There was a cave in Jotunheim, a cave
Thrusting deep into the earth. Deep
Into the Earth, so deep that it
Would have reached Hel's domain.
In that cave lived the giantess
Domhildr, lived in the deep dark
Cave with the Cup of Jonar. The Cup,
The Cup was wond'rous, the Cup like
A miniature sun sitting in the Earth.
Now Loki, Loki son of Farbauti heard
Of this treasure, heard of this wond'rous
Treasure deep within. The Cup shone
like gold, like gold it shone, with magic
So plotted he did, alone he plotted,
To go deep, deep into the Earth. Into the caves
of the giantess Domhildr, to steal her
Treasure, the wond'rous treasure within.
Silent he did, silently he strode, deep
Into the Earth, far, far from the sky.
Deep into the Earth, into the endless night.
There sat the giantess Domhildr,
Domhildr the daughter of Bogi, Domhildr
The Giantess, eating her meal. On the floor
She sat, eating her meat, eating the meat that
Had roasted on the fire, roasted long.
Quietly he crept, quietly along the floor. The
Giantess didn't notice, caught up in her meal,
Caught up in her meal of roasted meat.
Behind her, behind the giantess, shone a light,
Shone a light so bright that no shadow was cast.
This was the light, the light of the Cup of Jonar.
Pure it shined, pure even the giantess seemed.
Too bright it was, too bright for stealth. But
Loki stole upon the giantess, stole upon her with
Garments of wool, garments hiding his manly figure.
Domhildr looked up, looked up in surprise, at his
Appearance, his arrival therein. And then she spoke,
She spoke to him.
"Why come you here," she asked, "come to the depths,
The depths of Jotenheim, the wond'rous depths of
Jotenheim to visit my caves, my caves so deep?"
"I come," Loki said, "to seek counsel of my fellow
giantess, my fellow giantess so wise, the giantess
Domhildr, living deep within the ground. I was told, I
Was greatly told that you could answer my question,
My question so dire."
"What is it?" she asked, "What is this dire question?
What counsel do you seek, oh stranger, of me?
Of me, Domhildr, guardian of the Cup of Jonar,
The Cup of Jonar that I guard."
"I was told," Loki said, he said so earnestly,
"That the Cup of Jonar could summon the dead.
Could summon the dead unjustly slay'd,
Could summon those slay'd by the gods."
"It cannot," she replied, she replied in sorrow,
"It cannot summon, it cannot revive. The living
The cup summons, the living to salve us, the
Living, the missing, the ones not dead."
"Then," Loki asked, "I was mislead, mislead about
The wond'rous Cup of Jonar, the Cup of Jonar
That I sought? That my husband, my glorious
Husband is gone?"
And then he calmed, gazing upon her, gazing
Upon her with cunning eyes. Gazing upon her
And upon her treasure, the Cup of Jonar, the
Cup he sought.
She gazed back, gazed back calmly, gazed back
At him, before turning her head. "Show you I will,"
She said, "show you my treasure. The treasure I
Guard, the treasure I guard well."
Then she moved, she moved gracefully, gracefully
Moved to the cave of the Cup. Loki followed, he followed
Her, he followed her to the cave which it sat.
The cup, it sat, blazing like the sun. Blazing like the
Sun in the underground cavern. Loki gazed upon
The cup, the cup so shining bright.
"May I touch?" he asked, he asked, eyes wide open,
Eyes wide open in feigned innocence. With feigned
Innocence he stood, stood in the entrance to the
Cavern, the Cavern of the Cup of Jonar.
Only a moment, only a moment he needed, a moment
With the cup, a moment to steal it. Only a moment
To steal it from the lair of its guardian, the giantess
Domhildr, its guardian standing nearby.
The giantess bowed her head, her head she slowly
Bowed, her head she bowed as she stepped to one side.
"Blessed is the cup," she said, "Blessed is the cavern
It stays in; in the cavern, it remains."
Loki moved into the cavern with precision, not too fast,
Not too slow. He moved into the cavern, reaching for
The Cup, the Cup of Jonar, which sat in the cave,
The cave waiting for him.
"It's as gold as the hair of the goddess Sif," he said,
He said as she muttered softly, too softly to hear. "It
Is beautiful, so beautiful, the treasure you guard."
He reached the Cup, the Cup so golden, put his hand
On the Cup. Suddenly he was frozen, frozen as if he
Was stone, frozen that he couldn't move.
"No giantess are you," Domhildr said, she said as she
Strode into the room, strode in with purpose. "Know
all the giants of the purpose of the Cup of Jonar, know
they of its wards."
She touched the Cup, the Cup so golden, she caressed
The Cup, the Cup that he had sought. Then, looking at
Him, she stripped him of his clothes, his garments that
Had hid him, had hid him so well.
"The one known as Loki you must be, the one so bold,
The one that tricked Thrym, the one who tricked Thrym
of his bride, the one who tricked Thrym of his bride, Freya.
Fooled I am not, I am not fooled, Loki, son of Farbauti."
And Loki seethed inside, inside he seethed, as the giantess
Domhildr stood there. Stood there she did, appraising him,
Appraising his nakedness, deciding his worth.
As she did so, the Cup shone, it shone so brightly, it shone
brightly as bright as ten suns. The giantess Domhildr shielded
Her eyes, her eyes she shielded, as the light dazzled Loki,
Loki frozen still.
As the light dimmed, it dimmed from the cup, the cup returned
To its normal brightness. The giantess Domhildr blinked her eyes,
Her eyes did she blink, to clear her vision, her vision to clear.
Now in the cavern stood the goddess Sif, the goddess Sif she
Stood. Holding her sword she did, holding her sword at the ready.
And she brought it up, up high, and brought it to bear. Brought it
To bear she did, onto Domhildr, through Domhildr's neck.
And Domhildr's head slid, slid it did, to the ground. It slid to
The ground, the body following, the remains of the giantess
Domhildr. Beside her, the Cup dimmed, the Cup of Jonar dimmed.
As Loki watched, the Cup dimmed and faded until it was no more.
Turned Sif to him, he who could move, she turned to him, nodding.
"Owed you a favor I did, I owed you a favor, for returning Mjöllnir.
The giantess is gone, the Cup of Jonar too. Return we should, return
we should to Asgard."
Brimming with regret, Loki nodded, he nodded with regret. The Cup
Was gone, the Cup he sought, the magic cup he sought. With Sif
He left the caves of Domhildr, bereft of treasure, bereft of what
He sought. He returned to Asgard in shame.
And thus goes the tale of Loki and the Cup of Jonar.