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"Surely you cannot be serious!?"
The booming voice of the prince of Asgard carried throughout the throne room. The sound of disbelief clear in his tone. When Thor walked into the throne room this did not occur to him to be the reason why he was summoned. The mere idea of it was ludacrise, willingly allowing Frost Giants into Asgard!
"Entirely." Odin replied with a stern voice and an even sterner look in his lone eye as he looked upon his son.
"What has possessed you to believe that this is a sound idea!? You are giving those beasts the opportunity to waltz right into our kingdom to slaughter us!" Thor becoming angrier as he shouted at his father believing that the old king has finally gone mad.
"I am thinking of giving the Jotuns an opportunity of a PEACE!!" The Allfather losing his patience with the Thunderer, "How long have we had this pitiful excuse of a peace treaty with Jotunhiem over these past centuries, hmm? Both sides are wary over the other, untrusting and waiting for who will strike the first blow and start another war. It is also of no secret that since The Great War with Jotunhiem, when we took their source of power the Casket, they have slowly eroded from their former glory. How can we claim to be protectors of the Nine Realms if we allow one to slowly decay?" The Allfather trying to get his son to see logic but all in vain.
Thor simply glared at his father thinking him a fool, "It is what they deserve! And what does it matter if a realm full of monsters is ride of? We would be doing the rest of the realms a favor for eradicating those filthy beats!"
Odin sighs, already exhausted from the arguement. "Then we would be no better then their old way of thinking. They have grown in mind and have come before me also seeking something long lasting. It is done you cannot change my mind, in a weeks time we will have twenty five Jotuns coming in order to rebuild parts of the kingdom and will be treated as guests. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Father." Said through clenched teeth.
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Meanwhile, in the icey tundra of Jotunhiem, a Jotun much smaller than an average giant barely reaching the waist is in the throne room speaking with his father King Laufey.
"Everything is set in motion and preperation are being made for our journey to Asgard."
King Laufey looks upon his youngest with pride. "My son, all this was possible because of that silvertongue that you wield so well. You have my thanks." Bowing his head is gratitude.
"Please Dam there is no need for you to thank me. As a prince of Jotunhiem I put the needs of my people above all things and what we need is the Casket to be returned. I may not have been able to have gotten it but now we at least have a chance to prove that our intentions are good and build a mutual trust with the asgardians that will lead up to us gaining back the Casket." The little prince's eyes full of hopfulness.
"Yes, let us pray the Norns that my past foolishness will not prevent us from being able to rebuild a future for our people. And I trust that you will proceed with caution, Loki. I would not know what to do if I lost my snowflake." Laufey says full of worry of an overprotective parent. He has always been so towards Loki because of his size ever since his birth Laufey known that a runt would have trouble living among giants. But because of Loki's extraordinary gift with seidr, what he lacks in size he more than makes up for with his magic.
Loki looks fondly upon his Dam "Do not worry, the Allfather has given me his word that not one of us will be harmed and shall be treated as guests in his kingdom." Trying to sooth King Laufey's worries.
"It will be a struggle to be so far from you and I'm sorry your brothers can't journey along with you for I need their help here." Laufey looking forlorn again.
"I understand Dam, but I will have Mal with me so I won't be lonely." Loki reminds his Dam.
"Then I guess I can rest easy knowing that Mal will be there to look after you and to make sure that mouth of yours keeps you out of trouble." The king chuckles.
"Then you should also rest easy knowing that this is the same mouth that gets me out of trouble." Loki responds with equal amusment, "Isn't that right Mal?"
Another small giant emerges from the shadows bowing before the royal family. "Of course Prince Loki, no one is as impressive word weaver than our Jewel of Jotunhiem." Turning to King Laufey, "Do not worry your majesty, I shall be by Prince Loki's side as I've always have. You have my word that no harm shall come upon Loki."
"I'm grateful for your service and loyalty to my youngest, Mal." Pleased that Loki has other means of protection in the land of Asgard, King Laufey dismisses Loki and Mal to continue to prepare for the journey thinking that the only thing left to do now is to hope everything plays out for the best.