Purple Witch

Thor’s Wedding

Nine days had passed before Loki and Thor had set their plan into action. Thor, dressed in white, departed Asgard under a veil and a different name. Loki accompanied him disguised as a pretty handmaiden. They travelled across the skies pulled by Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr in Thor’s sturdy chariot. Each of the giant goats trotted hard across the heavens. They created intimidating rumbles amongst the clouds on their way to Jotunheim.

Thor looked incredibly foolish, dressed as a bride with only a veil covering his face. His bulky size mixed with the muscular tone of a mighty warrior was hard to conceal. His disguise would not be able to fool a child, but it didn't have to. It only had to deceive a blind troll king.

A delicate and dainty white dress with floral patterns in lace restricted the thunder god's movements. It forced him to move like a woman with the fear of revealing his true form before his hammer was reclaimed. The seams held on the verge of bursting. If he had not moved elegantly, he’d be standing naked for all to see and the hammer would be forever out of reach.

Loki, on the other hand, was a master of deception. He could change his shape, size and sound at his own desire. He enjoyed the illusion of it all. Appearing as something he is not, to wither hearts and warp the minds of others. With the spell I gave to become Ratatoskr, he moulded it into his own variations. Nightmares and dreams, mixed with his twisted mind, usually ended with someone suffering his means of entertainment. Unless you possessed an all-seeing eye, you would be left vulnerable to his deceptions.

The chariot travelled up the mountain until they finally reached the great castle. Loki warned Thor to allow him to do all the talking. Thor lacked the same level of deception as Loki and if Thrymir heard his voice, the quest would fail. After all, he was responsible for Thrymir’s poor sight.

On their arrival, a giant bigfoot greeted them at the door. “You cannot be Freya. Your ankles are thick and your shoulders are broader than a mighty oak tree. Perhaps my brother likes that sort of thing. You have a few nice rings, my pretty. After this marriage is consummated, I’ll take them as payment of protection.”

Thor began to puff his chest only to be eased by Loki in disguise. “You are tired, Freya. Allow me to guide you to Thrymir’s table with this soon-to-be sister-in-law’s help. We ladies must look out for each other.” The sasquatch guided them to the feasting hall while the pair pretended to be clueless about their surroundings.

As the giant wooden doors opened, Thor smiled, recalling his victory there. Loki nudged him back to their present situation. “Remember, my lady, let me do the talking,” Loki said, adjusting the veil before taking their seats.

“Welcome, my beautiful bride-to-be. Forgive me, but my sight isn't what it used to be. Being in your presence makes my heart flutter all the same. Judging by the silence in my hall, the whispers and mumbles are the Jotun jealous of my wife-to-be,” Thrym boasted. None of the Jotun would be so bold as to share their concerns with the appearance of Thor as Freya. They were afraid of death by either Thor’s or Thrymir’s hand. In the end, their silence would guarantee their demise, as they all were fated to fall by Mjolnir.

“Bring the feast!” Thrymir’s hideous sister roared.

As the banquet was set in front of guests and host, Thor’s eyes widened with joy. He loved to feast so much that he had forgotten the purpose of his quest. He was salivating as his stomach grumbled in anticipation. Every kind of animal meat was prepared and placed with much care by the servants. There were delicacies and dishes from all corners of the land to win Freya’s heart through her stomach.

Forgetting himself, Thor grumbled and drooled at the feast. Thrymir became weary at the manly groans but Loki quickly eased him with a lie. Thor’s uncomfortable dress expanded as he relaxed and It was lucky Loki remained focused. He whispered into Thor’s ear, making him aware of the severity of his mission. Recovering the greatest weapon in life requires strength, control and guile.

Moments had passed before Thrymir declared the start of the celebration. Thor began to devour food at an alarming rate. He shovelled handfuls of fruit and vegetables underneath his veil. The thunderer scoffed meat from the bone and inhaled salmon and exhaled fish skeletons. His consumption started to cause Thrymir to turn suspicious as he heard the whispers amongst the guzzling of mead.

“Such a voracious appetite, future wife. I have never heard of anyone, let alone a female with such an insatiable hunger,” Thrym declared, impressed.

“Yes, good king. My queen has starved herself for nine nights in anticipation of her wedding,” Loki reassured softly.

“Ah, this pleases me. How about a kiss from my future queen?” Thrymir said before he leant over the table and lifted Thor’s veil. He became startled as his vision made out two bloodshot eyes. “Emm maiden, why are my bride’s eyes so bloodshot and angry looking?”

“The goddess’ anticipation for this day has robbed her from her sleep, good king. Perhaps we should consummate the union and give her rest at last,” Loki grinned as Thor glared at him.

“Fetch the hammer and we shall make the union complete,” Thrymir demanded.

His sister left the hall and returned moments later. Thor’s eyes followed the hammer as it was walked around the room. The Jotuns became apprehensive, hoping their silence would spare them from their ill fate. The hairy big-footed sister placed the weapon on Thor’s lap as the dark clouds rolled overhead. The rumbling of the skies enhanced the panic in the wedding guests.

“Let Asgard have their hammer, my love. We shall go to the bed chambers.”

Thor gripped tightly on his hammer’s short handle as lightning cracked outside. “NO! It is time to die, you troll.” Thor launched Mjolnir straight at Thrymir’s head, and just like that, his life was over. With a flash of light, the hammer returned to his hand.

The Jotuns felt fear like never before and began to scatter. Thor eradicated them without mercy. He was acting out of character because of his damaged ego. The cursed stone in his head enhanced Thor’s arrogance, and as a result, his actions were fueled with hatred and rage.

Once all the Jotuns lay dead in the hall, he grabbed the tongue of Thrym. He tore it from the troll’s head and placed it in Midgard. It was a reminder to any Jotun that dared to speak of the time that Thor married a troll. Trolltunga was its name and it was placed in the beautiful lands of Norway.

They left that place and all in the nine realms knew to never speak of the time when Thor wore white. I even began to doubt Thor’s nobility and honour. If I couldn't remove that stone by magic, I would have to humble him in other ways.

Magick

Aspiration:

Desires, hope and dreams are the magical things that help us navigate troubled waters. The light on the horizon that, if it rises on your left, you're headed south. If it rises on your right, you are headed north.

There are many ways to navigate to your aspirations but first, identifying them is essential. Not simply floating on a vast empty ocean but sailing and steering toward the desired destination.

Aspirations don’t have to be giant. They can be specific to you: business, travel, love or anything your heart desires.

You don’t have to know how you get there, but you do need to decide where you want to go

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