This hand blown shot glass features a creature cup with two backward knees and giant feet holding it off the ground, curling ram like horns, a grinning mouth dripping with green slimy radioactive drool. A gold enamel tooth and glow in the dark eye.
Size
Hight 3.25 inches
Width 3.25 inches
Depth 2.75 inches
The Saga of Skrokk, the Cup-Bearer
Hear me now, and let the wind carry this tale across the fjords.
In the age before men set sail, when the seas boiled with the breath of dragons, there strode a beast called Skrokk. His legs bent like the hind limbs of the mountain goat, his horns twisted like the roots of the World Tree, and his one great eye burned with ghost-light stolen from the halls of Hel.
It was said Skrokk was once a jarl’s champion, a drinker without equal, who could drain a horn of mead in the time it took another man to draw his sword. But on the night of the Winter Blót, he boasted too greatly and called out the gods themselves, swearing he could outdrink them.
Thor laughed. Loki did not.
The Trickster wagered him a draught from the Cup of Worlds — a vessel said to hold the oceans themselves. Skrokk drank deep, but the cup never emptied. The drink turned sour, then strange, then green as the venom of Jörmungandr. His teeth warped, his jaw stretched in a monstrous grin, and a golden fang gleamed where his honor once was.
Now cursed, Skrokk serves as cup-bearer to the dead in Odin’s shadowed feast hall, holding high the goblets of heroes who have earned their rest. When mortals craft vessels in his shape, it is said his spirit slips through the veil to guard them — grinning, drooling, and forever waiting for the day he may finish his drink.
So raise your glass, brave one, but know this: if the mead tastes too sweet, you are sharing it with Skrokk. And he does not share forever.
