Bylestir fumed as he ones again was seated with all the other clan leaders.

It felt like an eternity and a half ago since they had their first meeting. And now Bylestir had finally concluded what he should have known all along.

This was a farce. A complete and utter farce.

They were never going to agree on a king. All of these people were clan leaders and never wanted to answer to anyone but themselves.

As soon as a small majority started to form supporting someone, everyone else would jump up and shoot it down.

Why had Bylestir let that stupid Asgardian in his head talk him into this? Now his true name was revealed, he had to face the scorn from everyone around him. And he had honestly just been wasting these weeks. Those were weeks of his life he was never going to get back.

Enough, it had to be enough and Bylestir looked up as people were shouting at each other again. Soon another brawl between them was sure to erupt.

He hissed as he stood up, then took in a deep breath and yelled. "ENOUGH!"

All halted, all looked at Bylestir.

"This is getting us no-where!" Bylestir stated. "So let me ask you all a question." he stated. "Answer me this! What would it take for you to accept someone as king? What would this person have to give?" he asked.

Hyma looked up. "Are you suggesting a challenge?" he asked.

A female Jotunn leader lifted an eyebrow. "What kind of challenge?"

"I don't know." Bylestir stated. "What kind of challenge would you find acceptable?"

There was silence, the clan leaders looked at each other. Then suddenly, a smile crept over Hyma's face.

Bylestir didn't like the look of it, as Hyma's red eyes glistened.

"I have an idea." Hyma stated and they all turned to him.

"Don't tell me you want a tournament?" Another clan leader snorted.

"Not at all. How would that benefit Jotunnheim itself?" Hyma asked. "No… How about this?" he asked. "Who-ever brings the casket of winthers to this room will be king!"

There was silence, stunned silence. Bylestir was gaping.

"Are you stupid?" Bylestir asked. "The Casket is in Asgards vaults! Asgard!"

Hyma grinned. "It wouldn't be worthwhile if it was an easy task now would it?" he asked.

The clan leaders all looked at each other, then started to nod in agreement and murmur.

A very old female Jotunn, the oldest Jotunn in the room nodded. "It makes sense." she stated. "The casket of winthers was gifted by Jotunnheim itself to the first king! I always sensed that it was the casket itself which left Laufey, for he was unworthy of it!" she stated. "If anyone here is worthy to be king, let the casket choose."

Bylestir barely kept back his own scowl. What a load of utter bull! The casket had been taken by Asgard, as token of war. And was now hidden away in their guarded vaults. It would be impossible for any Jotunn to ever get his or her hands on it. If this was what they decided upon, there would never be another Jotunn king.

But it seemed it was the direction it was going, for the first time since they began. Most seemed to be in agreement.

Jotunns whom realized they would never themselves win the battle of being King. This way they would never have to answer to a king again. Completely neglecting the point of this stupid meeting of clan leaders in the first place.

And finally, an agreement has been reached.

The oldest Jotunn, the old woman nodded. "And thus was have agreed. He or she who brings the casket of winters to this room will be king of Jotunnheim. We all agree?"

And one by one the clan leaders nodded. Bylestir fumed but finally nodded as well. At least this way Hyma wouldn't be king either.

It just meant Bylestir had wasted all this time on bloody nothing.

It was with anger that Bylestir walked to his room, just looking forward to head home. Though as he reached the door, Bylestir halted. A strange energy seemed to come from the door, a pleasant energy. Cooling and nice.

What?

Bylestir hesitated, but finally pushed open the door to look inside.

And there… Right there on the table was. The casket of winthers.

Bylestirs eyes widened, quickly he slipped inside then closed and locked the door behind him. Then wide-eyed looked at the casket in front of him.

It was… Beautiful. And the energy, life giving energey. He could feel it just standing there. Slowly Bylestir took a step, then another one. He halted in front of the casket then slowly reached out a hand, and finally touched it as a familiar deep voice sounded in his head.

"I know this in no way can make up for the harm Asgard has done to Jotunnheim. But at least it's a start."

Thor looked down at Bylestir whom was touching the casket with closed eyes, he swallowed. What was Bylestir going to say. Was he going to be angry with thim.

Then Bylestir opened his eyes. "The casket was in Odins vault, wasn't it?" he asked.

Thor swallowed then nodded. "Aye, I took it without his permission." he admitted.

"You are no ordinary Asgardian, are you?" Bylestir asked. "A normal citizen wouldn't be allowed use of the bifrost bridge so frivioulesly, and certainly he wouldn't be able to just walk into the vault." he stated as his eyes narrowed. "Odinson."

Thor shivered, then he swallowed. "Aye…" he stated. "I'm Thor Odinson." he finally admitted.

"You brought death and destruction to my realm." Bylestir sneered.

"Aye." Thor breathed.

"Your brother killed my father. And then unleashed a devastating attack on Jotunnheim itself! Destroying our realm." Bylestir stated.

"Aye…" Thor admitted.

"Your brother. Loki Odison… or Loptr Laufyson, his first name." Bylestir commented. "So that's why. Revenge, my father left Loptr to die the day he was born. He had his revenge, a life for a life."

"I suppose so." Thor replied in a sad tone. "Will you… Take the casket?" he asked.

Bylestir huffed as he put his hands on the casket. "Loptr was right to search revenge upon the man who left him to die. But he had no right attacking Jotunnheim itself, or it citizens. You Thor Odinson, had no right!" he stated. "We had done nothing to you. And you killed my people in cold blood!"

Thor squinted his eyes. "Aye." he stated in a shiver. "I'm sorry. I was wrong… I was so wrong."

"You cannot buy my forgiveness with this." Bylestir stated pointing at the casket. "I have not forgiven you Thor Odinson!"

Thors eyes widened.

"How-ever… I have seen what being controlled by hatred." Bylestir stated. "My father, spend his entire life searching revenge. Revenge on Odin. It made him blind to anything else, foolish! He neglected his own people in his lust for revenge. He started a war, left his youngest son to die. Allowed thousands of Jotunn lives to go to waste and for what?!" he asked. "I will not tread the way of my father." Bylestir stated. "I have not forgiven you, Thor Odinson. But I am choosing the well being of my people over my hatred of you. That's all there is to it."

Thor nodded. "I understand." he said. "You will be a great king. Bylestir."

Bylestir smirked. "Not that I have much of a choice."

Thor sighed. "That makes two of us." he commented.

"Ah yes. The only heir left to Asgards throne." Bylestir nodded. "So someday we might even meet face to face."

"We will." Thor assured. "I will do right by Jotunnheim."

Bylestir shrugged. "We'll see." he stated.

The counsel of Clan leaders were all gaping as Bylestir stood in front of them. His following of Four warriors behind him and the casket of winters in his hands. "I bring you! The casket of winters!" he stated. "Gifted by Jotunnheim itself to the rightful king. What are your response?"

First, the oldest Jotunn in the room. The old woman fell to her knees. "I kneel to you! King Bylestir of Jotunnheim!" she declared.

Then the next came, a warrior leader and he repeated the sentence. "I kneel to you. King Bylestir of Jotunnheim."

And one by one, they all fell to their knees until finally Hyma was the only one left standing.

Hyma looked at Bylestir, meeting his unwavering eyes. Both seemed to stare with an intensity and neither breaking away.

Then finally, Hyma lowered his head and he to fell down on his knee.

"I kneel to you." Hyma spoke with bowed head. "King Bylestir of Jotunnheim."

And then a shout. "Long live the king. Long live the king. LONG LIVE THE KING!"

"Come this way please." Ebony gestured with his hand and Loki glanced up. "Father has a gift for you." he informed.

Loki nodded then walked with Ebony through the hallways, at last Ebony pushed open a door and stood aside.

Loki hesitated, but then finally walked in and halted for there in front of him, was a beautiful armour in Asgardian design.

Green and gold! Lokis favoured colours. A golden helmet with two long horns, just like the ones he had been wearing at formal occasions at Asgard. Loki gasped as he looked at the armour presented to him. It looked like it was made for him and him alone.

Ebony smirked. "We must look good for our great reveal, mustn't we?" he asked. "The time has come. Prince Loki! For you to claim your throne."

Loki stepped forward, he reached out a hand and touched the armor with his fingertips while Ebony grinned.

It was time.