Wagers Unbroken

Intro

Sindri's hammer rose before the gods' own dawn

Verse 1

We forged three gifts for Freyr, gold, boar and ring

Pre-Chorus

Loki brought a challenge — a wager to uphold

The terms were simple: let one gift be imperfect or not as grand as the others. But what is perfection when a god's promise hangs in the balance? The forge still smokes from last night's fire.

Chorus

Three gifts from two dwarves, one of them broken

Loki lost his head, but we won't give up the notion

That perfection's not about flawless finish or fine design, but about how far you'll push it before you let the gods take their own time.

Verse 2

I'm Sindri hammering out each detail with care

Brokkr pumping bellows till his back aches bare

Loki smirks and says we'll fail because of one small flaw

We tell him every imperfection makes the gift more true, more raw

Mjolnir's handle short may not be perfect in the eyes of Odin

But it's forged from iron tempered in the heat where giants fall and rise

Pre-Chorus

The wager still stands — we have to keep our end of the bargain

Loki hopes one gift will break us, but every imperfection makes the three of them stronger

We work through pain and doubt, not for gold or glory, but for a promise made in good faith that only gods could afford.

Chorus

Three gifts from two dwarves, one of them broken

Loki lost his head, but we won't give up the notion

That perfection's not about flawless finish or fine design, but about how far you'll push it before you let the gods take their own time.

Bridge

What if perfection means a little worn and rough around the edges? What if it means giving more than what is asked of us, more than we ever thought we could give

It's not that our work is weak — it's that it's made by hands that aren't afraid to break for something greater than themselves.

Outro

We gave him three gifts — each one imperfect in its own way. But together they make the greatest gift of all: a promise kept, no matter what it costs.