Neonwolf2303

A giant's son of trickster's make, and bound by blood to the Hanged God, in japery he does partake – the mischief ever his façade. Though born of ice, he rules the flame, forever the immortal's bane. His tricks and lies they failed to tame; their anger they could not contain. [just look into the trickster's eyes and see the mischief burning there] His aid they sought, from time to time – 'twas he who rescued Freyja fair from being won through giant's crime, by acting as a willing mare. The Father of the Slain received the mighty horse, named Sleipnir, then – a son the trickster had conceived, the greate