Skrymir

After the meal, Skrymir said, “Here. I’ll carry your provisions inside my bag. Less for you to carry, and we will all eat together when we camp tonight.”

They caught up with Skrymir as evening fell.

He was certain that the hammer head sank into Skrymir’s forehead.

“You know,” said Skrymir, “I think a bit of bird’s nest just dropped on my head. Twigs. I don’t know.”

“They call me Skrymir. It means ‘big fellow.’