WARNINGS! TAKE HEED! Mpreg, dub-con, bad sex scene (a bland one hopefully bland enough that its not against Terms) and a possible squick pairing at the beginning. Oh yea, and some SERIOUS mutilation of mythology and cannon.
Sins of the Fathers
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The battle had raged on for days, and the hills of Midgard would never be the same, Giants and Aesir trampling along the land aside the humans who named this realm home. The dance of power was tangible in the air, lights in the sunless sky dancing above the warriors who fought. The Cask of Ancient Winters was a fearsome artifact indeed, especially in the hands of its creators, the mad frost giants of Jotunheim. However, Gungir was also a fearsome artifact in the right hands, and Odin held his own against his nemesis, the king of the Jotnar.
"This is Madness Laufey! You would turn this realm no better than your own ruined world!" Odin shouted, lashing out with the spear as he tried to push the Jotun king back north, where their own winter bridge had deposited the army so many of the mortal years ago.
"A fitting tribute to this realms new rulers then!" Laufey shouted back, not letting Odin push him far before he pushed back. The frost giants were deadly in themselves to the golden sunborn Aesir wariors, and for every Jotun felled, three of the golden warriors of Asgard fell. He was confident he could win. "From this realm, we can spread our blessings of ice and death to every realm… starting with Golden Asgard." The giant's words were cruel, and his magic even more so.
Odin was clever though, and a master of his surroundings, even when the Cask turned the very land around him into hell itself. "Why Laufey? Why do you do this?" Odin let his betrayal and rage leak into his voice, feigning forward before pulling back just as the Jotun king struck again. The god's feet and hands were nimble though, and he struck faster than the giant, spear tangling in the deadly ice of the cask and pushing, just enough to knock it from Laufey's hands. However, that didn't mean that the frost giant was beaten, and it was barely a moment later that Gungir jointed the cask, thrown aside and out of Odin's reach.
Odin growled at his enemy, jumping forward and determined to strangle the other king with his bare hands if he had to. Any sacrifice was acceptable to end this senseless war, though he was surprised when the Giant moved forward to meet him, a cruel look on his face. Odin almost cursed as he remembered the poison that was the touch of a Jotun, but instead he murmured under his breath, calling upon the aesir magic that was his as king. He grinned as his hands closed around Laufey's throat, the giants grin slipping even as Odin's hands didn't burn from the frozen of the other.
"Not this time Laufey…" Odin said, almost gleeful as he began to choke his nemises, though it didn't take long for Laufey to respond, his own icy hands clasping the Aesir kings throat in turn. Both of the kings grappled in the snow, golden skin and frozen flesh trying to kill each other.
It was as much to Laufey's surprise as Odin's as both of them found their lips locked, the frost giant rubbing his lithe body against the hardened muscles of his enemy. Unlike the Aesir battle dress, the Jotun loin cloth left little to imagination as the blue king's body pushed the other into responding. Their grip was still rough, still bruising and cruel as each man vied for dominance, though no longer working to kill the other. There was now a fevered need to the touches, and Laufey continued to struggle even as the Aesir god pinned him.
The Jotun would have flushed with embarrassment if he hadn't been so caught in need, and even as he pushed and clawed at the golden Aesir, his legs spread, begging and needy. Odin obliged him, even as pink lips and black locked again, the god's hard length finding the other mans entrance. The Jotun king pulled back to shout in pain, even as his hips thrust upward into the other's strong, hard thrusts. The painful burning need pulled his legs around the Aesir, no room for thought in his head as he was lost in the terrible need. None had ever bested him in combat, nor taken him during mating season, but that this Aesir was strong and clever enough to do so…
The Giants instincts said that this would be an acceptable father for progeny… when Laufey woke later, he was sore, humiliated, and barely stayed himself from slicing his own wrists as he looked up at where Odin leaned against a rock. The Cask of Ancient Winters lay nearby, the frost damaged skin of the gods hands attested where the man had tried to take the cask, but he had not been able to hold it. That much made the Jotun king grin.
"I never would have taken you for Argr…" Odin stated, immediately erasing the Jotun's grin as Laufey growled at him.
"Your insults mean nothing, Aesir." He growled, standing painfully up and taking the cask, walking away, trusting that if the allfather hadn't killed him in his stupor after mating, then the man wouldn't kill him now. He didn't.
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When the Jotuns withdrew from Midgard, the Aesir council met under Odin's watchful eyes, ten of his closest friends and advisors, and a handful of Midgardian mortals. "We must pursue them to Jotunheim. If we leave them as they are, they will only re-muster their forces and once more act aggressively towards the other realms."
"How do you suggest we follow them? We have no authority on Jotunheim, unlike here on Midgard with our friends." One of the councilors said, and Odin shook his head.
"That is the point my friend, if we leave them be, we will only find ourselves fighting this battle again, and again." Odin stated vehemently, knowing in his heart that this war must be ended now. His wife had already given birth to their first son, and he had only heard of it in a missive. He had to make all the realms safe, for the sake of his child. In the end, they did.
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The battle was over, the cask safely contained under spell and box. The giants had retreated, and were licking their wounds, under the lead of their king Laufey.
"I'll not miss this desolate hell hole." Odin turned to look at his friend, grinning as the other spoke. "Do not take long my friend in your words with the defeated king, Hemidal will be bringing the last of us home soon."
"I will… I need to ensure that Laufey understands the terms of this peace." Odin said, and his friend laughed, before continuing towards his target. The temple was ruins, nearly abandoned save where he was to meet Laufey. However there was no sign of the Jotun king, and Odin pressed his lips together in disapproval as he worked his way deeper into the temple. He wouldn't put it past someone who was Argr to try to lay some kind of trap, but the Allfather fell into no such thing.
"So good of you to impose the last of your will, Odin of the Aesir." Laufey said from the shadows, seated in a throne made of ice and crumbling stone. "There was no reason. I understand the terms of this peace." The Jotun king growled at the interloper, scarlet eyes glinting in what little light filtered this deeply into the temple. "Get out." The frost giant said, rising himself and turning away, not really giving Odin a chance to answer.
Odin growled himself, speaking one last time before turning to leave himself. "Remember well the terms of this truce. Should it be broken there will be no other recourse but that which neither of us desire." The destruction completely of Jotunheim, by the Asbru bridge. Odin was loathe to have to wipe out an entire species, and he was certain that even mad Laufey would not allow it to come to that.
The Aesir got no response from the hereditary king of Jotunheim, and turned himself to leave. He paused for just a moment when he thought he heard something move, and glanced back, but instead of investigating, he continued on his way.
A silent, but squirming, bundle remained where the alter of the temple had once been, left and forgotten in the shadows, too small to be a giant, and too blue to be an Aesir.
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AN: So… yea… in this, Odin IS Loki's father… I would label the thing between Laufey and Odin to be Dubcon at best, because Laufey has certain instincts when it comes to someone stronger than him. Loki is going to have those same instincts when he reaches jotun maturity. XgrinsX This is officially AU, and I'm planning at this point to do six chapters of Loki living with the Jotun and being absolutely miserable… then about five chapters planned where he's miserable with the Aesir… Yea, he's not going to be the out and out bad guy though. :3 He's just going to look like the bad guy.
For the record, this is based in the Marvel universe, and will eventually involve the avengers… I've got it planned for up to that point at least, and I'll be shamelessly mugging mythology for ideas on what to have the kids up to. Yea… that part where Thor had to dress up as Freya to get his hammer back? Xevil grinX
On another note, this won't update quite as regularly as Fiery Spirit and Falling, since I'm probably only going to be working on this one when I've got ideas for it, since for a long time its going to focus on Loki's childhood… So… probably two or three updates this month, then slowing down… I promise to not give up on it though, because I've got plans for the timeline.