Hello! So, I finally saw all Thor movies and an idea popped into my head. I need to warn you that I don't know many things about it since I have only watched the films so bear with me if something isn't right. Also, English is not my native language so I'm sorry for any possible errors. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

Another win for Asgard. Another battle that had gave those men the chance to prove their loyalty to their king and the Nine Realms. We did our duty to restore the peace as many countless times we had done before. They were proud of themselves, enjoying the fruits of their bravery as they tended to their wounded and prepared for the return to their homeland. There was no worry, no regret as they settled between the ruins we have created. The Nine Realms had nothing to fear now.

Jotunheim was defeated.

The Casket of the Ancient Winters was taken from the Frost giants.

Everything was at peace.

I only wished I could participate in their time of joy, relieved of anything troubling my mind. It wasn't the fact that I pitied the land's residents. They had made their choice the moment they attacked one of the realms. Midgard, the realm they had tried to conquer, was filled with beings far more fragile than any of us could imagine. They were powerless, weak and certainly not prepared for what had awaited them when the frost giants charged at them. It was only a matter of time before Asgard came to their rescue and drove the frost giants away from Midgard and to their imminent defeat.

Like I said, I did not pity them. Yet, it was times like this that my mind would drift to similar deeds in the past. It was not the first time we had gone to war and I was sure it wouldn't be the last. I only hoped that we wouldn't lose ourselves into the power it can provide to the winners. Like last time…

I cast another look around me, taking in the aftermath of the bloodshed that took place only half an hour ago before I ascended the rest of the stairs. The cold wind kept whipping the skin of my cheeks but I paid it no heed as I finally reached the top. I took a look around, taking in the details that became prominent due to my sharp eyesight and the pale light of the moon.

The temple of Jotunheim was the only thing that had remained untouched. Despite the disappointment that the army had come to deal with at the all-father's order, I was secretly thankful for his decision. Placing a hand on the column that was nearest to me, I turned my gaze to the lone figure in the middle of the room, his back turned to me but I was sure he had heard me.

"My lord, it's time to go back. We cannot linger any longer."

King Odin didn't give any sign of acknowledgement that he had heard me. He remained in his place, his posture stiff as he kept his head lowered.

"My lord…?" I tried again, my brows furrowing in confusion as I took a hesitant step ahead.

"We've been friends for how many years?" I couldn't help but smile at the calm yet strong tone in his voice, the authority gone from it as it always did when we were alone. A chuckle escaped me before I could stop myself as I folded my arms on my chest.

"Having doubts about my loyalty, All-father? Afraid that I'll abandon you?"

"You've done it before." My smile faltered at the sting of his words. Nevertheless, I managed to keep it on my lips as I took a few more steps towards him. "Yet, you did not act recklessly. My decisions had driven you away. I can only hope that this time you'll stand beside me."

I narrowed my eyes in question. There were a few times in our shared lifetime that he had acted that way and all of them resulted in dragging me into the most unexpected situations. I could only assume that this was one of those times. And the fact that he was avoiding to make clear what he had in mind and was using the longer route in order to convince me to agree beforehand was only proving my point by each second that passed.

"Why-"

"Come closer." The demand was evident in his voice and yet I knew that he didn't use it to intimidate me. I hesitated for a moment before I moved again, closing the remaining distance between us with slow yet determined steps. It wasn't until I reached him that a familiar sound reached my ears, something close to a soft cry, a whine… I moved to stand beside my old friend, my gaze being drown down to his arms and what he held there securely, a small smile on his lips as he stared down at it fondly. My eyes grew wide as my lips parted in surprise at the sight of the small infant in my friend's strong hold. Yet, I could not share the All-father's newly found love for the small being. On the contrary, the more my eyes took in the markings on its body and the blue tone on its skin the more I felt my dislike for it grow further.

"What is this?" I tried to keep my voice steady and calm as to not alert the man of my state. Of course, by the small smirk on his lips he had probably sensed it.

"It's what we call an infant. Surely, you must know-"

"I know what an infant is!" I hissed in annoyance, causing the said being to move its gaze on my form. Another whining sound escaped its lips but this one was far from the fearful one it had escaped it earlier. The corners of its small mouth curled upwards, the sound coming out once again as its legs kicked the older man's chestplate with excitement. The little daemon was smiling at me.

"Ah, look. You gained yourself an admirer." I turned my heated gaze towards Odin whose smirk had widened, clearly too amused from the small exchange. This only caused me to fume at him.

"As if I would care about its affections."

"Now, now, don't be too harsh. This could have easily been your child-"

"My child will never be…" I cast another small glare at that thing again only to feel my temper rise when I realized it was still watching at me with those bloodshot eyes. "…blue." I growled as I kept my narrowed gaze on it trying to inspire some fear. Needless to say I failed dramatically as another smile made its way on the thing's lips. Another laugh…

"We'll never know since you refuse any man that asks to court you." The smug tone was too evident in his voice but I refused to react to it. I was too occupied with glaring daggers at the little devil in his hold.

"I assure you. It will not be blue." I stated firmly. "Light Elves don't bear blue children." He didn't respond as he turned his attention back to the source of my fury. His good eye softened as it took in every detail of the infant and I couldn't help but notice as his thump caressed its skin at the side of its head.

"Enough of this!" I exclaimed as I took a step back before I turned my back on them and headed for the temple's exit. "We need to leave now-!"

"He was abandoned." That stopped me dead on my tracks. I tilted my head to the side, casting the man an annoyed look from above my shoulder. I took in a shaky breath before I spoke.

"I don't care. Leave that thing wherever you found it and let's go!"

"I never had you for a heartless person." I gritted my teeth tightly as my eye twitched in annoyance. I turned around slowly to fully face him, my hands curled into trembling fists as I watched him cuddle the infant close to his body before turning to look at me.

"What do you want to do then? Take it under our wing? Care for it?" I mocked with pure venom drifting from my tone as I threw my hands in the air in an exasperated manner. It was only meant to sound as a bad joke until I saw the serious and stern expression on his face as soon as I spoke those words.

"You're not actually thinking of-" He raised his brows at me as if provoking me to continue. "You can't mean-" The usual faint smirk appeared at one corner of his lips.

"Why not?"

"Have you lost your mind?!" I exclaimed in shock as I once again closed the distance between us quickly. He remained on his spot, looking unfazed despite my explosion towards him. "Did Laufeys' weapon pierce your brain also apart from your eye?!" His expression hardened as he straightened up, looking down at me with a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Careful, Ylva." He barked, causing me to shut my mouth. "You may be dear to me but don't test my patience." I remained in my place, meeting his eye with a stubbornness that could rival his despite the slight uneasiness I was feeling at the pit of my stomach. I frowned a little as I let my gaze drop from his only to land at the small being he was still holding. Only a few minutes with us and it was already creating havoc. For a long moment none of us spoke and I took that chance to calm my breathing while trying to keep my temper under control. Of course, the way that thing was staring at me again was not helping.

"You can't expect me to simply agree with this." I tried, more calmly this time as my eyes remained on the small frost giant. Odin remained silent as if he waited for something. My chin tightened as I watched the infant's small hands reach for the man's beard. "You can't really see it, can you?" I muttered as I narrowed my eyes more towards the little daemon.

"Ylva…" came the exasperated and tired voice of my friend but I ignored it.

"Look at it. It was abandoned by its own people and you want us to take him? He could be dangerous!"

"Oh yes." The man mused just as he brought a hand to the frost giant's mouth, tugging its bottom lip down. "No teeth." The man lifted his gaze to look at me, the same amused expression returning on his face. "Very dangerous indeed."

I rolled my eyes at him. Now he was making fun of me. Of course he would. He always did when I would try to put some sense into him. Sometimes I even wondered why he even made me his advisor in the first place. I crossed my arms on my chest as I looked away from them. A sigh came from the man before he spoke again, this time his voice lacked the teasing tone.

"It is evident that the child was not cast out by its people because they thought he was dangerous. Even you, despite your hate, can see the real reason." I didn't move my gaze from the rock on the other side of the room I had transfixed it on. Mostly, because I knew he was right. The child's size was not normal for a frozen giant's offspring. In fact, it could be easily be mistaken for an Asgardian infant. Except from its skin tone and the markings it bare of course.

"I can only imagine Laufey's resentment for producing such an inadequate heir."

"Laufey?" I asked in slight shock as I turned to look at him again before focusing on the child. "This is Laufey's son?" As if sensing my eyes on it, the child turned its little head slightly in order to stare at me again, its red eyes meeting my dark green ones causing me to cringe slightly.

"I assume the child disgusts you more now that you know." The coldness returned to his voice and I could sense the edge in it too. "You want it out of the way more than ever now." I lifted my gaze to stare at the man, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. Where was this heading?

"Then be my guest." Before I could make sense what had happened, he had forced the baby in my arms. I hissed at the feeling of its cold skin transferring through my gloves and held it away from my body as I stared at it in disgust. Before I could utter a word, the sheer sound of metal filled my ears before a sharp knife appeared on my line of vision. I looked at the man in disbelief but he didn't seem to see anything outrageous in the whole situation, his hand still holding the small weapon for me to take it.

"What are you doing…" I muttered as I felt my body growing numb. The man held my gaze for a bit before he moved his hand close to mine, his blade held firmly in his hold.

"You think he is dangerous. A walking menace." My mouth went dry as a dizzy feeling started to make its appearance. Whether he noticed my state or not, I did not know for he continued with a stronger voice this time.

"I'm giving you the chance. End him. Spare the Nine realms from his vicious nature!" Unintentionally, my eyes found those of the little creature in my hands, its soft expression still there as it looked at me with curiosity. There was not fear, no dread as it stared at me with those wide eyes, completely oblivious to the fact that his life was hanging from a thin line and I was the one who would determine his fate.

"Do it!"

"No!"

Odin held my stare as his brows rose to his forehead, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for something. It was the moment I caught him giving me one of his amused smiles that I let out a small shaky breath. My cheeks felt like they were burning despite the cold temperature of this land as I cast my gaze on the ground. The child was softly removed from my hold before I felt movement on my side, signaling that Odin had come to stand beside me once again. Yet, I still refused to meet his gaze.

"I'll get you for this." I mumbled, my voice only a little above from a whisper. It was the sound of someone chuckling followed by a gentle tugging on a lock of my chestnut wavy hair that finally made me focus back on the man only to find the child gently holding the lock in its tiny fist. I let out a sigh as I brought a hand and removed the piece of hair away from its hold. "You might want to do something with its…appearance." I added as I fixed Odin with a knowing look. He let out another small laugh before he focused on the small child.

I watched silently as the man used his magic causing the child's blue tone to slowly fade while the markings disappeared from its form. Soon, the transformation was over, the child's race traits concealed from the outside world. I made to move away from them only to freeze on my step as soon as it sealed my gaze to its own, forcing me to look at a pair of striking green eyes that contained faint tones of blue.

"There's something more to it than you let me know…" The man didn't remove his gaze from the child as his smile widened but only slightly. "What are you planning?"

"Now is not the time for that. The child will be raised as one of mine and no one will know of its origins except you and my wife. Besides…" he paused for a moment as he tugged his cape, bringing it around him so that he could conceal himself and the child "what's more of a glorious present for my son than the appearance of a sibling?"

I let out another sigh as I rolled my eyes. "What about the queen? Have you thought about her feelings over this?"

"Frigga will be more than thrilled to have another child to dote on." I frowned, shaking my head a little but chose not to comment on it further. Whatever I said would fall on deaf ears. I took in a deep breath as my eyes found those of the little one's. He was smiling at me again…

"I'll guide the army back to Asgard." I announced, earning a questioning look from the man. "You'll need to move him in secrecy if you want whatever plan you have in mind to succeed." He stared at me for a moment longer before he gave a curt nod. It was all I needed as I headed for the temple's exit, my feet dragging me there with hurried steps as if they had a mind of their own, the whole time contemplating on my mind the possible outcome of our decision. What if it grew to became like them? What if it turned against us? What if-?

"Ylva…" I stopped abruptly just as I had managed to reach the stares. I turned my head to the side, looking from above my shoulder at my old friend.

"Thank you." I hesitated on my spot, my eyes traveling from his form to the child in his hands and then back to him. I wanted to back away, turn back on my word for the first time in my life. To just scream at him that he was putting at risk everything that he had fought to achieve for thousands of years. But I didn't. Any fight I had inside me had died. No words could form on my lips as I saw him smiling down at the small creature, his new son.

I descended the stairs before heading towards the camp the army had made, following the loud voices coming from the celebrating soldiers.

Jotunheim had fallen.

But at what cost?

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