Thialfi stepped forward, flushing at Loki’s defeat. “Who will race with me?” he cried.
“Hugi! Hugi!” shouted a dozen giant voices.
Hugi walked out, a slender young giant, and led Thialfi to a race-course covered with marble-dust, just behind the palace.
The giant king gave the signal, and off they dashed. Thialfi smaller and quicker, was off first; but Hugi, with his long legs, covered an immense distance at a single bound. Before the course was half finished, Thialfi was running like a tiny hound at the heels of a deer. As they drew nearer the goal, Hugi with a sudden urge, sped forward and crossed the line before Thialfi was three-quarters of the way around.
The contest between Loki and Logi
“Bravo, Hugi! Well run, Thialfi!” cried the giants kindly.
But Thor blazed with wrath from head to foot. His muscles quivered and his throat was dry. “Bring out your largest drinking-horn,” he thundered, “and see how Thor will empty it.”
The giants trooped back into the hall, and Logi brought a horn as deep as a well, filled with mead.