius, from rex, regis, a king.]
shalt
2d per. sing. of Shall.
glorious a.
Exhibiting attributes, qualities, or acts that are worthy of or receive glory; noble; praiseworthy; excellent; splendid; illustrious; inspiring admiration; as, glorious deeds. [OF. glorios, glorious, F. glorieux, fr. L. gloriosus. See Glory, n.]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
fain v. t.
To be glad ; to wish or desire.
olden a.
Old; ancient; as, the olden time.
didst
, the 2d pers. sing. imp. of Do.
loki n.
The evil deity, the author of all calamities and mischief, answering to the African of the Persians. [Icel. Loki, perh. akin to lokka, locka to allure, entice.]
aloud adv.
With a loud voice, or great noise; loudly; audibly. [Pref. a- + loud.]
yonder adv.
At a distance, but within view. [OE. yonder, ýonder; cf. OD. ginder, Goth. jaindr there. Yond, adv.]
adorner n.
He who, or that which, adorns; a beautifier.
forethought a.
Thought of, or planned, beforehand; aforethought; prepense; hence, deliberate.
prithee interj.
A corruption of pray thee; as, I prithee; generally used without I.
kinship n.
Family relationship.
slayer n.
One who slays; a killer; a murderer; a destrroyer of life.
twain a.
Two;- nearly obsolete in common discourse, but used in poetry and burlesque. [OE. twein, tweien, tweyne, AS. twegen, masc. See Two.]
methinks v.
It seems to me; I think. See Me. [AS. þyncan to seem, me þynceedh, me þuhte, OE. me thinketh, me thoughte; akin to G. dünken to seem, denken to think, and E. think. See Me, and Think.]
wast
The second person singular of the verb be, in the indicative mood, imperfect tense; -- now used only in solemn or poetical style.
frigg n.
The wife of Odin and mother of the gods; the supreme goddess; the Juno of the Valhalla. Cf. Freya. [Icel. Frigg. See Friday.]
hast
, 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
sinless a.
Free from sin. Piers Plowman.
wroth a.
Full of wrath; angry; incensed; much exasperated; wrathful. [OE. wroth, wrap, AS. wraedh wroth, crooked, bad; akin to wriedhan to writhe, and to OS. wreedhangry, D. wreed cruel, OHG. reid twisted, Icel. reiedhr angry, Dan]
homeward a.
Being in the direction of home; as, the homeward way.
hostage n.
A person given as a pledge or security for the performance of the conditions of a treaty or stipulations of any kind, on the performance of which the person is to be released. [OE. hostage, OF. hostage, ostage, F. ôtage, LL. hostaticus, ostaticum, for hospitaticum, fr. L. hospes guest, host. The first meaning is, the state of a guest, ]
await v. t.
To watch for; to look out for. [OF. awaitier, agaitier; (L. ad) + waitier, gaitier to watch, F. guetter. See Wait.]
fettered a.
Seeming as if fettered, as the feet pf certain animals which bend backward, and appear unfit for walking.
forger n.
One who forges, makes, of forms; a fabricator; a falsifier. [Cf. F. forgeur metal worker, L. fabricator artificer. See Forge, n. & v. t., and cf. Fabricator.]
weaponless a.
Having no weapon.
croaker n.
One who croaks, murmurs, grumbles, or complains unreasonably; one who habitually forebodes evil.
snapping
a. & n. from Snap, v. Snapping beetle. (Zoöl.) See Snap beetle, under Snap.
warder n.
One who wards or keeps; a keeper; a guard.
shyly adv.
In a shy or timid manner; not familiarly; with reserve.
thor n.
The god of thunder, and son of Odin. [Icel. þors. Cf. Thursday.]
ween v. i.
To think; to imagine; to fancy. [OE. wenen, AS. w, fr. w hope, expectation, opinion; akin to D. waan, OFries. w, OS. & OHG. wan, G. wahn delusion, Icel. van hope, expectation, Goth. w, and D. w]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Form and metre

Lokasenna: Loki’s Wrangling is 267 lines in 66 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 76%). 93% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.5 syllables. 18 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 21% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 AA- theA · aA · stanza
  2. 5 -A-A hall · seeA · gods · theeA
  3. 6 A--A iA · speech · words · meA
  4. 16 -A-A deeds · benchesA · feelest · hasA
  5. 33 --AA witch · sin · theeA · freeA
  6. 36 AA-- goneA · givenA · hates · found
  7. 39 AA-- menA · fashionA · once · thee
  8. 61 -A-A forth · moreA · one · thorA
  9. 63 --AA- live · hammer · walletA · getA · feel
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The Lokasenna is found only in Regius, where it follows the18·······/˘·/˘˘··/˘·
Hymiskvitha; Snorri quotes four lines of it, grouped together as a17············˘/˘··
single stanza.4/˘/˘
“Speak now, Eldir, | for not one step8········
Farther shalt thou fare;5/˘···
What ale-talk here | do they have within,9·········
The sons of the glorious gods?”8····/˘˘·
“Of their weapons they talk, | and their might in war,11··/˘·······
The sons of the glorious gods;8····/˘˘·
From the gods and elves | who are gathered here10·······/˘·
No friend in words shalt thou find.”7·······
“In shall I go | into Ægir’s hall,8········
For the feast I fain would see;7·······
Bale and hatred | I bring to the gods,9··/˘·····
And their mead with venom I mix.”8····/˘··
“If in thou goest | to Ægir’s hall,7·······
And fain the feast wouldst see,6······
And with slander and spite | wouldst sprinkle the gods,11··/˘···/˘··
Think well lest they wipe it on thee.”8········
“Bethink thee, Eldir, | if thou and I9˘/·······
Shall strive with spiteful speech;6···/˘·
Richer I grow | in ready words8/˘···/˘·
If thou speakest too much to me.”8··/˘····
“Thirsty I come | into this thine hall,9/˘·······
To ask of the gods | that one should give9·········
Fair mead for a drink to me.7·······
“Why sit ye silent, | swollen with pride,9···/˘/˘··
Ye gods, and no answer give?7····/˘·
At your feast a place | and a seat prepare me,11········˘/·
Or bid me forth to fare.”6······
“A place and a seat | will the gods prepare10········˘/
No more in their midst for thee;7·······
For the gods know well | what men they wish9·········
To find at their mighty feasts.”7····/˘·
“Remember, Othin, | in olden days9˘/˘···/˘·
That we both our blood have mixed;8···/˘···
Then didst thou promise | no ale to pour,9···/˘····
Unless it were brought for us both.”8········
“Stand forth then, Vithar, | and let the wolf’s father11·········/˘
Find a seat at our feast;7····/˘·
Lest evil should Loki | speak aloud9·/˘····˘/
Here within Ægir’s hall.”5·····
“Hail to you, gods! | ye goddesses, hail!9·····/˘˘·
Hail to the holy throng!6···/˘·
Save for the god | who yonder sits,8·····/˘·
Bragi there on the bench.”6······
“A horse and a sword | from my hoard will I give,11···········
And a ring gives Bragi to boot,8········
That hatred thou makst not | among the gods;10·/˘·······
So rouse not the great ones to wrath.”8········
“In horses and rings | thou shalt never be rich,11·/˘····/˘··
Bragi, but both shalt thou lack;7·······
Of the gods and elves | here together met10······˘/˘·
Least brave in battle art thou,7···/˘··
(And shyest thou art of the shot.)”7·······
“Now were I without | as I am within,10··········
And here in Ægir’s hall,5·····
Thine head would I bear | in mine hands away,10········˘/
And pay thee the price of thy lies.”8········
“In thy seat art thou bold, | not so are thy deeds,11···········
Bragi, adorner of benches!8··˘/˘·/˘
Go out and fight | if angered thou feelest,10·····/˘·/˘
No hero such forethought has.”7·/˘·/··
“Well, prithee, Bragi, | his kinship weigh,9·/˘···/··
Since chosen as wish-son he was;8·/˘·····
And speak not to Loki | such words of spite10··········
Here within Ægir’s hall.”5·····
“Be silent, Ithun! | thou art, I say,9·/˘······
Of women most lustful in love,8·/˘·/˘··
Since thou thy washed-bright | arms didst wind8········
About thy brother’s slayer.”7···/˘/˘
“To Loki I speak not | with spiteful words10·······/˘·
Here within Ægir’s hall;5·····
And Bragi I calm, | who is hot with beer,10··········
For I wish not that fierce they should fight.”9·········
“Why, ye gods twain, | with bitter tongues8·····/˘·
Raise hate among us here?6······
Loki is famed | for his mockery foul,10······/˘˘·
And the dwellers in heaven he hates.”9··/˘·/˘··
“Be silent, Gefjun! | for now shall I say10·/˘·······
Who led thee to evil life;7····/˘·
The boy so fair | gave a necklace bright,9······/˘·
And about him thy leg was laid.”8········
“Mad art thou, Loki, | and little of wit,10······/˘··
The wrath of Gefjun to rouse;7·······
For the fate that is set | for all she sees,10··········
Even as I, methinks.”6/˘··˘/
“Be silent, Othin! | not justly thou settest11·/˘···/˘·/˘
The fate of the fight among men;8········
Oft gavst thou to him | who deserved not the gift,11······˘/···
To the baser, the battle’s prize.”8··/˘·/˘·
“Though I gave to him | who deserved not the gift,11······˘/···
To the baser, the battle’s prize;8··/˘·/˘·
Winters eight | wast thou under the earth,9/˘·······
Milking the cows as a maid,7/˘·····
(Ay, and babes didst thou bear;6······
Unmanly thy soul must seem.)”7·······
“They say that with spells | in Samsey once9·········
Like witches with charms didst thou work;8·/˘·····
And in witch’s guise | among men didst thou go;11··/˘·······
Unmanly thy soul must seem.”7·······
“Of the deeds ye two | of old have done9·········
Ye should make no speech among men;8········
Whate’er ye have done | in days gone by,10˘˘/·······
Old tales should ne’er be told.”6······
“Be silent, Frigg! | thou art Fjorgyn’s wife,9·/˘······
But ever lustful in love;7·/˘/˘··
For Vili and Ve, | thou wife of Vithrir,10··········
Both in thy bosom have lain.”7···/˘··
“If a son like Baldr | were by me now,9·········
Here within Ægir’s hall,5·····
From the sons of the gods | thou shouldst go not forth11···········
Till thy fierceness in fight were tried.”9·········
“Thou wilt then, Frigg, | that further I tell9·····/˘··
Of the ill that now I know;7·······
Mine is the blame | that Baldr no more8········
Thou seest ride home to the hall.”7·······
“Mad art thou, Loki, | that known thou makest10··········
The wrong and shame thou hast wrought;7·······
The fate of all | does Frigg know well,8········
Though herself she says it not.”7·˘/····
“Be silent, Freyja! | for fully I know thee,11·/˘···/˘···
Sinless thou art not thyself;7/˘···˘/
Of the gods and elves | who are gathered here,10·······/˘·
Each one as thy lover has lain.”8····/˘··
“False is thy tongue, | and soon shalt thou find9·········
That it sings thee an evil song;8·····/˘·
The gods are wroth, | and the goddesses all,10······/˘˘·
And in grief shalt thou homeward go.”8·····/˘·
“Be silent, Freyja! | thou foulest witch,9·/˘···/˘·
And steeped full sore in sin;6······
In the arms of thy brother | the bright gods caught thee12·····/˘·····
When Freyja her wind set free.”7·······
“Small ill does it work | though a woman may have11·······/˘··
A lord or a lover or both;8····/˘··
But a wonder it is | that this womanish god12··/˘····/˘˘·
Comes hither, though babes he has borne.”8·/˘·····
“Be silent, Njorth; | thou wast eastward sent,9·/˘···/˘·
To the gods as a hostage given;9·····/˘/˘
And the daughters of Hymir | their privy had11··/˘····/˘·
When use did they make of thy mouth.”8········
“Great was my gain, | though long was I gone,9·········
To the gods as a hostage given;9·····/˘/˘
The son did I have | whom no man hates,9·········
And foremost of gods is found.”7·/·····
“Give heed now, Njorth, | nor boast too high,8········
No longer I hold it hid;7·/˘····
With thy sister hadst thou | so fair a son,10··/˘······
Thus hadst thou no worse a hope.”7·······
“Of the heroes brave | is Freyr the best9··/˘·····
Here in the home of the gods;7·······
He harms not maids | nor the wives of men,9·········
And the bound from their fetters he frees.”9·····/˘··
“Be silent, Tyr! | for between two men9·/˘······
Friendship thou ne’er couldst fashion;7/˘···/˘
Fain would I tell | how Fenrir once8········
Thy right hand rent from thee.”6······
“My hand do I lack, | but Hrothvitnir thou,10··········
And the loss brings longing to both;8····/˘··
Ill fares the wolf | who shall ever await10······/˘˘/
In fetters the fall of the gods.”8·/˘·····
“Be silent, Tyr! | for a son with me9·/˘······
Thy wife once chanced to win;6······
Not a penny, methinks, | wast thou paid for the wrong,12··/˘˘/······
Nor wast righted an inch, poor wretch.”8··/˘····
“By the mouth of the river | the wolf remains11·····/˘··˘/
Till the gods to destruction go;8····˘/˘·
Thou too shalt soon, | if thy tongue is not stilled,10··········
Be fettered, thou forger of ill.”8·/˘·/˘··
“The daughter of Gymir | with gold didst thou buy,11·/˘········
And sold thy sword to boot;6······
But when Muspell’s sons | through Myrkwood ride,9·········
Thou shalt weaponless wait, poor wretch.”8··/˘˘···
“Had I birth so famous | as Ingunar-Freyr,11····/˘·····
And sat in so lofty a seat,8····/˘··
I would crush to marrow | this croaker of ill,11····/˘·/˘··
And beat all his body to bits.”8····/˘··
“What little creature | goes crawling there,9·/˘/˘·/˘·
Snuffling and snapping about?7···/˘··
At Freyr’s ears ever | wilt thou be found,9···/˘····
Or muttering hard at the mill.”8·/˘˘····
“Byggvir my name, | and nimble am I,9·····/˘··
As gods and men do grant;6······
And here am I proud | that the children of Hropt11·······/˘··
Together all drink ale.”6˘/˘···
“Be silent, Byggvir! | thou never couldst set10·/˘···/˘··
Their shares of the meat for men;7·······
Hid in straw on the floor, | they found thee not10··········
When heroes were fain to fight.”7·/˘····
“Drunk art thou, Loki, | and mad are thy deeds,10··········
For drink beyond measure | will lead all men10····/˘····
No thought of their tongues to take.”7·······
“Be silent, Heimdall! | in days long since9·/˘······
Was an evil fate for thee fixed;8··/˘····
With back held stiff | must thou ever stand,9······/˘·
As warder of heaven to watch.”8·/˘·/˘··
“Light art thou, Loki, | but longer thou mayst not11······/˘···
In freedom flourish thy tail;7·/˘/˘··
On the rocks the gods bind thee | with bowels torn11········/˘·
Forth from thy frost-cold son.”6······
“Though on rocks the gods bind me | with bowels torn11········/˘·
Forth from my frost-cold son,6······
I was first and last | at the deadly fight10·······/˘·
There where Thjazi we caught.”6······
“Wert thou first and last | at the deadly fight10·······/˘·
There where Thjazi was caught,6······
From my dwellings and fields | shall ever come forth11··/˘···/˘··
A counsel cold for thee.”6·/˘···
“More lightly thou spakest | with Laufey’s son,10·/˘·/˘····
When thou badst me come to thy bed;8········
Such things must be known | if now we two9·········
Shall seek our sins to tell.”7··/˘···
“Hail to thee, Loki, | and take thou here9·········
The crystal cup of old mead;7·/˘····
For me at least, | alone of the gods,9····˘/···
Blameless thou knowest to be.”7/˘·/˘··
“Alone thou wert | if truly thou wouldst9˘/···/˘··
All men so shyly shun;6···/˘·
But one do I know | full well, methinks,9·······˘/
Who had thee from Hlorrithi’s arms,—8········
(Loki the crafty in lies.)”7···/˘··
“The mountains shake, | and surely I think9·/˘··/˘··
From his home comes Hlorrithi now;8········
He will silence the man | who is slandering here12··/˘····/˘˘·
Together both gods and men.”7˘/˘····
“Be silent, Beyla! | thou art Byggvir’s wife,10·/˘·······
And deep art thou steeped in sin;7·······
A greater shame | to the gods came ne’er,9·/˘······
Befouled thou art with thy filth.”7·······
“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,11·······/˘/˘
Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;6······
Thy shoulder-cliff | shall I cleave from thy neck,10·/˘·······
And so shall thy life be lost.”7·······
“Lo, in has come | the son of Earth:8········
Why threaten so loudly, Thor?7·/˘·/˘·
Less fierce thou shalt go | to fight with the wolf10··········
When he swallows Sigfather up.”8··/˘····
“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,11·······/˘/˘
Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;6······
I shall hurl thee up | and out in the East,10··········
Where men shall see thee no more.”7·······
“That thou hast fared | on the East-road forth9·········
To men shouldst thou say no more;7·······
In the thumb of a glove | didst thou hide, thou great one,12············
And there forgot thou wast Thor.”7··˘/···
“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,11·······/˘/˘
Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;6······
My right hand shall smite thee | with Hrungnir’s slayer,11·········/˘
Till all thy bones are broken.”7·····/˘
“A long time still | do I think to live,9·········
Though thou threatenest thus with thy hammer;10··/˘˘···/˘
Rough seemed the straps | of Skrymir’s wallet,9·······/˘
When thy meat thou mightest not get,8····/˘··
(And faint from hunger didst feel.)”7···/˘··
“Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer,11·······/˘/˘
Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth;6······
The slayer of Hrungnir | shall send thee to hell,11·/˘········
And down to the gate of death.”7·······
“I have said to the gods | and the sons of the gods12············
The things that whetted my thoughts;7···/˘··
But before thee alone | do I now go forth,11····˘/·····
For thou fightest well, I ween.7··/˘···
“Ale hast thou brewed, | but, Ægir, now7·······
Such feasts shalt thou make no more;7·······
O’er all that thou hast | which is here within10··········
Shall play the flickering flames,7···/˘˘·
(And thy back shall be burnt with fire.)”9·······/˘

On this poem

INTRODUCTORY NOTE The Lokasenna is found only in Regius, where it follows the Hymiskvitha; Snorri quotes four lines of it, grouped together as a single stanza. The poem is one of the most vigorous of the entire collection, and seems to have been preserved in exceptionally good condition. The exchange or contest of insults was dear to the Norse heart, and the Lokasenna consists chiefly of Loki’s taunts to the assembled gods and goddesses, and their largely ineffectual attempts to talk back to him. The author was evidently well versed in mythological lore, and the poem is full of references to incidents not elsewhere recorded. As to its date and origin there is the usual dispute, but the latter part of the tenth century and Iceland seem the best guesses. The prose notes are long and of unusual interest. The introductory one links the poem closely to the Hymiskvitha, much as the Reginsmol, Fafnismol and Sigrdrifumol are linked together; the others fill in the narrative gaps in the dialogue—very like stage directions,—and provide a conclusion by relating Loki’s punishment, which, presumably, is here connected with the wrong incident. It is likely that often when the poem was recited during the two centuries or so before it was committed to writing, the speaker inserted some such explanatory comments, and the compiler of the collection followed this example by adding such explanations as he thought necessary. The Lokasenna is certainly much older than the Hymiskvitha, the connecti
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Henry Adams Bellows's notes to his translation (1923; Project Gutenberg #73533).

  1. Stanza 1 “Speak now, Eldir, | for not one step Farther shalt thou fare; What ale-talk here | do they have within, The sons of the glorious gods?” Eldir spake:
  2. Stanza 2 “Of their weapons they talk, | and their might in war, The sons of the glorious gods; From the gods and elves | who are gathered here No friend in words shalt thou find.” Loki spake:
  3. Stanza 3 “In shall I go | into Ægir’s hall, For the feast I fain would see; Bale and hatred | I bring to the gods, And their mead with venom I mix.” Eldir spake:
  4. Stanza 4 “If in thou goest | to Ægir’s hall, And fain the feast wouldst see, And with slander and spite | wouldst sprinkle the gods, Think well lest they wipe it on thee.” Loki spake:
  5. Stanza 5 “Bethink thee, Eldir, | if thou and I Shall strive with spiteful speech; Richer I grow | in ready words If thou speakest too much to me.” Then Loki went into the hall, but when they who were there saw who had entered, they were all silent. Loki spake:
  6. Stanza 6 “Thirsty I come | into this thine hall, I, Lopt, from a journey long, To ask of the gods | that one should give Fair mead for a drink to me.
  7. Stanza 6 Lopt: like Lothur (cf. Voluspo, 18) another name for Loki; cf. Hyndluljoth, 43, and Svipdagsmol, 42.
  8. Stanza 7 “Why sit ye silent, | swollen with pride, Ye gods, and no answer give? At your feast a place | and a seat prepare me, Or bid me forth to fare.” Bragi spake:
  9. Stanza 7 In the manuscript this stanza begins with a small letter, and Heinzel unites it with stanza 6.
  10. Stanza 8 “A place and a seat | will the gods prepare No more in their midst for thee; For the gods know well | what men they wish To find at their mighty feasts.” Loki spake:
  11. Stanza 8 Bragi: cf. note on introductory prose. Why Loki taunts him with cowardice (stanzas 11–13–15) is not clear, for poetry, of which Bragi was the patron, was generally associated in the Norse mind with peculiar valor, and most of the skaldic poets were likewise noted fighters.
  12. Stanza 9 “Remember, Othin, | in olden days That we both our blood have mixed; Then didst thou promise | no ale to pour, Unless it were brought for us both.” Othin spake:
  13. Stanza 9 There exists no account of any incident in which Othin and Loki thus swore blood-brotherhood, but they were so often allied in enterprises that the idea is wholly reasonable. The common process of “mingling blood” was carried out quite literally, and the promise of which Loki speaks is characteristic of those which, in the sagas, often accompanied the ceremony; cf. Brot af Sigurtharkvithu, 18 and note.
  14. Stanza 10 “Stand forth then, Vithar, | and let the wolf’s father Find a seat at our feast; Lest evil should Loki | speak aloud Here within Ægir’s hall.” Then Vithar arose and poured drink for Loki; but before he drank he spoke to the gods:
  15. Stanza 10 In stanzas 10–31 the manuscript has nothing to indicate the identity of the several speakers, but these are uniformly clear enough through the context. Vithar: cf. note on introductory prose. The wolf’s father: Loki; cf. Voluspo, 39 and note.
  16. Stanza 11 “Hail to you, gods! | ye goddesses, hail! Hail to the holy throng! Save for the god | who yonder sits, Bragi there on the bench.” Bragi spake:
  17. Stanza 12 “A horse and a sword | from my hoard will I give, And a ring gives Bragi to boot, That hatred thou makst not | among the gods; So rouse not the great ones to wrath.” Loki spake:
  18. Stanza 13 “In horses and rings | thou shalt never be rich, Bragi, but both shalt thou lack; Of the gods and elves | here together met Least brave in battle art thou, (And shyest thou art of the shot.)” Bragi spake:
  19. Stanza 13 Sijmons makes one line of lines 4–5 by cutting out a part of each; Finnur Jonsson rejects 5 as spurious.
  20. Stanza 14 “Now were I without | as I am within, And here in Ægir’s hall, Thine head would I bear | in mine hands away, And pay thee the price of thy lies.” Loki spake:
  21. Stanza 14 The text of line 4 is somewhat obscure, and has been variously emended, one often adopted suggestion making the line read, “Little is that for thy lies.”
  22. Stanza 15 “In thy seat art thou bold, | not so are thy deeds, Bragi, adorner of benches! Go out and fight | if angered thou feelest, No hero such forethought has.” Ithun spake:
  23. Stanza 15 Adorner of benches: this epithet presumably implies that Bragi is not only slothful, but also effeminate, for a very similar word, “pride of the benches,” means a bride.
  24. Stanza 16 “Well, prithee, Bragi, | his kinship weigh, Since chosen as wish-son he was; And speak not to Loki | such words of spite Here within Ægir’s hall.” Loki spake:
  25. Stanza 16 Ithun: Bragi’s wife; cf. note on introductory prose. The goddesses who, finding that their husbands are getting the worst of it, take up the cudgels with Loki, all find themselves confronted with undeniable facts in their own careers; cf. stanzas 26 (Frigg), 52 (Skathi) and 54 (Sif). Gefjun and Freyja are silenced in similar fashion. Wish-son: adopted son; Loki was the son of the giant Farbauti and the giantess Laufey, and hence was not of the race of the gods, but had been virtually adopted by Othin, who subsequently had good reason to regret it.
  26. Stanza 17 “Be silent, Ithun! | thou art, I say, Of women most lustful in love, Since thou thy washed-bright | arms didst wind About thy brother’s slayer.” Ithun spake:
  27. Stanza 17 We do not even know who Ithun’s brother was, much less who slew him.
  28. Stanza 18 “To Loki I speak not | with spiteful words Here within Ægir’s hall; And Bragi I calm, | who is hot with beer, For I wish not that fierce they should fight.” Gefjun spake:
  29. Stanza 19 “Why, ye gods twain, | with bitter tongues Raise hate among us here? Loki is famed | for his mockery foul, And the dwellers in heaven he hates.” Loki spake:
  30. Stanza 19 Gefjun: a goddess, not elsewhere mentioned in the poems, who, according to Snorri, was served by the women who died maidens. Beyond this nothing is known of her. Lines 3–4 in the manuscript are puzzling, and have been freely emended.
  31. Stanza 20 “Be silent, Gefjun! | for now shall I say Who led thee to evil life; The boy so fair | gave a necklace bright, And about him thy leg was laid.” Othin spake:
  32. Stanza 20 Nothing is known of the incident here mentioned. There is a good deal of confusion as to various of the gods and goddesses, and it has been suggested that Gefjun is really Frigg under another name, with a little of Freyja—whose attributes were frequently confused with Frigg’s—thrown in. Certainly Othin’s answer (stanza 21, lines 3–4) fits Frigg perfectly, for she shared his knowledge of the future, whereas it has no relation to anything known of Gefjun. As for the necklace (line 3), it may be the Brisings’ necklace, which appears in the Thrymskvitha as Freyja’s, but which, in some mythological writings, is assigned to Frigg.
  33. Stanza 21 “Mad art thou, Loki, | and little of wit, The wrath of Gefjun to rouse; For the fate that is set | for all she sees, Even as I, methinks.” Loki spake:
  34. Stanza 21 Snorri quotes line 1; cf. note on stanza 29.
  35. Stanza 22 “Be silent, Othin! | not justly thou settest The fate of the fight among men; Oft gavst thou to him | who deserved not the gift, To the baser, the battle’s prize.” Othin spake:
  36. Stanza 23 “Though I gave to him | who deserved not the gift, To the baser, the battle’s prize; Winters eight | wast thou under the earth, Milking the cows as a maid, (Ay, and babes didst thou bear; Unmanly thy soul must seem.)” Loki spake:
  37. Stanza 23 There is no other reference to Loki’s having spent eight years underground, or to his cow-milking. On one occasion, however, he did bear offspring. A giant had undertaken to build the gods a fortress, his reward being Freyja and the sun and moon, provided the work was done by a given time. His sole helper was his horse, Svathilfari. The work being nearly done, and the gods fearing to lose Freyja and the sun and moon, Loki turned himself into a mare, and so effectually distracted Svathilfari from his task that shortly afterwards Loki gave birth to Othin’s eight-legged horse, Sleipnir. In such contests of abuse a man was not infrequently taunted with having borne children; cf. Helgakvitha Hundingsbana I, 39–45. One or two of the last three lines may be spurious.
  38. Stanza 24 “They say that with spells | in Samsey once Like witches with charms didst thou work; And in witch’s guise | among men didst thou go; Unmanly thy soul must seem.” Frigg spake:
  39. Stanza 24 Samsey: perhaps the Danish island of Samsö. Othin was the god of magic, but there is no other reference to his ever having disguised himself as a witch.
  40. Stanza 25 “Of the deeds ye two | of old have done Ye should make no speech among men; Whate’er ye have done | in days gone by, Old tales should ne’er be told.” Loki spake:
  41. Stanza 25 Frigg: Othin’s wife; cf. note to introductory prose.
  42. Stanza 26 “Be silent, Frigg! | thou art Fjorgyn’s wife, But ever lustful in love; For Vili and Ve, | thou wife of Vithrir, Both in thy bosom have lain.” Frigg spake:
  43. Stanza 26 Fjorgyn: Othin; cf. Voluspo, 56 and note. Vili and Ve: Othin’s brothers, who appear merely as, with Othin, the sons of Bur and Bestla; cf. Voluspo, 4. The Ynglingasaga says that, during one of Othin’s protracted absences, his two brothers took Frigg as their mistress. Vithrir: another name for Othin.
  44. Stanza 27 “If a son like Baldr | were by me now, Here within Ægir’s hall, From the sons of the gods | thou shouldst go not forth Till thy fierceness in fight were tried.” Loki spake:
  45. Stanza 27 On the death of Baldr, slain through Loki’s cunning by the blind Hoth, cf. Voluspo, 32 and note.
  46. Stanza 28 “Thou wilt then, Frigg, | that further I tell Of the ill that now I know; Mine is the blame | that Baldr no more Thou seest ride home to the hall.” Freyja spake:
  47. Stanza 29 “Mad art thou, Loki, | that known thou makest The wrong and shame thou hast wrought; The fate of all | does Frigg know well, Though herself she says it not.” Loki spake:
  48. Stanza 29 Freyja: daughter of Njorth and sister of Freyr; cf. note on introductory prose. Snorri, in speaking of Frigg’s knowledge of the future, makes a stanza out of Lokasenna, 21, 1; 47, 2; 29, 3–4, thus: “Mad art thou, Loki, | and little of wit, / Why, Loki, leavst thou this not? / The fate of all | does Frigg know well, / Though herself she says it not.”
  49. Stanza 30 “Be silent, Freyja! | for fully I know thee, Sinless thou art not thyself; Of the gods and elves | who are gathered here, Each one as thy lover has lain.” Freyja spake:
  50. Stanza 30 According to Snorri, Freyja was a model of fidelity to her husband, Oth.
  51. Stanza 31 “False is thy tongue, | and soon shalt thou find That it sings thee an evil song; The gods are wroth, | and the goddesses all, And in grief shalt thou homeward go.” Loki spake:
  52. Stanza 32 “Be silent, Freyja! | thou foulest witch, And steeped full sore in sin; In the arms of thy brother | the bright gods caught thee When Freyja her wind set free.” Njorth spake:
  53. Stanza 32 Before each of stanzas 32–42 the manuscript indicates the speaker, through the initial letter of the name written in the margin. Thy brother: Freyr; there is no other indication that such a relation existed between these two, but they themselves were the product of such a union; cf. stanza 36 and note.
  54. Stanza 33 “Small ill does it work | though a woman may have A lord or a lover or both; But a wonder it is | that this womanish god Comes hither, though babes he has borne.” Loki spake:
  55. Stanza 33 Njorth: father of Freyr and Freyja, and given by the Wanes as a hostage, in exchange for Hönir, at the close of the first war; cf. Voluspo, 21 and note, also Skirnismol, introductory prose and note. Babes: cf. stanza 23 and note. Bugge suggests that this clause may have been a late insertion.
  56. Stanza 34 “Be silent, Njorth; | thou wast eastward sent, To the gods as a hostage given; And the daughters of Hymir | their privy had When use did they make of thy mouth.” Njorth spake:
  57. Stanza 34 Daughters of Hymir: we have no clue to who these were, though Hymir is doubtless the frost-giant of the Hymiskvitha (q.v.). Loki’s point is that Njorth is not a god, but the product of an inferior race (the Wanes).
  58. Stanza 35 “Great was my gain, | though long was I gone, To the gods as a hostage given; The son did I have | whom no man hates, And foremost of gods is found.” Loki spake:
  59. Stanza 35 The son: Freyr.
  60. Stanza 36 “Give heed now, Njorth, | nor boast too high, No longer I hold it hid; With thy sister hadst thou | so fair a son, Thus hadst thou no worse a hope.” Tyr spake:
  61. Stanza 36 Thy sister: the Ynglingasaga supports this story of Njorth’s having had two children by his sister before he came among the gods. Snorri, on the other hand, specifically says that Freyr and Freyja were born after Njorth came to the gods.
  62. Stanza 37 “Of the heroes brave | is Freyr the best Here in the home of the gods; He harms not maids | nor the wives of men, And the bound from their fetters he frees.” Loki spake:
  63. Stanza 37 Tyr: the god of battle; cf. notes on Hymiskvitha, 4, and Voluspo,
  64. Stanza 38 “Be silent, Tyr! | for between two men Friendship thou ne’er couldst fashion; Fain would I tell | how Fenrir once Thy right hand rent from thee.” Tyr spake:
  65. Stanza 38 Snorri mentions Tyr’s incompetence as a peacemaker. Fenrir: the wolf, Loki’s son; cf. Voluspo, 39.
  66. Stanza 39 “My hand do I lack, | but Hrothvitnir thou, And the loss brings longing to both; Ill fares the wolf | who shall ever await In fetters the fall of the gods.” Loki spake:
  67. Stanza 39 Freyr; concerning his noble qualities cf. Skirnismol, introductory prose and note.
  68. Stanza 39 Hrothvitnir (“The Mighty Wolf”): Fenrir, who awaits in chains the final battle and death at the hands of Vithar. The manuscript has a metrical error in line 3, which has led to various emendations, all with much the same meaning.
  69. Stanza 40 “Be silent, Tyr! | for a son with me Thy wife once chanced to win; Not a penny, methinks, | wast thou paid for the wrong, Nor wast righted an inch, poor wretch.” Freyr spake:
  70. Stanza 40 Thy wife: there is no other reference to Tyr’s wife, nor do we know who was the son in question.
  71. Stanza 41 “By the mouth of the river | the wolf remains Till the gods to destruction go; Thou too shalt soon, | if thy tongue is not stilled, Be fettered, thou forger of ill.” Loki spake:
  72. Stanza 41 The mouth of the river: according to Snorri, the chained Fenrir “roars horribly, and the slaver runs from his mouth, and makes the river called Vam; he lies there till the doom of the gods.” Freyr’s threat is actually carried out; cf. concluding prose.
  73. Stanza 42 “The daughter of Gymir | with gold didst thou buy, And sold thy sword to boot; But when Muspell’s sons | through Myrkwood ride, Thou shalt weaponless wait, poor wretch.” Byggvir spake:
  74. Stanza 42 The daughter of Gymir: Gerth, heroine of the Skirnismol, which gives the details of Freyr’s loss of his sword. Muspell’s sons: the name Muspell is not used elsewhere in the poems; Snorri uses it frequently, but only in this same phrase, “Muspell’s sons.” They are the dwellers in the fire-world, Muspellsheim, led by Surt against the gods in the last battle; cf. Voluspo, 47 and 52 and notes. Myrkwood: here the dark forest bounding the fire-world; in the Atlakvitha (stanza 3) the name is used of another boundary forest.
  75. Stanza 43 “Had I birth so famous | as Ingunar-Freyr, And sat in so lofty a seat, I would crush to marrow | this croaker of ill, And beat all his body to bits.” Loki spake:
  76. Stanza 43 Byggvir: one of Freyr’s two servants; cf. introductory prose. Ingunar-Freyr: the name is not used elsewhere in the poems, or by Snorri; it may be the genitive of a woman’s name, Ingun, the unknown sister of Njorth who was Freyr’s mother (cf. stanza 36), or a corruption of the name Ingw, used for Freyr (Fro) in old German mythology.
  77. Stanza 44 “What little creature | goes crawling there, Snuffling and snapping about? At Freyr’s ears ever | wilt thou be found, Or muttering hard at the mill.” Byggvir spake:
  78. Stanza 44 Beginning with this stanza, the names of the speakers are lacking in the manuscript. The mill: i.e., at slaves’ tasks.
  79. Stanza 45 “Byggvir my name, | and nimble am I, As gods and men do grant; And here am I proud | that the children of Hropt Together all drink ale.” Loki spake:
  80. Stanza 45 Nothing further is known of either Byggvir’s swiftness or his cowardice. Hropt: Othin.
  81. Stanza 46 “Be silent, Byggvir! | thou never couldst set Their shares of the meat for men; Hid in straw on the floor, | they found thee not When heroes were fain to fight.” Heimdall spake:
  82. Stanza 47 “Drunk art thou, Loki, | and mad are thy deeds, Why, Loki, leavst thou this not? For drink beyond measure | will lead all men No thought of their tongues to take.” Loki spake:
  83. Stanza 47 Heimdall: besides being the watchman of the gods (cf. Voluspo, 27), he appears also as the god of light (cf. Thrymskvitha, 14), and possibly also as a complex cultural deity in the Rigsthula. He was a son of Othin, born of nine sisters; cf. Hyndluljoth, 37–40. In the last battle he and Loki slay one another. Line 2 is quoted by Snorri; cf. stanza 29, note.
  84. Stanza 48 “Be silent, Heimdall! | in days long since Was an evil fate for thee fixed; With back held stiff | must thou ever stand, As warder of heaven to watch.” Skathi spake:
  85. Stanza 49 “Light art thou, Loki, | but longer thou mayst not In freedom flourish thy tail; On the rocks the gods bind thee | with bowels torn Forth from thy frost-cold son.” Loki spake:
  86. Stanza 49 Skathi: the wife of Njorth, and daughter of the giant Thjazi, concerning whose death cf. Harbarthsljoth, 19, note. Bowels, etc.: according to the prose note at the end of the Lokasenna, the gods bound Loki with the bowels of his son Vali, and changed his other son, Narfi, into a wolf. Snorri turns the story about, Vali being the wolf, who tears his brother to pieces, the gods then using Narfi’s intestines to bind Loki. Narfi—and presumably Vali—were the sons of Loki and his wife, Sigyn. They appear only in this episode, though Narfi (or Nari) is named by Snorri in his list of Loki’s children. Cf. concluding prose, and note.
  87. Stanza 50 “Though on rocks the gods bind me | with bowels torn Forth from my frost-cold son, I was first and last | at the deadly fight There where Thjazi we caught.” Skathi spake:
  88. Stanza 51 “Wert thou first and last | at the deadly fight There where Thjazi was caught, From my dwellings and fields | shall ever come forth A counsel cold for thee.” Loki spake:
  89. Stanza 52 “More lightly thou spakest | with Laufey’s son, When thou badst me come to thy bed; Such things must be known | if now we two Shall seek our sins to tell.” Then Sif came forward and poured mead for Loki in a crystal cup, and said:
  90. Stanza 52 Laufey’s son: Loki; not much is known of his parents beyond their names. His father was the giant Farbauti, his mother Laufey, sometimes called Nal. There is an elaborate but far-fetched hypothesis explaining these three on the basis of a nature-myth. There is no other reference to such a relation between Skathi and Loki as he here suggests.
  91. Stanza 53 “Hail to thee, Loki, | and take thou here The crystal cup of old mead; For me at least, | alone of the gods, Blameless thou knowest to be.” He took the horn, and drank therefrom:
  92. Stanza 53 Sif: Thor’s wife; cf. Harbarthsljoth, 48, where her infidelity is again mentioned. The manuscript omits the proper name from the preceding prose, and a few editors have, obviously in error, attributed the speech to Beyla.
  93. Stanza 54 “Alone thou wert | if truly thou wouldst All men so shyly shun; But one do I know | full well, methinks, Who had thee from Hlorrithi’s arms,— (Loki the crafty in lies.)” Beyla spake:
  94. Stanza 54 Hlorrithi: Thor. Line 5 is probably spurious.
  95. Stanza 55 “The mountains shake, | and surely I think From his home comes Hlorrithi now; He will silence the man | who is slandering here Together both gods and men.” Loki spake:
  96. Stanza 55 Beyla: Freyr’s servant, wife of Byggvir; cf. introductory prose and note.
  97. Stanza 56 “Be silent, Beyla! | thou art Byggvir’s wife, And deep art thou steeped in sin; A greater shame | to the gods came ne’er, Befouled thou art with thy filth.” Then came Thor forth, and spake:
  98. Stanza 57 “Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer, Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth; Thy shoulder-cliff | shall I cleave from thy neck, And so shall thy life be lost.” Loki spake:
  99. Stanza 57 Mjollnir: concerning Thor’s famous hammer see particularly Thrymskvitha, 1 and note. Shoulder-cliff: head; concerning the use of such diction in the Edda, cf. introductory note to Hymiskvitha. The manuscript indicates line 3 as the beginning of a stanza, but this is apparently a scribal error.
  100. Stanza 58 “Lo, in has come | the son of Earth: Why threaten so loudly, Thor? Less fierce thou shalt go | to fight with the wolf When he swallows Sigfather up.” Thor spake:
  101. Stanza 58 Son of Earth: Thor, son of Othin and Jorth (Earth). The manuscript omits the word “son,” but all editors have agreed in supplying it. The wolf: Fenrir, Loki’s son, who slays Othin (Sigfather: “Father of Victory”) in the final battle. Thor, according to Snorri and to the Voluspo, 56, fights with Mithgarthsorm and not with Fenrir, who is killed by Vithar.
  102. Stanza 59 “Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer, Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth; I shall hurl thee up | and out in the East, Where men shall see thee no more.” Loki spake:
  103. Stanza 59 Lines 1–2 are abbreviated in the manuscript, as also in stanzas 61 and 63.
  104. Stanza 60 “That thou hast fared | on the East-road forth To men shouldst thou say no more; In the thumb of a glove | didst thou hide, thou great one, And there forgot thou wast Thor.” Thor spake:
  105. Stanza 60 Loki’s taunt that Thor hid in the thumb of Skrymir’s glove is similar to that of Othin, Harbarthsljoth, 26, in the note to which the story is outlined. Line 4 is identical with line 3 of Harbarthsljoth, 26.
  106. Stanza 61 “Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer, Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth; My right hand shall smite thee | with Hrungnir’s slayer, Till all thy bones are broken.” Loki spake:
  107. Stanza 61 Hrungnir’s slayer: the hammer; the story of how Thor slew this stone-headed giant is indicated in Harbarthsljoth, 14–15, and outlined in the note to stanza 14 of that poem.
  108. Stanza 62 “A long time still | do I think to live, Though thou threatenest thus with thy hammer; Rough seemed the straps | of Skrymir’s wallet, When thy meat thou mightest not get, (And faint from hunger didst feel.)” Thor spake:
  109. Stanza 62 On the day following the adventure of the glove, Thor, Loki and Thor’s servants proceed on their way in company with Skrymir, who puts all their food in his wallet. At evening Skrymir goes to sleep, and Thor tries to get at the food, but cannot loosen the straps of the wallet. In a rage he smites Skrymir three times on the head with his hammer, but the giant—who, it subsequently appears, deftly dodges the blows—is totally undisturbed. Line 5 may well be spurious.
  110. Stanza 63 “Unmanly one, cease, | or the mighty hammer, Mjollnir, shall close thy mouth; The slayer of Hrungnir | shall send thee to hell, And down to the gate of death.” Loki spake:
  111. Stanza 64 “I have said to the gods | and the sons of the gods The things that whetted my thoughts; But before thee alone | do I now go forth, For thou fightest well, I ween.
  112. Stanza 65 “Ale hast thou brewed, | but, Ægir, now Such feasts shalt thou make no more; O’er all that thou hast | which is here within Shall play the flickering flames, (And thy back shall be burnt with fire.)” And after that Loki hid himself in Franang’s waterfall in the guise of a salmon, and there the gods took him. He was bound with the bowels of his son Vali, but his son Narfi was changed to a wolf. Skathi took a poison-snake and fastened it up over Loki’s face, and the poison dropped thereon. Sigyn, Loki’s wife, sat there and held a shell under the poison, but when the shell was full she bore away the poison, and meanwhile the poison dropped on Loki. Then he struggled so hard that the whole earth shook therewith; and now that is called an earthquake. NOTES Prose. Ægir: the sea-god; Snorri gives Hler as another of his names, but he is not elsewhere called Gymir, which is the name of the giant, Gerth’s father, in the Skirnismol. On Ægir cf. Grimnismol, 45, and Hymiskvitha, 1. Frigg: though Othin’s wife is often mentioned, she plays only a minor part in the Eddic poems; cf. Voluspo, 34, Vafthruthnismol, 1, and Grimnismol, introductory prose. Thor: the compiler is apparently a trifle confused as to Thor’s movements; the “journey in the East” here mentioned cannot be the one described in the Hymiskvitha, nor yet the one narrated by Snorri, as Loki was with Thor throughout that expedition. He probably means no more than that Thor was off killing giants. Sif: concerning Thor’s wife the chief incident is that Loki cut off her hair, and, at the command of the wrathful Thor, was compelled to have the dwarfs fashion her a new supply of hair out of gold; cf. Harbarthsljoth, 48. Bragi: the god of poetry; cf. Grimnismol, 44 and note. Ithun: the goddess of youth; cf. note on Skirnismol, 19. Ithun is not mentioned by name in any other of the Eddic poems, but Snorri tells in detail how the giant Thjazi stole her and her apples, explaining the reference in Harbarthsljoth, 19 (q. v.). Tyr: the god of battle; cf. Hymiskvitha, 4, and (concerning his dealings with the wolf Fenrir) Voluspo, 39, note. Njorth: the chief of the Wanes, and father of Freyr and Freyja; cf. (concerning the whole family) Skirnismol, introductory prose and note, also Voluspo, 21 and note. Skathi: Njorth’s wife was the daughter of the giant Thjazi; cf. Harbarthsljoth, 19, note, and Grimnismol, 11. Vithar: the silent god, the son of Othin who avenged his father by slaying the wolf Fenrir; cf. Voluspo, 54, Vafth …
  113. Stanza 65 The flames: the fire that consumes the world on the last day; cf. Voluspo, 57. Line 5 may be spurious. Prose: Snorri tells the same story, with minor differences, but makes it the consequence of Loki’s part in the slaying of Baldr, which undoubtedly represents the correct tradition. The compiler of the poems either was confused or thought the incident was useful as indicating what finally happened to Loki. Possibly he did not mean to imply that Loki’s fate was brought upon him by his abuse of the gods, but simply tried to round out the story. Franang: “Gleaming Water.” Vali and Narfi: cf. stanza 49 and note. Sigyn: cf. Voluspo, 35, the only other place where she is mentioned in the poems. Snorri omits the naive note about earthquakes, his narrative ending with the words, “And there he lies till the destruction of the gods.”

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