Chapter 189: Chapter 182
"It's really curious. I'm looking forward to meeting him."
"Uh-huh."
Odin didn't respond further. After a moment of silence, his gaze shifted, and he raised his head to look toward the end of the hall.
Frigga seemed to sense something amiss and followed Odin's line of sight.
From their perspective, the grand hall's luxurious decorations faded away, replaced by another vision—another world. That world was the Kingdom of Jotunheim, the land of the Frost Giants.
Historically, during a great battle with Asgard, the Frost Giants were nearly annihilated. Their clan was crippled, and Jotunheim fell under Asgard's rule. To maintain peace, a non-aggression treaty was signed.
But at this very moment, Thor, Loki, Sif, and the three warriors of Asgard were fighting in Jotunheim. They were stirring up chaos and being relentlessly pursued by the Frost Giants.
Odin shook his head at the sight. Though he had foreseen this reckless act long ago, it still filled him with frustration.
"Thor shows no sign of maturity after all these years," Odin said, his tone heavy with disappointment.
Frigga sighed helplessly. "Thor is indeed too impulsive."
"There is no time for him to grow up slowly, Frigga," Odin replied.
He stood, gripping the eternal spear Gungnir, and knocked it firmly against the ground. A flash of lightning illuminated his single eye, and thunder echoed through the hall.
A beam of light enveloped him, and with the rumble of thunder, Odin vanished, leaving Frigga to silently watch her husband depart for Jotunheim. She sighed softly and turned to leave the hall.
In Jotunheim, the land was perpetually harsh and unforgiving. The bitter cold and relentless frost made the world bleak and sunless. Raging winds carried heavy snow, shrouding the land in gloom. Towering glaciers stretched endlessly across dangerous terrain.
Yet, in this merciless environment, the Frost Giants thrived. They were enormous, physically resilient beings immune to the cold and skilled in frost magic.
Their king, Laufey, was a figure of unparalleled power, wielding the Casket of Ancient Winters, an artifact capable of freezing entire planets. Once, Laufey and his people had clashed with Odin's forces in a devastating war for resources and territory.
Countless Asgardian warriors fell in that war. Ultimately, Odin triumphed, claiming the Casket as a trophy and leaving Laufey grievously injured, his power diminished. With Jotunheim under Asgardian rule, the Frost Giants had retreated, nursing their wounds and plotting revenge.
For centuries, no one dared to trespass into their icy realm. But today, a group of Asgardians had crossed the line, reigniting their fury.
On a snow-covered expanse, with thick flakes swirling from the sky, Thor, clad in gleaming armor and a red cape, led his companions in a desperate retreat. With him were his younger brother Loki, Sif, and the three warriors of Asgard.
Behind them, a horde of towering Frost Giants pursued relentlessly. In their icy homeland, the Frost Giants had a natural advantage—they never tired, especially when driven by the prospect of vengeance against Asgardians.
After running for what felt like an eternity, Thor and his companions found themselves at a dead end. They had reached the edge of a towering cliff.
Behind them, the Frost Giants closed in, their enormous frames blocking any escape. Their ferocious eyes glinted with murderous intent, their hands itching to tear the intruders limb from limb and display their severed heads on Jotunheim's icy peaks as trophies of vengeance.
But they held back.
Their king, Laufey, stepped forward. His imposing figure and cold, calculating gaze froze even the most foolhardy Asgardian in place.
Compared to the other towering Frost Giants, Laufey appeared smaller, standing only two meters tall. His dark gray skin seemed to absorb the dim light, and his narrow eyes burned with scarlet pupils that radiated cold malice.
Laufey stood at the forefront of the Frost Giants, his imposing presence commanding silence. He gazed coldly at Thor and the others, surrounded and seemingly out of options. His voice, low and emotionless, echoed across the icy expanse.
"Asgardians, you have violated the agreement. You ignored my warnings and have provoked this war. For that, you will pay the price."
A thunderous roar erupted from the edge of the cliff. From below, a massive Frost Beast leapt into view, its terrifying form cutting off any hope of retreat. The creature's icy breath misted the air as it hungrily eyed the intruders.
Young Thor glanced back at the beast, then turned his gaze to his companions and his visibly uneasy brother. Despite the precarious situation, Thor failed to recognize the gravity of his actions. In his mind, this was merely a minor misstep, one that could be corrected by brute force.
Reckless as ever, Thor raised his hammer, preparing to charge at the Frost Giant King. But before he could act, Loki reached out and grabbed his arm, hissing urgently, "That's enough, Thor! We can't bear the responsibility for starting an ancient war without authorization."
Loki then turned to Laufey, his tone sharp yet diplomatic. "We are willing to accept your forgiveness."
Laufey's expression remained impassive, but his voice carried an edge of disdain. "It is too late. You have trespassed into Jotunheim, violated our agreement, and disregarded my warnings, Asgardians."
Forgiveness was not an option. Even in Jotunheim's weakened state, Laufey could not allow this affront to stand. For the Frost Giants, this was more than an intrusion; it was a humiliation, an open mockery of their honor and sovereignty. Laufey would not let it go unpunished.
With a sweeping motion of his hand, Laufey signaled his warriors forward. The Frost Giants stepped up, their massive forms looming over Thor and his companions, ready to rip them apart.
Realizing there would be no peaceful resolution, Thor and his group abandoned all hope of negotiation. They prepared to fight to the bitter end, their weapons raised in defiance.
But just as the clash seemed inevitable—
Boom!!
From the sky, a brilliant, multicolored beam of light pierced through the thick clouds, crashing into the icy terrain behind Thor and the others. The air crackled with energy as the ground trembled beneath their feet.
A deep, commanding voice resounded across Jotunheim: "Enough!!!"
As the dazzling light faded, Odin emerged. Clad in golden armor, wielding the eternal spear Gungnir, and astride his eight-legged steed Sleipnir, the All-Father's presence was both regal and terrifying. His single eye locked onto Laufey with an intensity that silenced the Frost Giant King's defiance.
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