Gather around brothers and sisters for I halove another tale. For this is a story of a fated meeting. For this story is of when Thor met the great serpent. Our story begins when Thor and Tyr went to borrow a grand kettle from Tyr’s father, the fierce giant Hymir. On the first night the Gods and the giants feasted on three oxen, but Hymir told them “tomorrow we must live on what we catch from the sea.” “Nothing would suit me better than to go fishing with you, great Hymir.” proclaimed Thor. The next morning the giant was getting ready and being in a bad humour told Thor “if you going with me get your own bait! You can catch the ox yourself.” So Thor found the herd of the giant, and saw a all-black bull ‘the finest of all’ and wrung his head from his body and took it for bait. They started out in Hymir’s boat, both rowing. Thor’s mighty strokes sent the boat studding over the angry sea. When they made it far enough out the gaint said “This is my fishing ground. We’ll stop here this is where I catch whales. “It is child’s play to fish so near the shore,” said Thor, redoubling the might of his strokes. When at last they were in the middle of the ocean, Thor stopped roeing. The giant throw is line and caught two whales on one bait. Then Thor through his line, which although slender was of great strength. He fastened the gory head of the black ox firmly to the hook. Down, down went the bait, far below the waves; deeper than where the whales sported; down to the very bottom of the ocean. There lay the mighty earth-encircler, the giant serpent of the deep. For years he had laid in quiet of the deep sea, with his tail down his throat, waiting with a slow-burning hatred for the time of vengeance, the Twilight of the Gods. Never, in all the long years, had bait with a hook come near his dull eyes, and Thor had secured a most tempting bait. As it reached him he opened his wipe jaws and swallowed the bait with the hook. Then came the struggle. Thor pulled with such strength that his feet broke through the bottom of the boat, and he stood on the floor of the sea. The serpent, hissing and lashing with pain, was drawn up through the vast depths of the sea. The sea, away to the horizon, was covered in pousnus foam. High waves rose like tossing mountains over the vast expanse. Heavy clouds met waves, and Thor’s lighting darted amid the seething billows. The horrid coils of the great serpent rose above the see, glistening with foul venom, and his jaws gaped as he strove to seize his powerful enemy. Thor grasped him his arms, and the struggle grew fiercer still. Sheets of poisonous foam mixed with the clouds. The crashing of the thunder mingled with the loud hissing of the serpent. Except for the lighting darkness covered the sea. Thor loosened his grip on the monster for an instant so that he might hurl Mjöllnir at his head. Then the Hymir, who saw with fear and hatred of the god, cut the line, and with a long vengeful hiss of hate, the serpent sank back into the sea. Where he will wait for Ragnarök.