The Coming
The night Odin the Allfather returned home after a victorious war against the Frost Giants in Jotunheim, he had with him a baby. An innocent, fragile baby whose blue Jotunheim skin faded away from the warmth of Asgard. Odin joined his wife, the Queen of Asgard, Frigga in one of the larger chambers of their palace, where she was carrying their newly firstborn, Thor.
"I have a gift for you, my queen," Odin said. He then brought his arms forward to properly show the baby from Jotunheim. Before he could let her speak, he said, "We shall bring him up as one of our own – as a brother of Thor. And in time, he will be the prince who brings peace between Asgard and Jotunheim. "
Frigga simply smiled at what Odin said. "And Thor?"
"Thor will inherit the throne in time and rule as King of Asgard," Odin answered, as if it was not anymore obvious. "But the brothers will need one another, for diplomatic ties between realms cannot be maintained alone by the King, but with his own brother."
Meanwhile, on that very same night when the war against the Frost Giants had been won, a knock was heard on the doors of an old couple's humble cottage in the suburbs. This couple had been yearning for a child for decades. Every single one of their neighbours knew how they have been struggling to bear a child but to no avail. And so on that fortunate night, the woman opened the door and strangely, she saw no one. But when she looked down, she saw the greatest surprise. A baby lay sleeping in a basket, covered in light blue silk. With it was an envelope tied to the basket.
The woman bent down, to pick it up and when she slid out the peace of paper inside, all she read was:
She deserves better. Please take care of Hera for us.
And in that moment, the woman's eyes brimmed with tears as she took the baby out of the basket and called out for her husband.
