He looked at the giant. He looked at Mjollnir, his hammer. Then heclambered down the bag, and he made his way onto the top of Skrymir’ssleeping head. He raised the hammer and slammed it down on Skrymir’sforehead.Skrymir opened one eye sleepily. “I think a leaf just fell on my head andwoke me up,” he said. “Have you all finished eating? Are you ready forbed? Don’t blame you if you are. Long day.” And he rolled over, closed hiseyes, and began to snore once again.Loki and Thialfi managed to fall asleep despite the noise, but Thorcould not sleep. He was angry, he was hungry, and he did not trust thisgiant, out in the eastern wilderness. At midnight he was still hungry, and hehad had enough of the snoring. He clambered up onto the giant’s head oncemore. He positioned himself between the giant’s eyebrows.Thor spat into his hands. He adjusted his belt of strength. He raisedMjollnir over his head. And with all his might, he swung. He was certainthat the hammer head sank into Skrymir’s forehead.It was too dark to see the color of the giant’s eyes, but they opened.“Whoa,” the big fellow said. “Thor? Are you there? I think an acorn just fell off the tree onto my head. What time is it?”“It’s midnight,” said Thor.“Well, then, see you in the morning.” Giant snores shook the groundand made the tops of the trees tremble. It was dawn but not yet day when Thor, hungrier, angrier, and stillsleepless, resolved to strike one final blow that would silence the snoringforever. This time he aimed for the giant’s temple, and he hit Skrymir withall his strength. Never was there such a blow. Thor heard it echo from themountaintops.“You know,” said Skrymir, “I think a bit of bird’s nest just dropped onmy head. Twigs. I don’t know.”

Thor’s Journey to the Land of the Giants