Chapter 9:Loki
Chapter 9: Unexpected Discovery
Weeks bled into months, and the war in Jötunheim raged on. News from the front remained scarce, a trickle of whispers and rumors that did little to quell Thor's mounting anxiety. His training continued, a relentless pursuit of perfection fueled by both frustration and a newfound respect for strategy. He delved deeper into the ancient texts, his mind absorbing tactics and lore like a sponge.One evening, as Thor sparred with a guard, a messenger burst onto the training grounds, his face pale with urgency. All activity ceased as the messenger approached Odin, who stood observing the training session."Your Majesty," the messenger gasped, bowing low. "We have news from the front. King Odin has achieved a decisive victory against Laufey and his Frost Giants. Jötunheim has surrendered."A cheer erupted from the gathered warriors, a wave of relief and exhilaration washing over the training grounds. Thor, his heart pounding with a mixture of joy and disappointment, allowed himself a small smile. His father had triumphed, but the ache of not being there to fight alongside him remained.The following days were a whirlwind of preparations. Asgard readied itself to welcome its victorious king and his army. Banners fluttered in the wind, and celebratory feasts were planned. Thor, despite the joy of his father's return, couldn't shake off a nagging curiosity. Why hadn't he been summoned to Jötunheim after the surrender?Finally, the day arrived. The Bifrost shimmered into existence, and Odin, his armor slightly dented but his spirit unbroken, stepped through the portal. He was followed by weary but triumphant warriors, their faces etched with the hardships of war. The cheers of the Asgardian populace reached a fever pitch as Odin raised his hand in a gesture of acknowledgment.The celebratory feast was a grand affair, filled with laughter, toasts, and tales of valor. Thor, however, found himself drawn to a secluded corner of the hall, his gaze fixed on his father. Finally, when the opportunity arose, he approached Odin."Father," he began, his voice low, "why wasn't I called to Jötunheim after the surrender? There was still much to be done, wouldn't you agree?"Odin met his gaze, his one eye holding an inscrutable depth. "There were matters that required a more… delicate touch, Thor," he replied, his voice laced with a hidden meaning.Thor frowned, unsatisfied with the answer. However, before he could press further, a commotion erupted near the entrance of the hall. Frigga, her face pale with shock, hurried towards Odin, a small bundle cradled in her arms."My king," she gasped, her voice trembling. "There has been a most unexpected development."All eyes turned to Frigga, curiosity and concern etched on the faces of the gathered Asgardians. Odin's expression remained unreadable, but a flicker of something akin to surprise crossed his face for a fleeting moment."What is it, my queen?" he asked, his voice calm despite the tension in the air.Frigga, her voice thick with emotion, declared, "I… I have given birth to a son."A stunned silence descended upon the hall. Thor, his mind reeling, looked from his mother's tear-filled eyes to the tiny bundle she held. A newborn baby? But… how? He remembered seeing Frigga just a few days ago, and there had been no sign of pregnancy.As the congratulations poured in, Thor felt a strange sense of unease. Something about the situation didn't sit right with him. Yet, the joy in the hall was undeniable. Odin, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, reached out to take the swaddled baby from Frigga.The baby, unlike most newborns, seemed unusually quiet and reserved. His eyes, a startling shade of blue, held an intelligence that belied his young age. His parents named him Loki odinson , now due to his past life memories , he knew that truth but he kept his mouth and acted not to know anything. The God of lies with his very truth of birth a lie.