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He had promised Odin a feast that would be remembered until the breaking of the world, but he had a problem. He possessed no cauldron large enough to brew ale for all the gods of Asgard.

The gods raised their horns. For a moment, there was peace in the depths, while above, the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, singing the song of the giant who ruled the drownings and the dreams of men. Г„gir

"The Aesir are coming," Ægir rumbled, his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates. He had promised Odin a feast that would

Thor, ever the pragmatist of the hammer, had journeyed to the ends of the earth to seize the mile-wide cauldron from the giant Hymir. Now, it sat in the center of Ægir’s hall, bubbling with a brew so potent it could make a mountain weep. For a moment, there was peace in the

"Drink," Ægir commanded, his voice a calm tide. "The sea provides, and the sea takes. Tonight, we drink. Tomorrow, the storms return."