"Mad art thou, Loki! in recounting thy foul misdeeds. Frigg, I believe, knows all that happens, although she says it not." Loki: "Be thou silent, Freyja! I know thee full well; thou art not free from vices: of the Æsir and the Alfar, that are herein, each has been thy paramour." Freyja: "False is thy tongue. Henceforth it will, I think, prate no good to thee. Wroth with thee are the Æsir, and the Asyniur. Sad shalt thou home depart." Loki: "Be silent, Freyja! Thou art a sorceress, and with much evil blended; since against thy brother thou the gentle powers excited. And then, Freyja! what didst thou do?" Njörðr: "It is no great wonder, if silk-clad dames get themselves husbands, lovers; but 'tis a wonder that a wretched man, that has borne children, (i.e. the horse Sleipnir) should herein enter." Loki: "Cease now, Njörðr! in bounds contain thyself; I will no longer keep it secret: it was with thy sister thou hadst such a son (i.e. Freyr) hardly worse than thyself." Týr: "Freyr is best of all the exalted gods in the Æsir's courts: no maid he makes to weep, no wife of man, and from bonds looses all." Not only mocking Týr's wound (his arm was bitten by Fenrir), Loki also called him a cuckold. Loki: "Be silent, Týr; to thy wife it happened to have a son by me. Nor rag nor penny ever hadst thou, poor wretch! for this injury." Freyr: "I the wolf see lying (The wolf: Loki is father of Fenrir) at the river's mouth, until the powers are swept away. So shalt thou be bound, if thou art not silent, thou framer of evil." Loki: "With gold thou boughtest Gýmir's daughter, (i.e. Freyr's wife, Gerd) and so gavest away thy sword: but when Muspell's sons (i.e. Fire Giants, whose leader would slay the unarmed Freyr at Ragnarök) through the dark forest ride, thou, unhappy, wilt not have wherewith to fight." Heimdallr: "Loki, thou art drunk, and hast lost thy wits. Why dost thou not leave off, Loki? But drunkenness so rules every man, that he knows not of his garrulity." Loki: "Be silent, Heimdallr! For thee in early days was that hateful life decreed: with a wet back thou must ever be, and keep watch as guardian of the gods." Skaði: "Thou art merry, Loki! Not long wilt thou frisk with an unbound