Kvasir

The wisest of the Vanir Gods
most scholars would agree
was fashioned from the spittle
of the other deities
 
2 dwarves invited him to feast
and much to their delight
he never took the time to think
that something wasn't right
 
they murdered him
but not for money
then drained his blood
to mix with honey
 
they later noticed that the mix
had gained some potency
created from his wisdom was
the Mead of Poetry