Kapitel 70: Chapter: 70
Chapter: 70
"Hahaha! Serves the old bastard right for lying to all of us all these years!" Loki said as he finally stood up gleefully. He had been listening in on Heimdall's story the entire time—from down on the floor.
"Loki, that's your father you're talking about..." Frigga scolded him. She looked a bit conflicted, however.
"And that's your husband... or is he? How do you even know he didn't implant that memory falsely as well?" Loki sniped back. "Is anything real anymore!?" He screamed loudly towards the ceiling.
"My love for you as my son is real..." Frigga said quietly. Awe… she hit me right in the feels with that one. I was jealous of Loki as I technically didn't even have a mom. I would have run over and given her a hug, but I was busy comforting Sif at the moment, who was currently mentally checked out from Heimdall's revelations.
"He hid my true parentage from me! I'm not even his son and I'm not even yours! I know the truth! I'm a frost giant runt! I'm the son of Laufey!"
"That man was never your father!" Frigga shouted back. "He abandoned you at birth and left you to die. And I have always been your mother!" Frigga finished with tears in her eyes.
"Not cool, Loki!" I shouted out. "You're lucky to have such an amazing mother, and only a true scumbag would make such a wonderful woman cry." I yelled out to him. "Apologize to her or I'll kick you in the balls again!" I threatened Loki, who flinched at my declaration. Next to me, Sif, who had been going through an existential crisis, questioning everything she knew, started giggling from my threats to the prince.
"Yeah, so what if your dad was a dick. Join the club! You think these wings are black for the LOLs?" Azazel asked as his twelve wings manifested behind him and a powerful magical pressure fell over the room. I felt myself sweating at the insane display of power he was putting off. This was the power of a twelve-winged Fallen!? Why was it so much stronger than me!? Wasn't I at the peak of high class!?
[Wait, Host, don't!]
[Azazel -Leader of the Grigori- Level 85. ???]
I used observe on Azazel and felt my jaw almost drop. WTF!? He was level how much!? And here I am sitting at level 8 thinking I was hot shit for reaching the peak of high class… What was with this gap!?
[The difference between high class and mid class was never that high. Ultimate class and higher is a bigger story though. And that's just a ten-winged angel. Twelve wings are a whole different kind of beast altogether. You should ask your brother and sister later about the true power levels of such beings. Also, I told you to wait because Azazel detected your observe.]
...fuck. Azazel turned to me and gave me a puzzled look and a weirdly proud grin before he turned back towards Loki and Frigga. I knew I was going to have to answer some questions about what I just did to him later…
"Your mother was correct, brat. Laufey was never your father. First of all, I know Frost Giants are technically genderless shape-shifters, but Laufey preferred to be a woman… Laufey was your mom!" He said with a laugh. Now that Azazel mentioned it, in mythology, that was what Laufey was supposed to be. Kind of weird that the MCU decided to gender swap him–er–her.
"Liar! I am no sniveling woman!" I felt the temperature in the room drop before a wave of ice surged forward from the entrance of the throne room where the doors were. The wave of frost smashed into Azazel and completely froze him solid!
"Azazel!" Penemue screamed in outrage before spinning around and glaring at who dared to attack our faction leader! Faster than I could see she had manifested a light Spear and hurled it forward. To my surprise a wall of solid ice formed in its path and the spear was actually halted on contact. Seeing her lightning fast retaliation failed Penemue, rapidly flew over towards me and stood in front of me protectively. I felt my pride take a hit that she thought I needed her protection, but at the same time someone had managed to land a successful sneak attack against Azazel.
[Unless he let the attack hit him on purpose just so he could be all edgy and dramatic later and say something like–'That was chilly'–as he emerges from the ice unscathed.]
'That was true as well…'
A small group of Frost Giants lumbered into the room. In their hands was a recognizable casket.
"The Casket of Ancient Winters!" Frigga exclaimed upon seeing the greatest relic of the Frost Giants returned to them.
Laufey had a glare on his blue tattooed face as he looked towards us all. "That puny Angel lies!" He glared at the frozen Azazel. "I am no woman! I am Laufey, King of the Frost Giants." He declared proudly.
Next to me, Sif snapped out of her funk and stood up suddenly battle-ready. A sword materialized in her hands as she rushed forward and stood in front of the queen protectively. "Not another step forward, monsters. Asgard will not fall to you all today." Sif said as she brandished the weapon at the oversize blue man group.
"Hah, I'm afraid Asgard has already fallen this day. I was wrong to cast you out so quickly, my son." Laufey praised Loki, who suddenly was sporting a look of dread. "You know, I half thought it was a trap; you came to Jotunheim and stood before me, claiming you desired vengeance upon Odin. I did not believe you. And yet, when we snuck into the palace, there was not a single guard anywhere to be seen. Even then, I was weary. And then we snuck all the way into the Allfather's place of rest... and we slew him where he slept!" Laufey declared as the other Frost Giants cheered.
"Odin is dead!" One giant cheered behind Laufey.
""Vengeance for Jotunheim at last!"" The other two joined in.
Oh fuck… I had severely messed up the timeline hadn't I? Loki was supposed to arrive at the last second and save Odin from being killed by Laufey. Instead, Loki had been busy confronting us and had spent the last few minutes rolling on the ground in agony. And then, Frigga, sensing our arrival, came to see what was happening in the throne room. Odin was left completely alone in his chambers and now he was dead.
[Welp… that's unfortunate. Also called it–]
'Huh?'
The ice that had engulfed Azazel began to crack all over. A few seconds later, it shattered as Azazel spread his wings. "Man, that was a bit chilly," he said nonchalantly as he brushed off some leftover ice shards on his shoulders. He was hit by a weapon that could freeze entire continents and emerged completely unscathed. Damn, that was OP…
Laufey looked shocked that someone managed to survive his surprise attack with their race's WMD Casket. "We have achieved a great victory today. We will retreat for now." The group of Frost Giants with him all grabbed onto the casket, and an instant later, they had all vanished in a flash of blue light. They were able to easily teleport right through the wards of Asgard and escape.
"The Allfather is dead!? Where did they go!?" Sif exclaimed as she left the queen's side and ran forward to the spot where the Frost Giants disappeared from.
Frigga just stood there stunned at the revelation that her husband was dead. Loki looked the same. This was all his fault after all—mostly. 'Who even knows? All I know is that it wasn't MY fault. How was I supposed to remember that Laufey was supposed to be here!?'
[Thor's gonna be bummed you let his dad die…]
'…Fuck.'
"The Casket grants them the power to always teleport wherever there is winter. Even the strongest wards cannot hold it back. They've returned back to Jotunheim... for now," Heimdall exclaimed as his eyes glowed and he stared off towards the distance for a moment. "We have bigger issues right now, however… With the Allfather dead, Asgard is weak, and it won't take long before…"
"Well now, are you all here to greet me? I'm flattered." A new voice called out into the throne room. A shadow manifested in the middle of the hall before it morphed into the form of a tall and beautiful woman.
'Double fuck…'
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