"Now Thor, be still." Frigga asked in a smile. "This is very important."
Thor blinked as he looked up on his mother, he had been placed on a chair, and was obediently sitting like that, his feet dangling down, and his blue eyes wide and confused. He knew something was going on, he had barely even see his own mother the last week, but it was, he was not old enough to understand.
"You are going to meet someone, someone very important!" Frigga smiled warmly. "Someone whom is going to be a huge part of your life."
Clearly her words were far beyond such a small childs understanding, Frigga though smiled as she walked out the room, then came back, holding a small bundle. "Thor." she smiled warmly. "Say hallo to Loki, your little brother!"
Thor blinked. "Little..." he squinted his eyes. "Brother?" he asked.
Frigga nodded as she sat down holding the little baby so Thor wide-eyed could see the small face of a sleeping baby.
"Huh?" Thor blinked.
"This is Loki, Thor." Frigga smiled amused.
Thors head titled as he wondering looked at the sleeping baby. "You should send him back, he doesn't seem to be working." Thor pointed out and Frigga chuckled amused.
"He's sleeping, Thor." Frigga informed. "And he's just a baby right now. But he'll grow, and one day you will love him."
"I don't know..." Thor hesitated.
"Thor, listen." Frigga smiled as she sat down beside him, holding the baby. "Loki… Is not quite like you. You are very strong, he though… Is very weak. And because of that, he will need your protection."
Thors eyes widened and he looked at the baby again, which true enough still looked small, even for a week old baby. "What's wrong with him?" he asked.
"Nothing is wrong with him." Frigga assured. "He is just not as strong as you."
"Huh." Thor frowned, the wheels in his head turning.
Frigga smiled amused. "Protect him, Thor." she asked. "Look out for him. He will need you."
Thor gaped then he smiled. "Yes mother!" he stated, proud to be handed such a huge responsibility, to protect this little…. Weird thing.
Soon after Lokis official naming ceremony was to be held, the lie was spread, that Loki was absolutely Friggas and Odin. No one really dared to question it, even though no one had seen Frigga being pregnant.
If someone asked, she just said she had used an illusion to keep it a secret from the frost giants, which people accepted.
The naming ceremony of the royals was a special affair, not only would their names be edged into the stones of Valhalla, but the mystic woman of the realm, the Volva would read the child's future and inform the people which power he possessed, what kind of god he was.
Odin admitted, he could not help but feel nervous as the volva picked up the child, her eyes that could see the tapestry of fate looking at the sleeping baby.
He remembered what a fuzz Thor had made doing his ceremony, the volva had barely been able to hold him while the baby protested. Loki though was laying still, like he often would.
What if she couldn't name him a god? He was a frost giant, what if the volva rejected him?
She looked at the child then her eyes widened and Odin felt dread filling his soul.
"This child..." The volva gasped then she looked up. "He could be the ruin of Asgard."
That was not what Odin wished to hear, it was far worse than just being rejected. "What?" he asked. "What do you mean."
"I see…. Flames. Ragnarok… caused by this child." The Volva gasped. "But also… The peoples salvation, also rest with this child." wide-eyed she looked up. "I don't understand. Both the destruction of Asgard and the salvation of Asgard… Rests within this child."
Odin frowned annoyed. "Well which one is it?" he asked.
"I don't know." The Volva admitted. "His fate is… like a tangled web. Impossible to see through, he is unpredictable." she stated as she held him up. "Oh I see now."
"What?" Odin asked.
"The god of mischief." The Volva gasped. "I am holding in my hands… The god of mischief."
Odin blinked confused… Mischief? That didn't sound..
"Oh how wonderful!" Frigga chimed in. "He truly is a god, a royal of Asgard." she smiled warmly.
Odin looked at his wife, her face was only filled with happiness and relief. Then he turned back to the child still in the Volvas arms.
"Mischief?" Odin asked. "What does that mean?" he asked.
"Deception, that will be his strongest gift." The volva informed. "He shall be able to spin events and people a like, to suite his own goals. He shall be mischievous indeed, full of trickery and deception."
Odin had no idea what to think of any of it, of all the things the volva could have named the little baby, this was not something he knew what to think about.
"Oh a rascal then." Frigga smiled finally taking the baby back. "Better be careful Odin, he may color your beard green."
"If he does, the punishment shall be severe." Odin replied, not to amused by such an idea. Then turned back to the Volva, speaking quietly so no one else could hear. "So… he is indeed a god?" he asked.
The volva nodded. "He is indeed. You made him as such, didn't you?" she asked.
Odins eyes widened.
"I see the tapestry of fate." The volva reminded Odin. "It was indeed fate, that made you stumble upon him at Jotunheim. But it was your choice whether you would pick him up or not. Now though, the fate has been sealed." she stated.
Odins frown was stern. "What kind of fate?" he asked.
"I told you, his fate is like a tangled web. It is impossible to see clearly." The volva informed. "How-ever… The things I do see." she closed her eyes. "You wish to know about the frost giants of Jotunheim? Yes… He will be the one to end the conflict. For good."
"Truly?" Odin asked, then he smiled. "What wonderful news that is."
The volva opened her eyes, she did not look as pleased as Odin did, but he was past asking her anymore questions as he turned to the little one. "You shall bring peace between our realms, how wonderful." he smiled proudly picking up the baby. "But first you must grow. Loki… My son. God of Mischief."
And Frigga smiled happily, but not offering the volva a second look as the old woman slinked away darkly looking at the baby.