Odin looked at the child in shock. It was clearly terrified, yet it remained quiet. At first, he thought it dead, but as its ruby red eyes looked at him, he realised, it was alive still. He walked over and bent down slightly to take a better look at it with his one remaining eye. It was so small, too small for a Frost Giant, he realised the markings were that of Laufey's line itself, but oddly, the little creature had hair, something he had never known a full Jotunn to possess. He wondered where the dam was, but as the child began to cry, he ceased to care.

'Allfather?' Tyr asked, walking over to him, looking at the child also.

'It will succumb to the elements soon.' The king stated. He collected the child in his arms, who ceased crying and looked at him as though curious as to the strange being that was now holding it. 'It is not a full one.'

'What will we do with it?' His general asked.

'I am unsure, but this child is not fully one of them, look at its features.'

'Aesir or Vanir? Could be Midgardian too.'

'No, not Midgardian, I can sense some magic, I think Vanir.' He used his own magic to put a glamour on the child, hiding its blue skin, markings and altering its red eyes. His curiosity caused him to check more and moved its cloth a little. 'A boy.' He gave the order for Tyr to get the casket and turned, the child in his arms still. 'I cannot guarantee that he is not Aesir, and for that alone, I need to bring him back to Asgard, he is clearly left to die, there is no sign of another here.'

'But he is one of them, Sire.'

'They are adults that chose to war and kill others, he is but an infant, he has chosen no war.' Odin stated. 'But what to do with him?'

'Allfather?' The king turned to look at a soldier. 'If I may be so bold.'

'Yes?' He indicated for the man to step forward.

'My brother, he and his wife, they have lost five children, she cannot get them to survive birth, they yearn greatly for a child.' The man stated. 'I know they would take him in willingly, give him a loving and nurturing home.'

Odin looked at the man, then back to the infant, who was looking at him in fascination. 'Can they provide for him?'

'My brother has his own home and business, they can indeed.'

'Very well, then he can be given a chance.' The King smiled slightly.

'Do you think it wise, Odin?' Tyr asked his friend.

'How could I go home to my wife and tell her I left a child to perish here when she grows our own in her?' Odin asked. 'I cannot leave an innocent child here. To do so makes me as bad as his sire.' With a nod, the soldier took the baby, and they all went back to an area where Heimdall could retrieve them and used the Bifrost to leave the now weakened Jotunheim and return to Asgard, the Casket of Ancient Winters and the small infant in hand.

When they returned to the city, Odin looked to the soldier that was safely holding the child under a pelt, when the man noticed him, he bowed slightly, getting one in return from the King, who felt better, knowing the child stood a chance at a normal life as he made his way back to the palace, to his wife, his young son and to the impending birth of his second child.

'Loki, get back here.' The black-haired boy looked at his father excitedly. 'You could be hit by a horse.'

'Father, I want to see them.' Loki stretched his neck to see what was in front of them.

'Settle down,' His father smiled before getting his son and putting him on his shoulders. 'Better?'

Loki smiled as he watched the Aesir royal family's carriage pass by. 'I can see the Allmother and Prince Thor.' He shouted excitedly.

'Very good.' His father grinned at his son's excitement at seeing the royal family. He looked himself and found himself silently being grateful to the Allfather, the man he knew was mere metres away from, for giving him and his wife something they yearned so greatly for.

When the Allfather turned his head and looked out the window, Tomás noticed the king look at him and his son for only the slightest moment before looking around again. He wondered did the king recognise the boy he had helped save or was he simply glancing the crowd. He did not think he would ever know. 'Come on, son. We need to get back to the workshop.'

'Fine.' Loki sulked slightly as his father turned and began to walk, allowing his son stay on his shoulders.

'What's wrong?'

'I did not see them all.'

'You saw the Allfather, Allmother, and Prince Thor, didn't you?'

'I know, but still.' He turned to look back towards the carriage, only to no longer be able to see it, defeated, he allowed his father take him down from his shoulders and walked dutifully beside him, having already gotten in trouble twice that day for being somewhat mischievous.