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Odin looked around at the once beautiful landscape now ravaged by war. The æsir had won the war against Jötunheim and now came the time to claim spoils.
Odin was searching a large hall for weapons to gift his new born son when he caught sight of a small bundle placed upon a pedestal.
He walked up to the bundle and peeled back a layer of blanket. He was startled to see that it was a small Jötun child. He reached out to touch the child but froze when he heard an animalistic growl.
“Don’t you dare touch him.” Growled a voice from only inches away.
Odin looked up to see a pair of crimson eyes glaring at him. He took a step back in order to get a better look at his attacker.
“Ahhh Fárbauti I was wondering where you would turn up. Would I be right in assuming that this is your babe?”
“Yes, and I would thank you for staying the hell away from him.” Fárbauti spat through clenched teeth.
“Calm down love, I wish to discuss matters with the Allfather, not engage in battle with him.” Laufey said as he crossed the room.
“What matters do you wish to discuss Laufey King?” asked Odin in a voice that resonated with power.
“I would discus with you the casket of ancient winters. I know you wish to take it with you as insurance against an attack, but the casket is not only a weapon, it is the lifeblood of our civilisation. Without it our already war crippled realm will decay into nothing and our people will starve. I would request that you leave the casket with me.” Replied Laufey as he stared unwaveringly into Odin’s eye.
“I cannot do that. Your word is not enough to assure me that this war will not be repeated. If you could give me something that would hold you to your word or convince me that no harm would come to Asgard if you possessed the casket I may consider it.”
“I will give you Loki, my son.” Laufey said with a gesture to the infant that Fárbauti had scooped into his arms.
“What use would I have for a Jötun runt?”
“Be careful of what you say Allfather, that is my son and a prince of Jötunheim.” Laufey growled. “I propose we unite our realms with a marriage.”
“I will not force my son into a loveless political marriage.” Odin rumbled, repulsed at the idea of hurting his child that way and dreading the thought of Frigga’s wrath if he were to go through with it.
“And nor will I, if we have them spend every summer together in your kingdom who is to say they won’t fall for each other of their own accord.”
Odin sighed and rubbed his forehead, it was a good idea.
“I can see no harm in it.” Odin finally replied. “I will send for you and Loki on the summer of my son’s 6th year.”
Laufey nodded his head once then turned to leave, dragging Fárbauti along behind him without further conversation with the Allfather.