So Thor had Freyja's dress put on him, a necklace around his great throat, and a veil over his face. But oven then his eyes blazed like fire.
Loke dressed himself like a maid, and they went to Jotunheim in Thor's chariot.
When Thrym saw them coming, he had a great feast prepared.
Thor ate a whole ox and ten salmon. Thrym's eyes stood out with surprise. But Loke whispered, " Freyja longed so much to come to Jotunheim that she has eaten nothing for seven days."
At this Thrym was so pleased that he leaned over to look into her face. But he started back when he saw the blazing eyes.
Loke said softly, "Freyja longed so much to come to Jotunheim that she has not slept for seven nights."
When the feast was over, Thrym brought the hammer and laid it in Freyja's lap.
The moment Thor's fingers touched the handle he sprang up, tore the veil from his eyes, and drew back the hammer to strike.
So angry was he that he laid the giant dead with one blow.
Thor and Loke went away, leaving nothing but a heap of blazing sticks where the house had been.
