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Gather around people, and I shall tell you a story ✨ Way way back, the gods were holed up in Asgard, fearing impending attacks from the titans. They were searching for solutions to guard themselves, and they thought the best way to defend themselves was to raise a big wall around their palace.

But he would want a reward if he could do it; the beautiful Freya's hand in marriage. The gods scoffed at the possibility he could build that wall and wouldn't even want to consider the possibility of giving up Freya to this stranger. But Loki, cunning as he was, had an idea.

He proposed that the gods let him do it; but he'd have to finish within one year. He knew there was no chance he could do it, and at the very least they'd have an incomplete wall to finish up themselves. An easy win for free labor. Freya was against it either way, but the gods sided with Loki.

And thus the old man got to work. Each day, he brought huge rocks on a cart with Svaðilfari, he laid them on the wall and he was raising that wall, little by little. Weeks went by, then months. The old man did not slow down. The year was almost done, and he was proving the gods wrong.