To do this he raised two dreadful creatures. Terrible monsters! Even the gods shuddered as they looked upon them. "Loke! Loke!" thundered Odin, looking down upon him in wrath that he should dare such vengeance. But Loke stood defiant. There was but one thing to be done, so the gods thought; and that was to take these terrible creatures from Loke's power. "The serpent we will cast into the sea," said Thor. "But the wolf--what shall we do with the wolf? Certainly he cannot be left to wander up and down in Midgard. The sea would not hold him. Loke must not have him in Jotunheim. What shall be done with him?" "Kill him," said some. "No," answered Odin. "To him Loke has given the gift of everlasting life. He will not die as long as we the gods have life. There is but one way left open to us; and that is to bring the wolf into Asgard. Here we can watch him and keep him from much, if not all the evil he would do." And so the wolf--the Fenris-wolf he was called--was brought into the home of the gods. He was a dreadful creature to look upon. His eyes were like balls of fire; and his fangs were white, and sharp, and cruel. Every day he grew more terrible. Fiercer and fiercer he grew, and larger and stronger and more dreadful to look upon. "What is to be done with him?" asked Odin one day, his face white with despair, as he looked upon the wolf, and realized what sorrow by and by he would bring among them. "Kill him!" cried one. "Send him to Jotunheim," cried another. "Chain him," thundered Thor. And indeed to chain him seemed really the only thing that could be done with him. "We will make the chains this night," said Thor. And at once the great forge was set in motion. All night long Thor worked the forge, hammering with his mighty hammer the links that should make a chain to hold the Fenris-wolf. Morning came. The gods were filled with hope as they saw the great heap of iron. "Now we shall be safe. Now we shall be free," they said; "for no creature living can break the irons that the god of Thunder forges." The wolf growled and showed his wicked teeth as Thor approached and threw the chain about him. He knew the gods hated him and feared him. He knew, too, that, with his wondrous strength, even the chains of Thor were not too strong for him to break. So, snarling and showing his fangs and lashing his tail, he allowed himself to be bound. "They are afraid of me," the cruel wolf grinned. "And well they may be; there is a power in me that even they do not yet dream of." The chains were tightly fastened, and the gods waited eagerly for the wolf to test his strength with them.