And so, at last, because it was to be, the fish held; and Loke was in the power of the angry Thor.
“Come back,” commanded Odin, “to your own shape and size.” Loke obeyed; and in his own form was borne to Asgard. The angry gods fell, one and all, upon him. Not one showed pity for him. They hated him. And well they might; for had he not slain Baldur, and so loosed the power of the Frost giants upon their shining city.
“Let him be bound! Let him be bound!” they cried.
LOKE IN CHAINS.
From an Ancient Scandinavian Stone.
“Let him be bound even as the Fenris-wolf is bound!”
“Let him be bound with iron fetters!”
“Let him be nailed to the great rocks in the sea!”
“Let a poisonous serpent hang over him; and let the serpent drop, moment by moment, through all the time to come, his burning poison upon him! Let him lie there, chained and suffering till the last great day!”