Twenty-two adventurers gathered together under the bright sun of spring, preparing for some everyday combat training. Suddenly, a crack of lightning rent the air above them, and to their great surprise, the voice of the Norse God of Thunder boomed down from the clouds passing overhead. The Mighty Thor declared in deep and solemn tones that he sought the bravest of heroes to join him on a noble quest.
Being brave heroes, everyone immediately volunteered without waiting to hear any details.
Thor welcomed them all to his band of warriors, introducing them to Baldr and Týr, Váli and Víðarr, Freyr and Freyja, and, of course, Loki. It was then that Thor revealed to the star-struck heroes that he had lost his hammer … again … and needed their help to find it. Before they could express any disappointment in the nature of this quest, Thor promised that whoever found his hammer would be granted incredible strength — strength enough to lift Mjölnir and return it to Thor. The adventurers cheered at Thor’s largess and swiftly set off to find the missing hammer.
A lone warrior set off down a hill and spotted the hammer just lying there in some bushes, a mere giant’s stride away from where the adventurers had been setting up for their combat training. A quick inspection revealed the hammer to be the mislaid Mjölnir. The warrior felt a rush of supernatural strength, and uttering a swift thanks to Thor, the warrior picked up the hammer with ease. Holding Mjölnir high above his head, he rushed back towards Thor’s camp.
The other adventurers, spotting the hammer in the hand of the warrior, gave chase for they all wished to be the one to secure Thor’s boon. Fortunately, they were not swift enough to intercept the warrior in time, and the warrior returned Mjölnir to Thor, who promptly used it resurrect Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr so that they might be slaughtered again for the night’s feast.
Thor then carelessly set his hammer back down and resumed acting like Thor, which was rather smelly. It was not long before Thor realized that he had once again misplaced Mjölnir, so he once again called down to the heroes for help. The warriors once again set off to find the hammer, each eager to be the one to gain the blessing of the thunder god.
A tall warrior soon found Mjölnir not far from Thor’s camp, laying on the far side of a hedge. Not wanting to be waylaid by his ambitious fellows, the tall warrior made a pact with a stout warrior who, once infused with the strength of the gods, rushed the hammer through their enemy’s ranks while the tall warrior distracted everyone, ensuring that Mjölnir was once again restored to its rightful wielder.
Predictably, it did not take long for Thor to realize that he had lost sight of his hammer again. In this case, it turned out that Thor had left Mjölnir in the care of his brother Baldr, and then completely forgotten about that. During the search, one of our heroes came upon the handsome, gracious, and cheerful Baldr. After basking for a while in the pure warmth and joy of Baldr’s presence, the hero remembered his quest and asked Baldr if he knew where Mjölnir might be. To his surprise, Baldr said that he did indeed and indicated the hammer sitting beside him. The hero thanked the god of summer, called upon the god of thunder, felt a rush of supernatural strength, hefted Mjölnir under the benevolent smile of Baldr, and swiftly returned to Thor’s camp with his prize.
Thankfully Thor then managed to keep a grip on his hammer for the foreseeable future and the adventurers returned to combat training but only for a clock’s turn as they soon had to retire for their evening meal.