Interlude Thrym
Thrym was sitting in the throne room. From the death of his brother Laufey, he sat as regent of his nephew Býleistr. The boy was only 254 years old. He still played with others with young children and ran around Utgard Castle. The poor boy lost both his mother and father. Farbauti died shortly after Býleistr's birth, and Laufey died in Asgard. And Farbauti was counting on a child so much! For centuries, Laufey and his wife had waited for a descendant. However, they still didn't have it. Until Býleistr appeared. However, now he has become an orphan. Because Laufey was too ambitious! This made Jotunheim collapse. Him and his goddamn ambition. He could rule calmly, but he didn't want to. He dreamed of an empire! Thrym stroked his large white beard full of ice crystals. He was a mighty warrior, one of the tallest in all of Jotunheim. His muscles were unequaled. He also had unique eyes. From his mother, who was from Muspelheim, Thrym inherited pink eyes. Laufey always laughed at them. Laufey and Thrym's mother was the fiery Princess Sula. Red hair, tanned skin, and pink eyes. And deadly precision. Both when it comes to killing and weaving. Her uncle was Surtur himself, who appreciated her very much. Thrym and Laufey's father was named Nal. He taught them everything. From diplomacy to smashing enemy skulls.
Until Laufey's death, Thrym was absent from the royal court. He preferred to stay away from his plotting brother. If Thrym had had a little more sense, he would have overthrown his brother long ago. However, Thrym detested politics. He only returned to the court because of Býleistr. The poor boy needed a family, not ambitious idiots!
Thrym himself knew little about the events that had nearly sparked a new war between Asgard and Jotunheim. He had only heard of the idiot Prince of Asgard who had killed about a hundred of their subjects. Then he was banished, and Odin fell into Odinsleep, and Odin's younger son took power. Then the versions of events were different. Only a few facts were known. Laufey traveled alone to Asgard with a few of the warriors. For what? Thrym had no idea. He was killed there for trying to murder Odin. How could his brother be so idiotic to do this? Then someone aimed the Bifrost at Jotunheim. They didn't know who did it. There were various rumors. Odin himself did not deign to answer any of their questions. But Thrym knew one thing. Whoever wanted them to destroy their home was a monster. It doesn't matter who did it. Thrym promised himself that he would personally split the skull of whoever was guilty. But it was hard to know the truth. They no longer had any spies in Asgard. They all fled and refused to return because of the fear of repeating what had happened before. Even if the Bifrost was broken, it will be rebuilt. Asgard has already wiped out one race. They would have no qualms about killing another one.
Thrym promised himself he would find out the truth.
And the culprit will bear the consequences of his act.
Then Býleistr entered the throne room and greeted him formally.
"Greetings Uncle Thrym. I am just coming back from Master Skadi's lesson. I wanted to present this to you," said Býleistr. Water spouts began to appear at the hands of Býleistr. They changed shape. From simple snowflakes to various beasts.
"They're not frozen," Thrym observed.
"They are not, uncle. However ..." Býleistr tried to explain.
"Remember they have to be frozen. You want to be a champion, right?" Thrym asked.
"Of course, uncle. I work on it day and night," his nephew replied.
"So show me your skills when they finally reach championship level," Thrym replied.
"Yes, uncle. Can I leave?
"Yes, go rest. Today your lessons are over," Thrym replied. Býleistr thanked him and ran to play in the courtyard with his friends.
Thrym was proud of his nephew's abilities. However, he was never going to tell him about it. He didn't want him to become arrogant.
He was so much like his mother.
Thrym was in love with Farbauti. However, she fell in love with Laufey. The relations between the two brothers were never good, but this fact completely spoiled it. She was so graceful and political acumen. Thrym felt very sorry for her death. Every year he visited her grave. She rested there in an ice sarcophagus made of ice and snow. Ice roses surrounded her burial place. Laufey's body was not recovered. The funeral ceremony took place without a body, only with the crown of their deceased king. Býleistr always visited her too. Thrym remembered visiting his nephew for the first time after Laufey's death and going with him to Farbauti's grave.
Thrym placed an ice wreath on her sarcophagus. It was a custom for the husband to do this. Especially when he loved his wife. Laufey never did that. Thrym was breaking tradition, but he didn't care. Farbauti deserved for the wreaths. It was a bizarre love triangle. Farbauti loved Laufey, Thrym loved Farbauti, but Laufey did not love her. He only married her to have offspring. A soulless idiot had such a treasure! And he didn't appreciate her at all.
Býleistr played a beautiful flute. It was decorated with elaborate patterns, and soft music echoed off the walls of Farbati's tomb
"What do you play?" Thrym asked.
"I always compose a song for my mother. To make her hear me," replied Býleistr.
"You miss her?" Thrym asked.
"Father said a warrior never misses for the dead," Býleistr said.
"My brother was a fool. I'm asking you if you miss her," Thrym replied.
"Sometimes. I always play a new tune for her to make her appreciate me," replied Býleistr. The sweet tune reappeared in the tomb. Thrym stared at the sarcophagus and Farbauti's son.
Thrym was fed up with the political mess his brother had started. They could live peacefully like the others under Odin's shoe. At least Asgard wouldn't hunt them so actively.
Thrym especially remembered the scandal with the goddess of youth Idunn. She pretended to be Frigga and was repeatedly raped by their general Thiazi, then murdered when the trick was reveleated. Thrym remembered Bragi coming to Jotunheim.
They clashed on the ice rock. Tziazi and Bragi. Thrym watched them from a distance, while wondering whether or not to interrupt the duel. And yet it was about a woman. Thrym could understand that, he loved woman after all. He didn't interfere, just watched the two clash. There was no one here except Thrym. Except for Heimdall's eyesight.
Tziazi has always had a knack for shapeshifting. He is particularly fond of the eagle. In this form, he attacked Bragi, who hit him with a club on his claws and body. The duel was even.
"Do you want to know how she screamed when I took her to bed? How I had to tie her so that she would not interrupt my pleasure," mocked Tziazi.
"Die, you will be the creature of Hel! For you have destroyed not only the best of the goddesses, but you also desecrate her memory!" screamed Bragi.
The duel continued.
Until Bragi smashed Tziazi's head, and Tziazi cut his head off at the last moment.
Two bodies fell on a snow-covered rock.
And it's all because of love.
Suddenly a wise men burst into the throne room.
"What's happening?" Thrym asked.
They circled themselves in a narcotic frenzy that influenced them to see important events for Jotunheim.
They whispered until a prophecy appeared on the crystal floor.
Death in the female shape
Until time threads become branches.
Rejected Son!
Scorned Son!
Enchantress in a dress!
Serpent of Midgard!
Serpent of Midgard!
And the fate of the world in him.
The end and the beginning.