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Kæru Dagbók,
Just now Father looked brighter than usual. I heard him tell Mother that he had travelled to Jotunheim with some of the Vanir, and somehow they had come up with some sort of agreement. So now the threat of the Jotunheim's attack is no more. And Father still possesses the Casket of Ancient Winters. The thing that the Jotunns are so keen in getting their giant blue hands on. That's what it is called. I saw it once in the weapons vault a long time ago. It's a glowing blue box. Thor and I are forbidden from entering the vault without Father. It's not like I would ever want to step in there again. I do not like being in the company of weapons and relics that have killed and murdered thousands. How eerie.
Father said something about the frost giants being pathetic and so impulsive to have accepted their terms so easily. Then he announced there would be a feast in Valhalla right that evening.
I thought that was quite impulsive of him actually. But of course I didn't tell him that.
The hall was very crowded with Asgardians I have never met and don't even know exist. It irks me that these strangers know who I am. A few call me by my name, most call me Odinson or 'Prince' or just refer to me as 'Thor's brother'. Not many are interested in talking to me, and I do not mind that at all. Those who actually bother conversing with me usually ask about Thor or Father. I'm not overly fond of feasts. Usually I hide behind that massive pillar in the far end of the hall and observe what everyone is doing. But just now I felt particularly bored and practiced levitating food off the tables. The reaction I got was hilarious! I was laughing so hard I didn't notice Heimdall standing behind me. I hadn't expected him to be there, Heimdall rarely attends feasts. He told me off, but I swear I saw a hint of amusement on his ever-stoic face. I find it very difficult to read through that solemn mask he wears all the time. I'm usually more perceptive than others when it comes to reading people's expressions, but Heimdall escapes me.
Mother says I'm too young to drink mead, but I managed to take a quick sip of some just now. I've decided that I do not like it. Such strange things old people find delightful.
Thor usually sees feasts and celebrations as a chance to flirt with naïve girls. And they usually play along, giggling and blushing like the fools they are. Thor convinced me to try once, but I only scared the girl and she ran off wailing. But Thor wasn't doing any that today, and he was sitting with Sif. Ah yes, Sif. Sif was there too. I saw her sitting beside Thor and she gave me the faintest of smiles when I waved at her. Thor thought I was waving at him and waved back, grinning like a jackal. Oaf.
Vinur þinn,
Loki Odinson