Loki’s Little Scheme

As the furnace in the vast cosmos slowly went out, countless wisps of white steam rose from the mold. A silver spear gleaming with a cold light lay quietly within. "There are still some scraps left, Thor. I'll forge you an axe." Eitri spoke to himself as he combined the remaining furnace materials with a divine wood branch and forged a sharp battle-axe for Thor. "Good stuff!" Thor's eyes gleamed as he stared at the battle-axe in the mold.