In the play Thor and the Stolen Hammer, the mighty god of thunder wakes up only to discover that his magical hammer, Mjöllnir, has vanished. Without it, the safety of Asgard and all the gods is at risk. When Loki discovers that the cunning giant king Thrym is behind the theft, the gods must come up with a clever plan to retrieve the hammer. With a mix of humor, bravery, and disguise, this Norse tale shows how wit can sometimes be just as powerful as strength.
CHARACTERS:
THOR: God of Thunder, prone to grand declarations and epic mood swings.
LOKI: Trickster God, quick-witted and always cooking up a scheme.
FREYJA: Goddess of love, beauty, and war. A fierce and formidable deity.
SIF: Goddess of the harvest and Thor’s wife. Practical and sharp.
THRYM: King of the Giants. Big, brash, and a little bit desperate.
ODIN: The Allfather, Thor’s dad. Wise and tired of his son’s antics.
GIANTS: Thrym’s rowdy, monstrous subjects.
SCRIPT:
SCENE I – ASGARD, THOR’S PALACE
(Thor wakes with a theatrical flourish, stretching his mighty arms)
THOR: Ah, what a glorious day! The perfect day for… for glory! I feel so powerful, so… thunderous! First, my magical belt! Then, my iron gloves! And with my magnificent hammer, Mjöllnir, I shall smite a few mountain peaks, just for the sound of it! Let the mortals below hear my thunder and lightning and tremble! (He puts on his belt and gloves with great ceremony, then starts looking around frantically.) Where… where is it? My hammer? Mjöllnir?!
(Sif enters, her hand pressed to her temple. The sound of children’s soft snores can be heard from a nearby room)
SIF: Thor, for the love of the gods, what is it? You’ll wake the children with all your shouting!
THOR: My hammer! My beloved Mjöllnir! It’s gone! Stolen!
SIF: Oh, Thor. I’m sure it’s here somewhere. Did you check under the bed? Behind that mountain of discarded armor?
THOR: I’ve checked everywhere! I told you, someone took it! It has to be Loki. Or a giant. Or one of the dwarfs… Oh, Sif, please, find Loki! He’ll know what to do. I’ll tear this palace apart stone by stone until I find it!
(Sif exits. Thor immediately starts rummaging through a chest. Loki enters the room with a smirk on his face and a feather-cloak slung over his arm.)
LOKI: Your wife told me of your… theatrical distress. Mjöllnir’s gone, is it?
THOR: (Grabbing Loki by the shoulders) Loki, you have to help me! Without my hammer, I’m just… a god. A very strong, very angry god. Find the thief!
LOKI: (Hefting the cloak) My gut tells me this is the work of giants. They always want what we have. It’s a rather predictable trait.
THOR: How can we know for sure?
LOKI: There’s only one way to find out. This feather-cloak, a gift from Freyja, allows me to take the form of a hawk. I’ll fly to Jötunheim and speak with Thrym, their king.
THOR: (Suddenly grabbing Loki again) And you won’t tell anyone my hammer is gone, will you? The other gods would never let me live this down.
LOKI: Your secret is safe with me. Now, please, stand back. You’re blocking my dramatic exit.
(Loki drapes the cloak over himself, transforming into a bird with a flutter of feathers. With a piercing squawk, he soars out of the room.)
SCENE II – JÖTUNHEIM, THE LAND OF GIANTS
(A bleak, rocky landscape. A throne made of rough stone sits on a hill, surrounded by giants. Thrym, the giant king, sits on the throne. He is enormous and covered in mud. A hawk lands before the throne, transforming back into Loki with a plume of feathers)
THRYM: (Laughing, a sound like grinding stones) Well, well. If it isn’t the silver-tongued Loki. What brings you to this… humble abode?
LOKI: I have a simple question, Thrym. Thor’s hammer is missing. Do you know where it is?
THRYM: (Bellowing with laughter) Know where it is? I buried it! Eight leagues beneath the earth! And I won’t give it back unless you bring me the most beautiful goddess in all the realms to be my bride!
LOKI: Which goddess?
THRYM: Freyja! The fairest of them all! Tell her to bring me her feather-cloak and her golden necklace. Ha ha ha! Now fly away, little god, and tell her I’ll be waiting.
(Loki lets out a disgusted sigh, drapes his feather-cloak over himself, and transforms back into a hawk. He takes off with a shriek of indignation.)
SCENE III – ASGARD, THOR’S PALACE
(Thor, Sif, Odin, and Freyja are gathered in the great hall. Thor looks miserable. Loki flies in through an open window and transforms back into his godly form).
THOR: Well? Did you find it?
LOKI: Thrym has it. But he wants a bride in exchange.
FREYJA: A bride? Who?
LOKI: (Slowly) He wants… you.
FREYJA: Absolutely not! I will not marry that monstrous brute!
ODIN: This is not good. We cannot start a war with the giants over this.
LOKI: Worry not, Allfather. I have a plan.
FREYJA: This better be a good plan, Loki. I am not marrying a giant who smells like stale ale and ancient dirt.
LOKI: We won’t send Freyja at all. We’ll send Thor.
ODIN: Loki, my son is a god of war, not a blushing bride.
LOKI: We will dress him in a bridal gown. With a veil! The giants are not the brightest of creatures. They’ll be none the wiser.
THOR: (Exploding with fury) What?! Are you mad?! I am Thor! The God of Thunder! I will not be made into some… veiled damsel! It’s ridiculous! It’s un-manly!
LOKI: (Calmly) If you don’t do it, we’ll never get Mjöllnir back. And without it, when the giants attack, we will lose. And you’ll spend the rest of eternity as the god who lost his hammer.
ODIN: Loki is right, my son. We have no choice.
THOR: Fine! But this is the most humiliating thing I have ever done!
(Freyja pulls off her magnificent necklace and hands it to Thor, her lips twitching with amusement.)
FREYJA: Here. You’ll need this.
(Sif, with a mischievous smile, hands Thor a delicate veil and a long, flowing dress.)
SIF: And this. You must look the part.
(Thor puts on the robe and necklace, and holds the veil up to his face)
THOR: Do I really look like a bride? My beard is a dead giveaway!
LOKI: Don’t worry, my lovely lady! I’ll come as your maid. I’ll talk all the giants’ ears off and keep them from looking too closely.
SIF: Excellent idea. You’ll be the perfect distraction.
LOKI: Oh, joy. A dress for me too. Don’t waste time, we have a wedding to get to!
(Thor and Loki exit the room.)
SCENE IV – JÖTUNHEIM, THE LAND OF GIANTS
(A feast is in full swing. Giants are eating, drinking, and roaring with laughter. Thrym sits at the head of a long table, waiting. Thor and Loki enter, arm-in-arm.)
THRYM: Freyja! My lovely bride! Come, sit! We have a feast fit for a goddess!
(Thor sits and immediately begins to devour everything in sight—an entire ox, a dozen loaves of bread, and a barrel of mead. Thrym watches, perplexed.)
THRYM: (To a giant nearby) Does she always eat so much?
LOKI: (Stepping forward) Oh, you must forgive my lady! She has been fasting for a week in anticipation of your wedding feast!
THRYM: Her eyes… they look so fierce.
LOKI: She has not slept for a week! The thought of you has kept her awake with excitement!
THRYM: Ah, I knew it! Now, the deal! A deal is a deal! Bring me the hammer! I’ll take my bride, and she will take Mjöllnir!
(A giant hefts the heavy hammer and brings it to the table. He presents it to the veiled “bride.” Thor grasps the handle. He tears off the veil with a roar.)
THOR: (Laughing maniacally) Here is your wedding gift, you fool! Thunder and lightning for all of you!
(A tremendous crash of thunder shakes the ROOM. Lightning flashes as Thor smites Thrym, sending the giant king flying across the room. The other giants scatter as Thor unleashes his fury, Mjöllnir a blur of destruction. He stands triumphant, hammer raised high.)
THOR: (Roaring to the heavens) The world will hear my thunder! And they will know their god is back! Ha ha ha!
The story of Thor and the Stolen Hammer reminds us that even the strongest warriors sometimes need clever ideas to win battles. Thor regains his hammer, restores peace to Asgard, and shows the giants that the gods will always protect their home. This myth remains one of the most entertaining tales of Norse mythology, blending comedy with the timeless struggle between gods and giants.
MoraL: Strength is powerful, but clever thinking and teamwork can be the key to victory.
The End
Author: Norse mythology
Adapted by: K I D S I N C O
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