The horrors of Jotunheim are huge not only in number, but in size. Woe to ye who underestimates the towering terrors of Giant Land, where even the cutest duckling becomes a disciple of death.
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I made a comic a while back that referred to Freya getting hauled off by the giants and a reader kindly notified me that Freya was never hauled off by giants in the original myths. Of course, that doesn’t mean she was never hauled off by giants in myths that were never recorded, or that this comic strives for complete accuracy when referencing the old stories (Heimdall never had a radar dish on his helmet either). But I agree with the reader in the sense that Freya is too tough to get hauled off by giants each time some cartoonist is trying to be funny and it kind of betrays her spirit to show her as stealable. So here go the giants again, merely *thinking* about stealing Freya and remembering what happened the last time they made a play for her (something about Thor in a wedding dress with flaming red eyes).
Another issue I might as well address while I’m at it is that not all the giants in the Eddas were as stupid as the ones you see on this page, and some were renowned for their wisdom. I’m hoping to delve into the giants more at some point. Odin and Friends has yet to show fire giants and from what I understand they are quite sharper than the inbred hillbillies you’ve seen slaughtered here lately.
Hey, it’s certainly no bloodier than the Eddas!
When Thor saw the hammer his heart laughed within him, and he took courage. He first slew Thrym, the lord of giants, then he crushed all the giant’s kin. Finally he slew the old giantess who had begged for a bridal gift. Instead of coins she got the crack of the hammer. Instead of rings she received the mark of Mjöllnir.
The gods don’t like it when their magical weapons run wild. When they come home after a night on the town dripping with blood and brains. They say their magical weapons are short sighted and too single minded to make their own decisions. Mjolnir disagrees…
He follows a very simple and elegant philosophy: The Way of the Hammer.
If it moves, smash it!
Summer. Jotunheim. Good day for picnic. Man-kabob taste good. Please pass elf brain salad. Pappa, why me see tool fly in sky?
Mjolnir scores himself a triple crown, and the day is still young!
Incidentally, this is the first time one of the mysterious “giant women” has appeared in Odin and Friends. I hope I captured a bit of the monstrous sexuality that has caused many a warrior to sneak over the high mountain passes in hope of a secret rendez-vous. Those are jeans-shorts, by the way.
Jotunheim. Air Defense Border Post 7B. An alarm rings and the intrepid giant guards scramble into action… well, sort of. Jotuns are not known for being particularly savvy when it comes to technology. The new missile defense system just isn’t working out for them. Perhaps they should return to hurling rocks from the rocky cliffs of their homeland.
Thor has gotten himself arrested again. When he starts drinking, there is no telling what is going to happen next. He probably expects Mjolnir to break him out of jail — just like every time before. Sure, Mjolnir will rescue Thor, but he’s making a little detour first… Jotunheim.
When the gods are away, the magical weapons will play!
The social system in Giant Land is being flooded with mutant children. The sons of Odin delight in slaughtering giant males but have no compunctions about impregnating giant women. But of course they are nowhere to be found once the crossbred monster is born. Thor of course is the biggest culprit. Mimir suggests he put a sock on pickle before his next ride on a tuba tanker. I mean, should the gods really be above contraception?
