NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Thor Goes Fishing

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Thor stood at the shore. He had a demented smile on his face and a reckless gleam in his eyes.

Hymir closed the door to his house and sighed. He had moved all the way to the edge of Jotunheim to get away from all of this. Gods, Giants, Elves, they were all the same. He couldn’t be doing with their drama. All he wanted to do now was to see out the rest of his days in peace.

‘What do you want, Thor?’ he asked.

‘I’ve come to do some fishing.’

‘Fishing?’ Hymir said. He looked at Thor suspiciously. ‘You don’t seem like the kind of person who likes fishing.’

Thor stamped his feet. ‘I am too!’

Hymir noticed Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir. He gulped. Hymir was, after all, a giant, and that hammer was responsible for killing many of his kind. He laughed uncomfortably. ‘I was just pulling your leg. You’re a born fisherman if ever I saw one!’

Thor grinned.

‘So, do you have any fishing tackle with you?’

‘Nope.’

‘What’s in that bag, then?’

Thor looked around. ‘Oh. You mean this bag.’ He lifted the bag he was holding. Blood dripped from it. ‘It’s a snack in case I get hungry.’