...And thus they were come to a great fortress standing on an open plain. A fell yet mighty air was about this place. They had at least reached Utgard, a stronghold of giants. Entering they beheld a great hall. Inside, many large men sat in feast.
"News travels slowly from distant parts, but am I wrong in thinking that this little fellow is Thor the Charioteer? Surely there is more to you than meets the eye. Tell me, companions, what skills do you think you are capable of competing? No one can stay here with us who does not have some skill or knowledge greater than other men"
I, Loki will challenge thee
I am the swiftest eather here
Bring forth a trough of meat
Now, who will face me?
Now in the middle I see
That I am defeated
Though bones remain after me
Nothing I see in front of me.
Come now, Thjalfi,
Let us race
Out on the plain
Of Utgard
Three times I won
Now turn back
And accept defeat
At Utgard.
Bring forth the feaasting horn
From which the Charioteer will drink
I know you can drain this horn i n
Three drinks and no more
Should you fail, I shall not doubt that
You will fare well in other feats.
I cannot lift your cat,
Though I try with all my might
I cannot wrestle your old nurse
So steadfast is her stance
In truth, I am the forest giant
You struck mountains with your blows
Wildfire burned and mind did run
Thus came defeat to your friends
Though you drunk you did not see
The ocean unending
The Serpent you lifted high
And old age you did fight well
"News travels slowly from distant parts, but am I wrong in thinking that this little fellow is Thor the Charioteer? Surely there is more to you than meets the eye. Tell me, companions, what skills do you think you are capable of competing? No one can stay here with us who does not have some skill or knowledge greater than other men"
I, Loki will challenge thee
I am the swiftest eather here
Bring forth a trough of meat
Now, who will face me?
Now in the middle I see
That I am defeated
Though bones remain after me
Nothing I see in front of me.
Come now, Thjalfi,
Let us race
Out on the plain
Of Utgard
Three times I won
Now turn back
And accept defeat
At Utgard.
Bring forth the feaasting horn
From which the Charioteer will drink
I know you can drain this horn i n
Three drinks and no more
Should you fail, I shall not doubt that
You will fare well in other feats.
I cannot lift your cat,
Though I try with all my might
I cannot wrestle your old nurse
So steadfast is her stance
In truth, I am the forest giant
You struck mountains with your blows
Wildfire burned and mind did run
Thus came defeat to your friends
Though you drunk you did not see
The ocean unending
The Serpent you lifted high
And old age you did fight well