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The god of what????
Odin and Frigga rarely enjoyed entertaining the dwarves of Nidavellir, but it was important to keep them sweet.
For one thing, they were far too big to feast comfortably inside the palace of Asgard. The roof may have stretched far above their heads, yes, but once they had a horn or two of mead inside of them they became boisterous. Things got broken. Important things like pillars and walls. Then there was the problem of the furniture and cutlery being too small for them, so chairs, plates, forks, cups all had to be specially made and then stored away in a gigantic hall until the next year. And let's not mention the issue with the toilets. All in all, they were too sombre when sober, too rowdy when tipsy, whinged that they were not been given large enough portions sizes, and were just very difficult to please.
But it had to be done.
That year Eitri was being particularity galling because according to him the Aesir soldiers who were stationed at the forge had been stealing small nuggets of gold and he wanted to know what Odin was going to do about it and what compensation they would receive, while at the same time threatening to break ties with Asgard, etc, etc.
Just when Odin thought that his patience might break one of the doors to the hall banged open, although from their places on their high chairs (literal for Odin and Frigga, they were perched on chairs with extra long legs in order to match the height of the table) they failed to see who had just barged in. For a moment they thought it must have just been the wind, but then when they heard the high pitched scream, a child's attempt at a battle-cry, they could not fail to recognise Thor.
The royal parents sat frozen in mortified horror as their four year old son charged around the table, the sunlight bouncing of his very naked body. He came to a screeching halt besides Eitri and hurled a cooked sausage at the bemused dwarf.
It was an impressive throw as the sausage arched high through the air and bounced off Eitri's nose.
'I'm the god of....SAUSAGES! Thor bellowed at him and ran off again, going the long way around the table, and back out through the door.
Silence sat heavily on them all. Odin was thinking fast. Frigga was hiding a smile behind her hand. The dwarves blinked once, twice, and then burst out laughing so loudly that the walls shook, even Eitri.
'He'll go far one day, that boy,' he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
Odin was fully prepared to take advantage of the merriment.
'Yes, indeed. And he'll always be at your service to protect your people in times of need. After all, we are such good friends.'
The tenuous agreement between the dwarves and the Aesir had been protected, for the time being.
AN: This is so exciting, co authoring a fic with my sister! Seriously, Wikket is a really awesome writer, go go go check out her Stony fics.
By the way, Sis, I did not know what to call this fic, do you have any better ideas? Same goes for the tags, etc.
Thanks for reading!