3 Interlude Odin
The Ravens, Hugin, and Munin immediately reported to him that Frigga was sneaking on the palace corridor. At first he didn't understand why. However, he soon remembered that Frigga disliked the guards.
He remembered how he had tamed his birds. He couldn't trust anyone at the royal court. He was the youngest and had no allies. Who would ally with the youngest prince with no prospects? And yet it was he who won. His brothers and father were dead. Odin sat on the throne.
He stroked Hugin's feathers. When he was a young man in the forests of Asgard, he saw two abandoned eggs. He could eat them then, but he chose to wait for them to hatch. Two ravens hatched from them and he began to feed and train. He even used forbidden magic on them. Dark energy in particular. He had to see and hear everything. About every step of his father and brothers. Back then, Heimdall was not yet serving the royal family. And no one knew that the two ravens were reporting to Odin every act of Borr. It was only later, when Odin became King of Asgad, that their role became known.
Hugin meant Thought and Munin meant Memory. Because that was their goal.
Odin was not only the only one who understood their speech, but he could also see and hear thanks to them. He cast a similar spell on the throne in the throne room. He also hired Heimdall.
The ravens informed him that his beloved wife was under the care of Eir. Medicine to sleep.
She suffered from nightmares.
Odin did not have a gentle heart. He had a hard heart, hardened in old Asgard. He was guided mainly by his own interes. It was Frigga who was gentle and kind.
Sweet Frigga.
He must have had her the first time he saw her.
She was like a ray of sunshine in his dark life.
He remembered having to close her.
The Asgard dungeons were torture chambers back then. Odin himself designed the cell for Frigga. She had a terrified face every time he visited her. She was afraid of him. But he tried to be very gentle with her. He wanted everyone to be scared. Everyone except her. He wanted her to smile at him.
He would never have had a chance such a wonderful creature would freely become his wife.
She was everything that Odin did not have before.
Many women in his bed, power, Hela by his side.
It was nothing compared to Frigga.
Frigga resisted him.
She didn't want to be his wife.
However, Odin won.
Frigga loved him.
However, Hela wanted to take it from him. It was a crime that Odin could not forgive.
Soon more intruders appeared at night.
The daughter Frigga dreamed of.
And a child from Midgard.
A child who clung to life thanks to his wife's magic.
Odin recognized this condition. Modified version of Odinsleep. The Midgardian was dying, and Frigga saved him. While Frigga had always had a tender heart, it was strange that the boy was accompanied by their third (not fourth) child. Hela was not a child.
She was a mistake.
She released Jormungand on Thor.
And for the whole of Yggdrasil.
That damn snake.
It was because of him that Odin hated Midgard so much.
It was because of him that Odin left the tesseract there.
It was because of him that he banished Thor there.
And now Loki also wanted to conquer this world. Good enough that at least he continued to use diplomacy for the benefit of Asgard.
Even by being disobedient.
Odin at first thought that their new daughter would be disobedient. Yet she agreed to give up the sword and went to her room. It reminded him of Loki before he went mad.
It was Thor who always should have argued.
Loki was always calm and met his duties scrupulously.
That is, until he aimed the Bifrost at Jotunheim.
At this point, Loki looked so much like Hela.
Thor had done this before when he yelled at him before exile.
Odin knew what would happen when he spoke his words. And he wanted to say them. He wanted to teach him a lesson. How dare Loki remind him of Hela? So hard? Be her ghost? Even Thor didn't do it.
At that time, he did not think about his wife's future despair.
He thought he could take it. After all, he was king. He killed his father and brothers. He banished Hela. He could have sacrificed Loki.
And yet after all this.
After all, he often watched the ruins of Bifrost. He heard his wife cry, saw Thor's broken heart. He stroked the ravens and wondered.
He raised this boy.
He was part of their family.
He bore the pride of the Prince of Asgard.
Did Odin mourn?
He did not know.
Loki appeared to be a similar wound to Bestla. Although Odin knew Loki, not Bestla. He did not understand why. The unknown mother and Loki seemed to be bound in some strange way in Odin's heart.
The love.
Always a mystery to Odin. For others it is obvious. He didn't know love before Frigga. And now he wouldn't say he still understands it. Borr, he and his brothers lived completely without love. Hela was just fury.
Frigga, Thor and Loki. They were linked by a special bond. Odin was not part of it. He was apart. And yet his sons and his wife always wanted to bind him with this bond.
Frigga deceived herself that Odin belonged to that bond. However, he never corrected her. He didn't want her to stop loving him.
Thor was quick-witted and lively, yet too simple and naive in many ways. He, too, thought like Frigga.
However, Loki knew lies. And it was made him see the truth. Odin had never talked to him about it, but he knew Loki knew it.
The only thing Odin really knew was power. Her bitterness and her sweetness. Her burden and her power. This is what he instilled in his sons. Every rule about being a king. Loki was learning it more diligently than Thor. However, Odin chose Thor as king. He thought it was a wise choice. After all, he was a God of Wisdom.
God of Wisdom.
What was wisdom?
You always lie, Odin.
Forseti kept telling him that.
Forseti carried Loki in his arms and rocked him to sleep. Odin stood on the balcony and heard the news from his ravens.
"You rarely visit the room of your sons, right?" Forseti asked.
"You know everything about everything. Why should I answer this question?" Odin said, clutching Gungnir.
"To you admit the truth to yourself. Your heart is full of shadows and crimes, Odin. How can you be a wise ruler if you don't look inside yourself?" Forseti said, gently caressing Loki's cheek.
"You always go out with him," said Odin, pointing to his son and avoiding answering the question.
"That's true. I don't have much time left. I want to use it as much as I can. Your heart is cold, Odin. I can barely see your feelings. You sealed them deeply. So that they are barely alive. A tragedy will follow," Forseti said.
"What about his fate?" Odin asked, pointing at Loki.
"What can the God of Truth say about the God of Lies? He has deceived me already, I didn't even expect it. And he has already done it" Forseti smiled fondly.
"How did he cheat you?" Odin asked.
"It's a secret. Mine and his. Take care of him, Odin," Forseti said and handed the child back to him. Then he left.
Odin stared at Loki. It was inappropriate for him to be seen that way. He immediately took the infant to Frigga.
Odin examined the magic surrounding child of Midgard more closely.
Frigga was protecting him.
She protected him with a family bond.
She did the same to Loki in his childhood. Only then was it a maternal bond. Now it was ...
Frigga considered this child a grandson?
Odin must have known the answer to one more question.
Another dark spell. Odin knew many of them. Fortunately, Frigga was largely unaware of the magic Odin knew. The magic of old Asgard. Magic that fed on blood and death.
Odin had to find out about Sylvie's pedigree.
Suddenly it showed up.
Parents:
Amora and Laufey
And grandparents and other ancestors
Sylvie was Laufey's daughter. Loki's half-sister. This information did not surprise Odin too much. Laufey always had many women in bed despite having a wife. He must have fathered a lot of bastards. Not only Loki. The only son of his rightful bed was Býleistr, whose regent was Thrym, Laufey's blood brother.
Amora. That name meant nothing to Odin. It has been shown, however, that Amora was Aesir. Sylvie had the blood of Asgard, Jotunheim, and Muspelheim in her veins through Laufey's mother. And a dark permanent spell that turns you into Aesir. The same that Odin used on Loki. And yet Odin never cast a spell on her. Unless somehow the spell on Loki had worked on his half-sister as well.
The three kingdoms were in her blood.
The Midgardian did not have any special pedigree.
He was just Midgardian.
And yet Odin sensed something interesting in him.
Something that was only in legends.
Traces of Soul Stone.