Jagdi daughter of Hymir. (Patreon)

There is a number of tales of how Thor wrestled with the Midgaard serpent Jörgmungandr, one of them involves Tyr and Thor travelling to Jotunheim - Home of the Jotuns - while looking for a big brewing pot to make enough ale or mead to satisfy even the thirst of the gods.

They end up meeting a Jotun known as Ægir who told them he would brew and gather the ingredients for the party, if the gods at least would provide a big enough pot for the job.
The gods agreed and sought out the Jotun Hymir who they were told possessed a pot so big it was hard to see the bottom from the top. Perfect for the gods to brew enough ale to drink.

So they sought out Hymir.
Now Hymir was an old school Jotun. Immune to frost and bitter weather, not surprising as he was descended from the frost giants. That also meant he liked Asirs about as much as humans like rats and other vermin.
Fortunately you could say, he wasn‘t home when the gods arrived at his home by the coast. Instead of Hymir opening the door stood a young female Jotun.
And the gods were taken aback by the sight of her.

The Jotun girl were easily as beautiful as Freya herself, and this despite her being clothed in rags and dirty all over. She was looking tired, and her eyes were shining with all the kindness in the world.

Of all the gods, Tyr was the bravest, but he was also the kindest in many ways. He bowed politely to the young Jotun.

”Greetings to you, fair child. We have come to borrow your father Hymir’s largest pot, as we have been told it is the largest to find.”

The young girls name was Jagdi. And she was indeed the child of Hymir. He had several of them, but only Jagdi was treated like a thrall in her own home. She had nine sisters, one uglier than the other. But none were as ugly as the wife of Hymir. Grotesque and vile, with 3 hideous heads and all the awful traits that follows a toxic personality.

“Look at my youngest!“
”How horrible she is!”
”Cooking and cleaning, that is all she is good for!”
”How could I have brought something that hideous to this world!”
”Look at that little nose!”
”And those round eyes!”
”Not a single wort on her anywhere!”
”And that disgusting fair skin!”
”Oh so shameful!”

Jagdi was as kind as the summer was long and she was also as friendly and welcoming as the fireplace on a cold winter. She asked the gods to enter, but quickly hid them in the kitchen when she heard her father come home. She had the ears of a fox.

Hymir returned home.
He had been far up north fishing, and his foul beard and long nose were coated in ice. He had a grim and evil look in his eyes.

Jagdi greeted her father with a stiff drink and he grunted when he sat down in his chair.
With careful words she told her father who had decided to guest him, so she presented, Tyr and Thor of Asgaard.
The gods approached the old Jotun, and he starred them down.
Now all Jotuns knew and respected Tyr - the bravest of the brave. But Hymir was so evil and so grim a Jotun that he might have thrown him out of his house… had he been alone.
But even the dumbest and most ignorant of the chaos folk knew and feared Thor. So Hymir could only grunt and order for food to be prepared.

Now all of Jagdi’s sisters were as lazy as lizards on a hot day. And their mother hadn’t cooked a meal since she had Jagdi.
Jagdi were often told by her family members, vile as they all were, that she was not a true born daughter of Hymir, that she was adopted and didn’t even belong. Tyr himself starred them all down as he could not believe this evil and ill will against such a sweet and gentle person.
But when he looked at Jagdi he could see the reason for the doubt. How a woman as disgusting as Hymir’s wife could give birth to such a fair creature was beyond him.

5 grown bulls had been butchered for the meal… which was good, because Thor consumed 2 of them himself.
Hymir growled in anger.
“You seem to be an expensive guest… If we are to eat tomorrow, we have to fish for it.”

Thor picked his teeth.
”Sure. I can row. And how about bait for my hook?”
”You can get your own bait!” Growled Hymir who had just about enough of the gods.

The next morning came and Thor was up earlier than even Hymir.
He had to get bait.
Hymir prepared the boat, and when he was ready to head out to sea, he saw Thor come down the hill to the beach.
Over his right shoulder he had what seemed to be a chain, with links as thick as human arms, and the hook seemed to be an anchor.
In his left hand, he had the head of Hymir’s largest, and most beautiful breeding bull.
Hymir growling at Thor what he had done.
”You said yourself to get my own bait… so I took what I found… any wrong with that?”
Hymir scowled and entered the boat. Thor tossed the chain, the anchor and the bulls head into the boat and singlehandedly pushed it into the waves.

Thor rowed the boat, and he pulled them way, way… waaaay out at the sea. Here Hymir began fishing. He pulled whale after whale aboard and looked at Thor with a smirk.
“Where is your catch, Odin-son?!”
Thor skewered the head of the bull on the anchor.
”Wait for it!”
Thor then took the chain that was attached to the anchor, and began swinging it round and around over his head.
Then… he let go, so the anchor flew in the sky and landed in the waves.

Now it didn‘t take long… because Jörmungandr rarely got such a delicious meal…
The child of Loki had inherited his fathers appetite.
The worm took the bait and swallowed, and realized he was hooked. The monster broke the surface and knew his opponent. Only one in the world had the strength to old him. His eye found the boat in the water, and Thor grabbed his hammer from his belt, and tossed the weapon against the vile snake of the sea.

The hammer hit its target, and in that moment, the chain broke and the snake sank back into the sea. Not dead… but wounded… Thor had achieved what he hoped. He hadn’t caught anything, but once again, proved that there was no one greater, than Thor himself.
He went back to the oars and started rowing home. Hymir was too shaken to even speak.

When they reached the shores, Hymir had once again found his most foul temper, and growled at Thor.
”Now, what will you pull home, the catch, or the boat!?”
Thor didn’t even answer, but placed the oars in the boat and as easy as we would lift a bag of feathers, did Thor lift the boat and everything in it, and carried it home to Hymir.
This angered Hymir… but in his evil mind was he cooking up a plan. He didn’t wanna lend the Asir anything if he could, so he thought out a scheme.

As Jagdi was once again preparing dinner and serving it for her family and their guests, Hymir had begun bragging to Thor.

“Any man can row a boat… That is nothing. But if you can break my old mug… then I will lend you my brewing pot.”

Thor began throwing the mug at anything and everything. And whatever it hit… broke. But the mug stayed intact.
Hymir and his vile family started to laugh. Even as Thor brought out Mjolnir and started hammering the mug… but to no avail. One toss ended up so far he had to walk across the room to get it. Jagdi, on all fours, cleaning the floor whispered to Thor…
”That mug is made from Hymir‘s fathers skull… Nothing can break it… but…”
Jagdi looked back at her father, and Thor understood.
Thor pulled his arm as hard back as he could, he took aim and while Hymir and his hideous spawn laughed at Thor…
KA-DAM!
As a bolt of lightning the mug flew across the room and hit Hymir right on the forehead. Hymir’s head stayed intact, but the mug broke…
Hymir… and his family was shocked…
This was the families most priced artifact. Jagdi, hidden behind a cloth in the doorway to the kitchen smiled at Thor and Tyr. They had surely taught her family some humility.
”That was that…“ Thor said. “Now… where is that brewing pot?”

Hymir had no more fight left in him. He allowed the gods to take what they wanted.

Tyr said politely goodbye as Thor single-handedly carried the gigantic brewing pot home to Asgaard. Tyr was especially kind to the gentle and beautiful Jagdi, who had been so welcoming, and helpful.
Jagdi urged them to hurry home, as she knew her father, and he would never let them get far away with this insult.
Tyr once again thanked her, but told her she needed not be worried for them.

And as Jagdi had predicted. About half way to Asgaard, they were met by a horde of Jotuns. It was all of Hymir’s kind, and their entire clan. Thor placed the pot down, and the two gods prepared for a fight.

It wasn’t even a fair fight.
Tyr the god of war, and Thor the god of thunder. They sent the horde running for the hills, leaving their dead and dying. Hymir among the dead.

That‘s how the gods achieved the largest brewing pot for their ale.

I hope you like this story, which I have known since I was a child, and I still know it on my backbone 😊

Now, Jagdi is a name I have chosen for Hymir’s daughter - as she is not ever mentioned as a name. She is only mentioned to be beautiful.
I sorta saw her as a Cinderella-like character.
That way, making her into an original character.

I hope you enjoy the sketch too.

Yours truly
Hammer