"With a drill's teeth I cut my trail,
I gnawed right through the rock;
over and under me wound the giants' ways -
a perilous path I travelled.

On her golden chair Gunnlöð gave me
a cup of costly mead;
an ill reward she had in return
for her quick kindness
for her heavy heart.

From that good bargain I gained a lot,
now I've no lack of wisdom;
the magic drink *, the mead of poetry,
left with the Æsir's lord.

I don't believe I could have come back
from the giant's court
were it not for Gunnlöð, that good woman
who lay in my arms for love.

The next day the frost-giants found
the High One in his hall;
they asked if Oðin were with the Æsir
or if Suttung had slain him.

Oðin didn't honour his oath on the ring** -
what good is any pledge he gives?
He stole the mead from Suttung's feast,
and Gunnlöð grieves."

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This was a request from a friend of mine : [link] , hope he likes it

This is was different experience for me. The reference picture of God Odin was not so clear, I tried my best. Forgive me if I left out any props.

As usual Flash MX 2004 - 8 Hours work. Any comments appreciated.