“Anything in all Asgard, O Giant, I promise you—anything but the apples,” cried Loke.
The giant made no reply. The heavy door creaked again, and Loke was alone.
“Are you willing to do what I asked of you?” asked the Frost giant, opening the great door the third morning.
“One of the apples, O Giant, I might steal from Idun and escape with before the fruit was missed,” Loke began.
The giant made no reply. The heavy door creaked again and Loke was alone.
“Are you ready to do what I asked of you?” asked the Frost giant, opening the great door the fourth morning.
“Yes, two of the three apples will I promise to bring you. With even one left, the gods might be content; for even then their lives would be far longer than the life of mortals.”
The giant made no reply. The heavy door creaked again and Loke was alone.
“Are you ready to do what I asked of you?” asked the Frost giant, opening the great door the fifth morning.
“Yes,” answered Loke, meekly.