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“You half blind idiot!”
Odin ducked, the dagger expertly thrown by his dearest wife and Queen missing him by mere inches and embedding itself in the tapestry portrait of his mother, Queen Bestla.
Right between the eyes. Good shot!
“You insufferable, pig headed, thoughtless moron!” Frigga picked up a nearby vase and threw it as well, the red porcelain shattering as it hit the wall. Odin ducked behind the couch. His wife was not taking his news as well as could be expected.
“Decades! Decades I have been negotiating with the Vanir and you make it all for naught with one word!”
“My sweet fig,” Odin dared poke his head over the back of the chair, “the Vanir need your trade treaty as much as we do. The majority of it can remain in place…and it is not as if the marriage was ever set in stone.”
“Freya is already living here, we have already sent our own representative to the Court of Vanaheim. It was all but done, Borson! Insult to my people such as this will not be easily forgotten!” Frigga snarled, looking around herself for something else to throw.
“They will get over it!” Odin stood now, all nearby projectiles having been exhausted, “I had thought you would be a little more pleased that I have ended a war which has waged from the dawn of time!”
“Oh yes, we shall see how long your peace lasts!” Frigga stalked over and poked Odin the chest, “Do you honestly believe the Court will accept a Jotnar sitting beside Thor, a second king of Asgard!? Did you lose part of your brain when Farbauti took your eye? How long do you think our Realm will last without an Allmother? Who will call the harvest? Who will lead the weaving? Who will bless the births?”
“There will be no second king!” Odin roared, “He is Jotnar, it’s all one and the same with them. We will raise him to be a queen!”
Frigga took a step back. Odin breathed heavily through his nose, "You will have your Allmother, fig. One you can mold as you see fit."
“Raise him?” Frigga looked at her husband askance, she raised one eyebrow, “You mean to tell me you convinced Laufey to give up his child?”
“Well, not immediately,” Odin shifted where he stood, the anger in the room dissipating slightly, “He’s only a few months old. We have agreed he will come when he is five.”
Frigga folded her arms, regarding her husband carefully. That changed things a little, not much…but a little. If the child was raised here it would be a constant show of Jotunheim’s subservience to Asgard, a reminder to all of the Nine Realms of the Allfather’s might. And she would have this one at five, that was younger than Freya was now, a better age to start learning...
“And you are satisfied with promising our son, your heir, to some red eyed monster? They’re cute when they’re small but mark my words he’ll be twelve foot tall before you know it!”
“A seidr gifted red eyed monster, my honeybee, and a runt at that. When I held him he was barely the size of an Aesir babe. His skin changes with a touch to a much more pleasing hue as well. Quite cute really…”
“Tch, you’ll be wanting to marry one next,” Frigga rolled her eyes, letting Odin lead her back to their bed.
She let herself be laid down on the bed, Odin kissing a path down her neck.
“Do you know how they found the child, my love?”
“How?”
“You know I wrote you that Farbauti left the battlefield some months ago…”
“I remember.”
“None of our spies could find a reason, there was no rift between her and Laufey, no illness we could see which would cause this. Not even the Jotuns seemed to know why she left.”
Odin pulled at a ribbon on Frigga’s nightgown, pulling it open and sliding a hand inside to fondle a firm breast.
“After a week Laufey grew afraid. He sent his witch Angrboda into the wastes to find her. The witch found only her body, two days dead, curled around the babe. Seidr was the only thing which could have kept such a vulnerable creature alive out there.”
He pulled Frigga’s nightgown further open, punctuating his words with more kisses.
“Can you imagine that, my fig, a creature that powerful bound to our Thor? Ours...yours to direct and mold? Think…when they are grown, none will be able to stand in Thor’s way, the Nine Realms will beg to bow before him.”
“Mmm…” Frigga pulled Odin on top of her. He’d been gone so long this time. At least with the war over he would be home now, no more long campaigns, no more months without a single word to know whether he was alive or dead…
“What is his name?”
“What was that?” Odin was distracted, trying to undo the rest of the ribbons on Frigga’s nightgown.
“His name! The name of the child you’ve married our two year old to!”
“You know, I’ve honestly forgotten.”
Frigga laughed. He was playing with her now, evidently tiring of this conversation.
Well…she was warming to the idea...