CHAPTER ONE. The Lay of Thrym

You’ve got your mother in a whirl
She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair’s all right
Hey babe, let’s stay out tonight

 “Rebel, Rebel” by David Bowie

It was an unpleasant morning to which I awoke, hearing a mighty roaring sound and fuss. There was a great thundering of feet, an unmistakable shout, and someone’s attempt at soothing. After a brief moment of confusion, I realized what was happening. Of course, I thought as I rose, Thor is at it once more.

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PROLOGUE. The Poetic Edda

Now this is a story all about
how my life got flipped, turned upside-down.
And I’d like to take a minute, hold onto your socks
I’ll tell you about how I caused Ragnarök.

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