The Chronicles of Asgard- The youngest Son

Frigga

Frigga stood by the window and stared out into storm, raging over Asgard. The rain pounded hard against the windows, the wind howled and a thunder rolled in the distance, but despite the din outside, a heavy silence lay upon the palace.

Frigga drummed her fingers on the stone sill, but soon began to pace up and down the throne room, her steps echoing from the walls.

She stopped in the middle of the hall, closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath in, trying to calm herself. She remained like that for a few seconds, but suddenly the silence was broken, when the broad two-winged door swung open and a young servant bolted in. The boy panted in excitement.

"It's done my Lady! We've done it! We've beaten the Jotuns! Heimdall sent me to tell you. The king is injured, but he's well. Our men are going to be here any minute."

Frigga sighed. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. Odin was injured, but he was well. The battle was won. Good news at last.

She smiled at the young servant "Thank you. Offer my gratitude to young Heimdall and tell Eir what you told me. She has to take care of all the wounded."

"Yes my Lady." He nodded eagerly and left the hall with a hasty bow of his head.

As the doors fell shut behind him, Frigga suddenly felt very tired. All the exertion of the last few days came to her and suddenly, all she wanted was for Odin to come home and rest.

She left the throne room, to welcome her husband in the entrance hall. The heavy silence, which had filled the palace only moments before was gone. Servants hastened through the corridors, carrying blankets and pillows, torches and wine, chattering excitedly and a luring smell came from the kitchens, readying for the Allfather's return.

The entrance hall was empty, not even guards were there to guard the entrance. Even though only a few minutes passed, Frigga felt like she was waiting for hours, as the heavy wooden portal opened and Odin walked through.

He was wet and dirty, his armour and cloak soaked with rain and covered in mud and dried blood, his face worn and tired.

Frigga let out an aghast gasp. Were Odin's right eye should have been, was only a makeshift eye patch.

"What happened to your eye?!"

Odin brushed it off. "It was a small price to pay."

Frigga took a few steps towards him, to inspect it more closely. "Eir should have a look at it."

"Later."

Only then she saw, that Odin held something in his arms; a bundle. He had hidden it under his cloak, to protect it from the storm and unpleasant eyes.

"What is that?," she asked suspiciously.

"It's a baby."

"Oh," Frigga breathed. "A baby."

"I found him in Jotunheim. He was left to die."

A thunder rolled nearby and the nursling began to cry. She walked to him and very carefully took the boy from Odin's arms, to cradle him in hers and he stopped crying.

She felt her chest swell with motherly love, as she looked down at the little boy and smiled softly. "He's so small." Her voice was no more than a whisper.

"He is Laufey's son," Odin said. Frigga could feel her husband's heavy gaze upon her.

"No", she said firmly, looking up to meet him. "He is my son now."

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