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
