Thor's stolen hammer in Old Norse

Reiðr var þá Vingþórr, er hann vaknaði ok síns hamars um saknaði: skegg nam at hrista, skǫr nam at dýia, réð Iarðar burr um at þreifaz.

Ving-Thor was furious when he woke and missed his hammer; he shook his beard, tossed his hair, and the son of Earth groped all about him.

Ok hann þat orða allz fyrst um kvað:'

And these were the very first words he spoke:

Heyrðu nú, Loki, hvat ek nú mæli, er eigi veit iarðar hvergi né upphimins: áss er stolinn hamri!'

"Listen now, Loki, to what I say, which no one knows anywhere on earth or in heaven above: the god is robbed of his hammer!"

Gengo þeir fagra Freyio túna, ok hann þat orða allz fyrst um kvað:'

They went to fair Freyja's courts, and these were the first words he spoke:

Muntu mér, Freyia, fiaðrhams léa, ef ek minn hamar mættak hitta?''

"Will you lend me your feather-cloak, Freyja, so that I might find my hammer?"

Þó mynda ek gefa þér, þótt ór gulli væri, ok þó selia, at væri ór silfri.'

"I would give it to you even if it were made of gold, and hand it over though it were of silver."

Fló þá Loki, fiaðrhamr dunði, unz fyr útan kom ása garða, ok fyr innan kom iǫtna heima.

Then Loki flew, the feather-cloak whirred, until he came out beyond the courts of the gods and came into the world of the giants.

Þrymr sat á haugi, þursa dróttinn, greyiom sínom gullbǫnd snøri ok mǫrom sínom mǫn iafnaði.'

Thrym sat on a mound, lord of the ogres, twisting gold collars for his dogs and trimming the manes of his horses.

Hvat er með ásom? Hvat er með álfom? Hví ertu einn kominn í iǫtunheima?''

"How are things with the gods? How with the elves? Why have you come alone to the land of the giants?"

Illt er með ásom! Illt er með álfom! Hefir þú Hlórriða hamar um fólginn?''

"It is bad with the gods! It is bad with the elves! Have you hidden Hlorridi's hammer?"

Ek hefi Hlórriða hamar um fólginn, átta rǫstom fyr iǫrð neðan!

"I have hidden Hlorridi's hammer eight leagues beneath the earth!

Hann engi maðr aptr um heimtir, nema fœri mér Freyio at kvæn!'

No man shall get it back unless he brings me Freyja as my wife!"

Fló þá Loki, fiaðrhamr dunði, unz fyr útan kom iǫtna heima, ok fyr innan kom ása garða.

Then Loki flew, the feather-cloak whirred, until he came out of the world of the giants and came into the courts of the gods.

Mœtti hann Þór miðra garða, ok þat hann orða allz fyrst um kvað:'

He met Thor in the middle of the courts, and these were the first words he spoke:

Hefir þú ørindi sem erfiði? Segðu á lopti lǫng tíðindi! Opt sitianda sǫgor um fallaz, ok liggiandi lygi um bellir.''

"Has your errand gone as well as your effort? Tell your long news up there in the air! A man who sits down often loses his tale, and one lying down blurts out lies."

Hefi ek erfiði ok ørindi: Þrymr hefir þinn hamar, þursa dróttinn; hann engi maðr aptr um heimtir, nema hánom fœri Freyio at kván.'

"I have trouble and news: Thrym has your hammer, the lord of the ogres; no man shall get it back unless he brings him Freyja as his wife."

Ganga þeir fagra Freyio at hitta, ok hann þat orða allz fyrst um kvað:'

They go to find fair Freyja, and these were the first words he spoke:

Bittu þik, Freyia, brúðar líni! vit skolom aka tvau í iǫtunheima.'

"Dress yourself in the bridal veil, Freyja! We two shall drive to the land of the giants."