6. vote for President: Útgarða-Loki. He wins the nomination due to smarts, size, administrative experience, and the fact that he has a mitten. His vice-president is Kvasir (yes I know he gets killed and made into the mead of poetry, but I don't see why the Mead of Poetry cannot be vice-president?)
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Bǫlverkr. Though it’s the other way around and already well established.
Inn aldna iǫtun ec sótta, nú em ec aptr um kominn, fát gat ec þegiandi þar; mǫrgom orðom mælta et í minn frama í Suttungs sǫlom. (Hav. 104)
I sought an old giant, now am I come back, little got I there by keeping silent; with many words I talked myself forward in the halls of Suttungr.
8. Pair up: Skirnir and Loki. One curse-talked a giantess into sleeping with his master Freyr (who strangely enough, in another Eddic lay, is said never to have made a woman weep); another curse-talked a whole assembly of gods into kicking his salmon-shaped behind. I am curious as to what they will do to each other, though I can venture an educated guess.
Til holtz ec gecc oc til hrás viðar, gambantein at geta, gambantein ec gat. (Skm. 32)
To the wood I went and to the green-sap forest, to get a stick of power, a stick of power I got.
9. Vote off the island and into the volcano: Guðrún. She is heroic and everything, but I believe the bit about killing one's own children to feed to her husband as a method of revenge is something of an overkill.
10. Wheedle into fixing my [whatever is currently broken around the house]: Vǫlundr! I like him a lot even though he commits rather horrible crimes.
Sat á berfialli, bauga talði, Álfa lióði, eins sacnaði. (Vkv. 10)
Sat on the bear-pelt, counted rings, Prince of the elves, he saw one was missing.
It must be his obsessive making and then counting of rings that endears him to me.
Part 2!
7. Pick as my partner in a buddy movie: Bǫlverkr. Though it’s the other way around and already well established.
Inn aldna iǫtun ec sótta, nú em ec aptr um kominn,
fát gat ec þegiandi þar;
mǫrgom orðom mælta et í minn frama
í Suttungs sǫlom. (Hav. 104)
I sought an old giant, now am I come back,
little got I there by keeping silent;
with many words I talked myself forward
in the halls of Suttungr.
8. Pair up: Skirnir and Loki. One curse-talked a giantess into sleeping with his master Freyr (who strangely enough, in another Eddic lay, is said never to have made a woman weep); another curse-talked a whole assembly of gods into kicking his salmon-shaped behind. I am curious as to what they will do to each other, though I can venture an educated guess.
Til holtz ec gecc oc til hrás viðar,
gambantein at geta,
gambantein ec gat. (Skm. 32)
To the wood I went and to the green-sap forest,
to get a stick of power,
a stick of power I got.
9. Vote off the island and into the volcano: Guðrún. She is heroic and everything, but I believe the bit about killing one's own children to feed to her husband as a method of revenge is something of an overkill.
10. Wheedle into fixing my [whatever is currently broken around the house]: Vǫlundr! I like him a lot even though he commits rather horrible crimes.
Sat á berfialli, bauga talði,
Álfa lióði, eins sacnaði. (Vkv. 10)
Sat on the bear-pelt, counted rings,
Prince of the elves, he saw one was missing.
It must be his obsessive making and then counting of rings that endears him to me.