Despite being awoken most unpleasantly in the wee hours of the morning, Frigga Fjorgynndottir smiled as she held back her husband's long hair as he retched the remnants of last night's supper into a no longer empty chamber pot in their private washroom.

Odin caught his breath and let out a dry chuckle. "I am glad that you take so much pleasure in my discomfort, dear wife." his voice was laced with sarcasm and a little raspy from the vomiting. Frigga used one hand to rub soothing circles on his back.

For quite a few days now, this had been their morning ritual. Frigga grew increasingly concerned for her husband and urged him to consult Eir, the royal healer. Pigheadedly, each time he refused. Always saying it was of 'no great concern'. Frigga loves Odin, but her beloved was the most stubborn creature in the nine realms! And that included Thor's obstinate goats Tannsgrisnir and Tannsgrotnir

"I take no pleasure in your misery, Odin" said Frigga. "It just reminds me of all those mornings when I was pregnant with Thor," she said smiling at the memory of Odin doing the same for her. Not even the goddess of childbirth and motherhood herself was immune to morning sickness. "You, however, complain more and could probably have this illness solved if you would stop being so willful."

Odin's wave of nausea seemed to have subsided and he straightened out from his kneeling position on the floor. Frigga took a clean cloth off a rack and dipped it the to a basin of clean, warm, water she asked one of her handmaidens to run earlier and used it to wash her husband's face. He did not look particularly ill or feel warm to the touch, in fact he was rather cool due to his being half-Jotnar. Frigga finished wiping his face and traced a finger across his bearded jaw. Despite spending so much time getting acquainted with the chamber pot, her husband was as handsome as ever, maybe even more so recently.

Frigga kissed his jaw. "Let us return to bed, my love, and when the sun breaks, we will be going to see Eir.

Odin took her hand and walked towards their spacious bed chamber and spoke the words that every wise husband knew well. "Of course, my wife."

After returning to bed, Odin wasted no time returning to his slumber, however Frigga was restless. Although she knew he whatever was afflicting Odin was most likely of no concern, there was something else different about him. Thinking on her earlier observation and watching his sleeping form, he was truly more attractive than ever. Not that he wasn't usually, but something more was under the surface. His scent, while still undeniably him, was a little different. More enticing, and his skin almost seemed to glow.

Nay, not glowing. He was positively radiant. That is strange, she thought. He should be ashen. Frigga leaned closer to Odin, and took a whiff of his scent, right at the base of his neck.

By the Ancestors, Frigga knew that underlying scent. That scent, gave a major a indication to the probable cause her half-Jotunn husband's vomiting and radiant skin. That and the …interesting way they decided to try coupling some 7 weeks earlier. Frigga placed her hand, right under Odin's navel and used her magics to feel…

And there it was.

Bor's Beard.

This was the best day of her life.

"What is so humorous, that you feel the need to laugh like that?" Her husband implored. Frigga noted that she had been laughing maniacally since she came to her amusing epiphany, waking her husband.

She placed a kiss upon his lips. "I feel the first sparks of a new life." She said joyfully.

Frigga oft was pleased by such things and was oft the first to know, as it was her domain, thought Odin. Aesir were extremely long lived so their birth rate was very low to compensate for that. Most births here were celebrated, but rarely was she this excited.

"And who in the kingdom is being blessed with this new life?" asked Odin of Frigga.

Frigga sat up and kissed him again, less chastely this time. "We are, my love"

For a moment Odin was speechless. A fortunate god was he, to be blessed with a third child. Odin placed his hand on Frigga's lower abdomen, not expecting to feel a bump this early, but to reach out and form a bond with his unborn child with seidr as he had done with Thor. He did something similar with Loki as well, but only after his birth. His brow quirked with confusion. He could not sense a new life here.

"Frigga, I cannot..." Odin began

Frigga interrupted his train of thought. "Not here, beloved." Removing his hand from her stomach. "Here." She instructed, moving his hand to his own abdomen.

Odin felt the distinctive spark of a new life.

"Oh."