1000 years ago, on the cold winter peaks of Jotunheim:

The fighting was mainly over now. The last of the ice giants had fled, after realizing the battle was not in their favor– the cowards that they were.

Odin stood in the great temple of the Jotuns;staring down at the altar, where Laufey, the Jotun King, lay wounded.
He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound, but sounded sickly, as he coughed up blood.

The wounds were deep, but not fatal. Odin would not allow the king of the Jotuns the pleasure of death. Not yet, anyway.
"Are you going to kill me, mighty king?" He choked out.

"No." Murmured Odin. His voice turned icy suddenly. "I'm going to do much worse." From underneath his cloak, Odin grasped a female baby Jotun.

"No-" whispered Laufey. Odin laughed.

"She will be most useful to me." The baby gave a sharp cry, as the blue of its face gave way to a fleshy pink, it's blood-red eyes, turn to emerald-green.

" NO!" Odin merely laughed, a mirror of Laufey's only seconds earlier.

"Watch as she grows up hating you!"


I have no pleasure knowing this was how my life started; as a tool and a competition between two kings. I often wonder what my life would be like if such a confrontation did no happen that day. Odin changed fate by that one action, and unconsciously secured Asgards doom along side it. I may not be able change the past, but I can most certainly wreck the future.