A.N: Hello everyone...This is just a random story that I'm writing because I have too much free time...and what's a better way to spend that free time other than writing!? So, I hope you enjoy! Please tell me if you think I should continue? And if you have any ideas as to where you would like this story to go, then please do tell me!

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January 965 A.D

Throughout the nine realms, Jotunheim was always known as a horrid place. It was home to the most foul creatures the worlds had ever seen. They had unpredictable tempers and always tried to start wars with neighboring realms. But the other worlds paid them no mind. They did not fear Jotunheim or the Jotuns that lived there. Why should they? The Frost Giants were ignorant, vile beasts that didn't know the proper tactics to win a war. But after ages upon ages of trying to prove themselves formidable, they stopped. They ceased their pitiful rationale. They lived quietly amongst themselves for quite sometime...

Until at one point, they disappeared. Completely vanished from sight. Heimdall noticed it the moment it happened. He had always kept his gaze a little sharper on Jotunheim, for no one could completely trust the Frost Giants. It would be like them to disappear altogether. However, Jotunheim had not vanished...they had hid themselves from his view. He expected them to reveal themselves eventually, but they didn't appear.

Nevertheless, he didn't fret. He had seen the Jotuns planning attacks multiple times before. It had always been rebels that had done the planning, usually a small group of them. They had big dreams too. Dreams of ruling the worlds and turning them into frozen wastelands, just like Jotunheim. It was pretty pathetic. But their plans had never got too far, for the King of Jotunheim, Laufey, had never approved of it and quickly ceased their scheming. But one thing they had never done before, even when Jotunheim posed a "threat", was hid themselves from Heimdall's view. Or any view for that matter.

However, he waited several days, but nothing happened. At one point their veil dropped, and what he saw, he knew he had to report right away. They had never been this prepared. This perspicuous. What could have changed?

Heimdall left his post, and headed straight toward the palace. It was a rare thing for him to leave his post at the observatory. But a matter like this could wait no longer. He had stalled long enough, having false hope that this was another weak ploy. But this time, this matter was nothing close to false.

Heimdall strode through the busy streets of Asgard, confused looks being thrown in his direction, and into the palace grounds. As soon as he stepped foot through the threshold of the palace entryway, Heimdall ordered one of the guards to summon their king. From the look on his face and the fact that he was not in the observatory, the guard didn't need an explanation for such a sudden request of the king's presence. He knew that whatever the urgent matter was, it needed their king's intimidate attention.

The guard quickly nodded, and scurried away. Tripping over his boots as he ran to inform the All-father.

Heimdall quickly contemplated about how to approach the All-father with this kind of news. He didn't want the king to think him naive; for him to be disconcerted over Jotunheim's little disappearing act. Heimdall knew that this time was different.

Several moment later, the All-Father appeared with two guards flanking either side of him. He stood tall, as a king should. He displayed a stern and serious look that seemed permanently chiseled onto his face. Years and years of being the king to a powerful, stalwart realm had aged him so.

As Odin All-Father approached, Heimdall kneeled onto one knee, placing his right fit above his heart, showing his loyalty, "All-Father", he said, closing his eyes and bowing before the beloved king.

Odin spoke, "Good Heimdall, what news have you come to bring me? It is to my understanding that it is urgent?" He seemed to have other thoughts going through his mind. No doubt other matters that didn't contend with what Heimdall had to report to him.

Heimdall stood up undeviating and tall, "All-Father, it seems as though one of the nine have concealed themselves from my sight. I have not seen them for quite some time. I mean not to trouble you, but to keep the continuing peace of the realms, I felt the need to inform you at once."

Odin's eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion as to who Heimdall might be referring to, "Which realm is hidden from you, Heimdall? I assure you, it's insubstantial at the moment. There are more pressing matters at hand. However, I thank you for protecting our realm and reporting to me when there might be concern," He didn't seemed convinced of his own words, but nonetheless, put on a confident demeanor. He turned on his heel and started to walk out of the room.

"It's Jotunheim, you highness. They plan war. Soon." Heimdall said, and that's all he needed to. Odin stopped dead in his tracks and stood there for many moments. He gave a weary sigh. Odin turned around, his face impassive, "Keep your eyes on them. Report back to me at once if you learn anymore information. I'll take care of this." And with that, he left the palace room with other plans on his mind.

At dinner that night, Odin requested that his family eat alone. This tipped off the rest of the palace guards, but they showed no skepticism. They remained quiet.

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As the servers finished gathering their empty plates, Odin and Frigga were left to their own thoughts. Thor had run off to his room for the night, eager for his morning training lessons with Tyr.

Odin was deep in thought, starring intently at the wall across from him, while Frigga was staring intently at him; waiting for him to meet her worried eyes.

She took a deep breath and finally spoke up, "You've been quiet all supper. I know when you have something to tell me. What is it that has been plaguing your thoughts all evening?" She had held much concern in her voice; Odin could tell right away that he had to tell her.

"Heimdall has reported an impending war with Jotunheim. Possibly in the next months to come." He said simply, his voice barely over a murmur. He kept his eyes on on the wall, trying to find answer within it perhaps.

Frigga's faced grew worried, "An impending war against Asgard? Why? We haven't had any conflicts with Jotunheim in years. Have you informed the council about this?" She tried to calm herself more before speaking again, "And If not against Asgard, why the other realms? No one has been in contact with Jotunheim for years!" Frigga was lost in thought for a moment before saying,"We can't go to war; there would be much bloodshed with such a short notice."

Odin knew this was true. It couldn't be denied, nor changed. He had to make decisions...soon.

In the span of twelve days, Heimdall saw nothing more. Heard nothing. Felt nothing. It had seemed as though Jotunheim had completely vanished into thin air. It was unnerving at best.

By that time Odin had had enough. He had no idea what kind of war Jotunheim could be plotting. Or had already plotted. He knew the frost giants were the most unruly and impulsive creatures that had ever walked the nine realms. They could decide to ditch their plans and attack at any moment.

Which is why on that twelfth day after he had received the abrupt news from Heimdall, he called together the Elders of the Northern council, which consisted of: Kristhallr and Olavia of Vanaheim, Eitri and Yri of Nidavellir, Hafur and Bassi of Alfheim, and Odin and Frigga of Asgard.

They had been called into Asgard, requested by the All-father himself. They all sat in the large council hall room. The room had four, enormous, round pillars; each of which stood as tall as the beautiful, embellished ceilings. Flame light illuminated the entire space, giving the hall a warm touch. The council members themselves sat in regal, marble thrones that had a marvelous white and gray swirl.

Odin was the one to speak first, "I have requested your presence today, as we have troubling matters. Heimdall has informed me that Jotunheim is devising an attack against one of the realms. It is uncertain which one they target. They have been concealing themselves from Heimdall's watch, which leads me to believe their plan of attack is true. To prevent any future bloodshed, I feel as though we must be prepared for any actions they take upon us." Odin's gaze meet all the eyes around the table, including Frigga's supportive, understanding face. She gave him a small smile.

Eitri spoke up at once, "Why should we fret about what Jotunheim is planning?" he asked, his accent thick. "Those beasts stand no chance against any of the realms. Even Midgard could win a war against them!" He gave a booming laugh. A couple of the council members averted their gazes; afraid they might start chuckling. They all could imagine the Frost Giants going against mortals.

Eitri's wife Yri interrupted his laughter, an annoyed look aimed at her husband, "What my husband means is...do you truly believe Jotunheim would try to concur one of the realms? And if so, what actions do you believe we should take?" Eitri's silent chuckles completely ceased after his wife's remark, his eyes cased down, as he knew not to comment on this matter anymore.

"We must strengthen our defense, and hope for the best. We need to gather our best warriors and be prepared for anything they might do. I hope you all share the concern I do, and to help protect our realms, as well as our neighboring realms." Odin said.

Kristhallr vocalized his troubled about the situation, "I agree with Odin. If Jotunheim were to break our defenses, we must be ready." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "My warriors will be ready as soon as those beasts make their move. I am no coward. I'm ready when you are."

"As am I," remarked his wife, Olavia. "I want to keep the balance between the nine, and if that means going to war with Jotunheim, then so be it."

Throughout this pensive discussion, both Bassi and Hafur kept silent; their eyes meeting each others from across the large, marble table. Both their faces held much worry. Odin looked at them with a curious expression, "Where do you two stand in all of this. If you wish to not be involved, we completely support your discussion. But let it be known, that we will not be able to protect you if Jotunheim decides an attack against your realm."

Hafur was the first to speak, "Odin, we have protected Asgard and you have protected us in return, but we do not want to be apart of this matter. I hope you all can understand." She took a deep breath in as she said this; worried that someone would question her and her husband's faithfulness to the council.

Bassi studied his wife's face for quite some time before he spoke, "Unfortunately, we do not want to put our realm in harms way. Although we can't fight with you..." He glanced at his wife. She gave him a soft smile, completely trusting him, "... we would offer your children and elders sanctuary, if needed."

Not three weeks later, Jotunheim appeared. It was almost completely void of frost giants except for the few that stayed behind to protect their realm. The warriors of Jotunheim, however, were on Midgard. Destroying everything in their path. They started with the weakest realm. The mortals of Midgard wouldn't be missed, since they had never attained to much. It was an easy target to start with. Who would want to protect weak, little Midgard? But unfortunately for Jotunheim, they were going to be the starting target for another war.

The Elders of the Northern Council called upon their most durable warriors. Their most gifted sorcerers. Their most proficient craftsman. Their most cunning. Most skilled. Most reliable. Anyone who was able enough to fight, was needed. They even ordered the guards to join them into battle. The woman were to stay and protect their realms, if it came down to that. The children and elders, as promised, were to be protected on Alfheim.

Everyone in Asgard was prepared. As they should be. Warriors off all ages assembled together in the grand hall, departing from their families. They all wore thick furs to protect themselves from freezing cold they were going to be facing.

Everyone was ready. Some were eager to rip apart some Frost Giants, while others put on a brave face, although feeling completely terrified to be going into war on such short notice. But one thing they all could agree on: they didn't want to leave their families that they may never see again.

The council had known about the impending war for the past three weeks. They had notified the public of this matter only two days prior to departure. However, it was no matter. These warriors were prepared for anything anyone had to offer. They were trained for this.

Soon after their brisk good-byes to their loved ones, the warriors moved to the Bifrost. Odin and Frigga stayed behind until the very end. Frigga had tears in her eyes, but she would not shed one. She was strong, Odin knew this, which is why he would be the one to lead the warriors from all four realms into Jotunheim and put a stop to their destruction. Kristhallr had offered to be the one to lead, but his wife would not hear of it. It was extremely dangerous to be in the front lines. She knew this. The other men of the council would stay as back up, if they were needed.

Odin could see the large group of children and elders, waiting to go to Alfheim. In the crowd, he could see shuffling, then children falling, then a young boy with blond locks racing towards him.

"Father! Father!," His only son screamed wildly at the top of his lungs. He finally made it through the crowd, short of breath, but smiling widely. "I have not said good-bye yet. How long will you be gone?" he asked, with such innocence in his voice. His piecing eyes waited for answer.

Odin and Frigga gave a small smile, saddened to each other. Odin bent down to the three year old, taking his little hands in his rough, calloused ones. He spoke to him in a reassuring voice, "I will come back as soon as I can, Thor. You must be strong while I am away," he said, brushing Thor's blonde hair from his face. He then added seriously, "and no trouble. You must be respectful, do you understand?"

Thor looked at his father with a much more serious look, "I will, Father," He said. Then with a grin,"I will make you proud!" And with that, he embraced his father greatly for a moment, then let go. He gave his mother an even longer hug. She kissed his cheeks as he pulled away.

"Everything will be alright, sweetheart," Frigga said, lovingly. "You will be as safe as can be."

And with that, Thor ran back to the group and awaited their arrival on Alfheim.

Silence. The streets of Asgard were completely silent. Everyone was locked away in their homes, including Frigga. When the warriors set foot on Jotunheim land, the Jotuns retreated from Midgard at once to protect their realm. But as soon as they did, the hid themselves from Heimdall's view once more. Everyone back on Asgard waited for news. Some sort of message of information. But they received nothing. Until three months after their departure. Jotunheim's veil dropped from a split second, but that's all it took. What Heimdall saw was unspeakable and gruesome. Bloodshed was all around the warriors...but they were alive.

11 months later 965 A.D

They had won. It had been grueling and tiresome and exhausting...but they had won. Which they knew they would. Yet they had lost some too: warriors, limbs,...hope. Kristhallr had been killed as well. No matter what measures his wife took to protect him, it was not match for the barren wasteland that took his life. But in the end, they had won. And all that mattered to them at that moment was returning to their families. And eventually celebrating. A very grand celebratory celebration. One to remember for years to come.

It had come down to a treaty. Once they had taken the Casket of Ancient Winters from the Jotuns, they promised not to destroy the rest of Jotunheim and everyone on it if they would keep their peace with the rest of the nine realms. They had reluctantly agreed to the Asgardian's terms of the treaty.

They left Jotunheim groups, for Heimdall could not transport them all at once. Odin, Tyr, and a small group of eleven warriors were the only ones left. They stood in the outskirts of Jotunheim, waiting for Heimdall to take them home.

Tyr was Odin's most trusted commander and general. He had a bit of a temper and was quite rash, but that is exactly what was needed to be great at what he did. He knew how to take down any enemy's defense. Break the enemy as much as they needed.

As they waited, they were silent. They had nothing to say to each. This was a time to mourn those who were lost in battle and had sacrifice their lives to protect those around them. To protect those at home. To protect the nine realms. They gave this moment of silence to the deceased, or at least tried to...

…...From afar, however, they could hear the wailing of a small child...

So what do you think? I'd love some commentary on how I did. To be honest, I have no idea how to write a story, so I'm not sure if this is completely terrible or ehh okay. If you have any questions regarding where this is going, then feel free to ask away! Thank you for reading! I should be continuing soon, that's if you all think I should?