Wroth was Vingthor,
when he awoke,
and his hammer missed;
his beard he shook,
his forehead struck,
the son of earth
felt all around him;
And first of all
these words he uttered:--
"Hear now, Loki!
what I now say,
which no one knows
anywhere on earth,
nor in heaven above:
the As's hammer is stolen!"
They went to the fair
Freyja's dwelling,
and he these words
first of all said:--
"Wilt thou me, Freyja,
thy feather-garment lend,
that perchance my hammer
I may find?"