How Thor got his hammer - Scott A. Mellor

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Loki, the mischief-maker, was writhing uncomfortably in Thor's iron grip. The previous night, while the rest of the gods slept, he'd snuck up on Thor's wife, Sif, and shorn off her beautiful hair. It had seemed like a funny prank at the time, but now Thor was about to break every bone in his body. Loki had to think of some way to fix what he'd done. Yet who could replace Sif's matchless hair, golden like a field of summer wheat? The dwarves. Their legendary smiths could make anything, so Loki rushed to their realm, deep within the mountains of the earth. Even before he arrived, the wily Loki was already scheming how he would get the dwarves to do his bidding. He decided that his best bet was to pit two families against each other. He first visited the masterful sons of Ivaldi. He told them that their rivals, a pair of brothers named Braque and Eitri, had claimed that they were the best craftsmen in the world and were determined to prove it in a competition. The rules were that each family had to create three gifts for the gods, including for the Ivaldis, golden hair. Then Loki visited Brak and Eitri and told them the same thing, only now claiming that the sons of Ivaldi had issued the challenge. But Brak and Eitri couldn't be fooled so easily and only agreed to participate if Loki put his own head on the line. Literally. If Brak and Eitri won, Loki would forfeit his head to them. Loki had no choice but to agree, and to save himself, had to find a way to make sure the sons of Ivaldi emerged victorious. Both sets of dwarves got to work. Eitri set Brokk to man the bellows and told him not to stop for any reason, or the treasures would be ruined. Soon, a strange black fly flew into the room. As a piece of pigskin was placed in the forge, the fly stung Brokk's hand, but he didn't flinch. Next, while Eitri worked a block of gold, the fly bit Brokk on the neck. the dwarf carried on. Finally, Eitri placed a piece of iron in the furnace. This time, the fly landed right on Brokk's eyelid and bit as hard as it could. And for just a split second, Brokk's hand left the bellows. That's all it took. Their final treasure hadn't stayed in the fire long enough. Loki now reappeared in his normal form, overjoyed by their failure, and accompanied the dwarves to present their treasures to the gods. First, Loki presented the treasures from the sons of Ivaldi, their golden hair bound to Sif's head and continued to grow, leaving her even more radiant