Chapter 85: Night Talk in the Golden Palace Hides Secrets, goddess queens Clash Amidst Undercurrents
"Uh, Father King."
Arthas scratched his head, pointing to the goddess beside him who, even without speaking, exuded endless charm.
"This is my birth mother, Aphrodite."
"I think she'll be staying in Asgard from now on, since Olympus is still rebuilding."
As Arthas spoke, he secretly observed Odin's expression, feeling a little hesitant.
After all, while he was curious about the grudges and affections of the older generation, as a junior, he didn't dare to inquire casually.
Odin sat on his high throne, his single eye slowly turning, finally settling on Aphrodite's face.
There was no awkwardness or rekindled spark of old flames as imagined; his eyes held more of a calm and release, tempered by years of experience.
Those past stirrings, those unspoken affections, had long since been scattered by the wind and washed away by the rain over these long millennia, becoming a yellowed old photograph in the corner of his memory.
Seeing her again now, besides sighing at the passage of time, there was more of the sentiment of old friends reuniting.
"Aphrodite…"
Odin's voice was deep and resonant, like the echoing of an ancient bell.
"Welcome home."
Aphrodite smiled slightly, a smile that lacked the resolute determination she showed against Dark Zeus, or the doting affection she showed her son, but rather a composed and elegant grace.
She performed a standard ancient Greek divine salute to Odin, her movements fluid and flawless.
"His Majesty Odin, long time no see."
"That agreement from back then, you've fulfilled it very well."
Upon hearing this, Arthas's ears instantly perked up, his gossip-loving soul burning brightly.
An agreement? What agreement? Was there really some unspeakable secret back then?
Just as he was about to ask for details, his mouth was only half-open when a fair, jade-like hand gently covered it.
Aphrodite turned her head, looking at her son's eager-to-learn expression, a hint of helplessness and doting flashing in her eyes.
"Some things, little children don't need to know too clearly."
Her voice was as soft as cotton candy, but her attitude was undeniably firm.
Odin also coughed twice at the opportune moment, covering up his momentary awkwardness.
"Ahem, Little Wen, there are indeed some hidden reasons here that aren't suitable for discussion in this setting."
"We'll talk about it slowly when there's an opportunity, or when you're a bit older."
Arthas pouted. Although his heart felt like it was being scratched by cat claws, he knew that the current situation was indeed not suitable for digging deeper.
"Alright, alright, always 'talk about it when I'm older'."
"I'm already this old, what could I possibly not be able to hear?"
Aphrodite gently stroked his head, as if comforting a ruffled kitten.
"We'll talk tonight, okay?"
Looking at his mother's gentle eyes, Arthas instantly lost his temper and could only obediently nod.
"Okay, I'll listen to Mom."
After this small interlude, Odin regained his divine king's majesty and began to deal with official matters.
He glanced at the group of goddesses standing behind Arthas. Although he still felt a slight headache over Asgard's sudden "population boom," he was more focused on future plans.
"Since everyone has decided to merge into Asgard, we are now one family."
"However, as Arthas said, Olympus has just experienced a great calamity, and everything needs to be rebuilt."
"Although it has been purified, the buildings are severely damaged, and the defense system is basically paralyzed."
Odin pondered for a moment, his finger tapping lightly on the armrest of the throne.
"My suggestion is for all of you goddesses to first settle down in Asgard."
"Although the Golden Palace is not as vast as Mount Olympus, there are still many vacant palaces, enough for everyone to settle down."
"As for Olympus…"
Odin looked at Hera, his tone carrying a magnanimous air of taking charge.
"I will immediately arrange for Heimdall to dispatch the best craftsmen, bringing Asgard's unique Uru metal and magic stone materials, to go there for repair work."
"At the same time, I will also send an elite Valkyrie squad and Asgardian guards to be stationed there, to ensure that no petty individuals cause trouble during the reconstruction period."
"Madam Hera, what do you think?"
Hera's eyes flashed with satisfaction after hearing Odin's arrangements.
Although the King of Asgard usually seemed a bit rough, he was indeed thoughtful and generous in his dealings.
Not only did he solve their immediate housing problem, but he also proactively took on the reconstruction and security of Olympus, which undoubtedly showed them the greatest respect and support.
"His Majesty Odin's arrangements are very appropriate; we have no objections."
Hera nodded slightly, her tone carrying a hint of respect.
"Then many thanks for His Majesty Odin's generosity."
"Once Olympus is rebuilt, we will certainly invite His Majesty to be our guest."
Athena, Artemis, and the other goddesses also nodded in agreement.
For them now, having a safe, stable, and benevolent place to rest and recuperate was indeed the best possible outcome.
Moreover, Arthas was here, and for them, any place with Arthas was a true "safe house."
"Then it's settled."
Odin waved his hand, making the final decision.
"Arthas, since you brought everyone back, settling them in is up to you."
"Take all the goddesses to your palace and let them stay there."
"After all, your palace is the largest apart from the Golden Palace's main hall, and there are plenty of rooms, more than enough for everyone."
"And you young people will have more in common when you're together."
Odin's words were grand and proper, but Arthas always felt a cunning glint in his father's single eye, as if he was cleverly passing off a problem.
However, Arthas was more than happy to oblige; being able to live with so many beautiful sisters and aunts was a dream come true for many.
"No problem, leave it to me!"
Arthas patted his chest, guaranteeing with a smile as bright as a blooming sunflower.
"Sisters and aunts, follow me."
"My palace is really big, and the scenery is super good, you can even see a panoramic view of the entire Asgard."
"I'll take you to pick rooms, stay wherever you want!"
Watching Arthas's overjoyed expression, Odin's lips curved slightly upwards, revealing a benevolent smile like that of an old father.
"Go on, go on, don't bother me here."
"This old man still has a pile of state affairs to handle."
Arthas made a face at Odin, then beckoned to the large group of goddesses, and they grandly departed the meeting hall.
Frigga also stood up, smiling gently at Odin.
"Then I'll go see the children too."
"Sister Aphrodite just arrived, I need to help her get some things."
Odin nodded, watching his wife leave.
It wasn't until everyone had left through the grand doors that the previously bustling meeting hall became quiet again.
Odin leaned back on his throne, letting out a long sigh.
But this was not a sigh of exhaustion, but one of relief after shedding a heavy burden.
Odin picked up the wine cup beside him and took a small sip. The sweet mead flowed down his throat, warming him to his core.
He looked at the empty hall, his mind replaying Arthas's spirited appearance just now, and the powerful group of goddesses behind him, enough to make the entire Universetremble.
"This boy… he's truly becoming harder and harder to fathom."
Odin muttered to himself, his tone carrying a hint of emotion, but more of pride.
"I used to think he was still young, and needed this old man to shield him from the wind and rain."
"Who knew that in the blink of an eye, he has grown to this extent."
"Not only is his strength powerful enough to solo a Divine King, but his charisma is also unparalleled."
"Even an old fossil like Nyx can be swayed by him. If I had half of that ability back then, I wouldn't have…"
At this point, Odin seemed to recall something from the past, shaking his head and chuckling.
"But this is good too."
"With him around, Asgard's future is secure."
"What Ragnarök, what prophecies of destruction."
"As long as this boy is here, I'd like to see who dares to harm Asgard in the slightest."
Odin stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the prosperous and peaceful city of Asgardoutside.
His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing an even more glorious and grand future.
It was a new era, led by Arthas, where all gods were united and all realms were at peace.
"It seems I should also start thinking about retirement."
"Handing this position over to him, I can finally enjoy a few days of leisure."
"Maybe I can even hold a few chubby grandchildren…"
Thinking of this, the wrinkles on Odin's face smoothed out, and he smiled like a child who had received candy.
However, in Arthas's palace, the atmosphere was not as harmonious as Odin had imagined.
It was more like a battlefield without smoke, with undercurrents surging and swords clashing unseen.
The spacious and bright main hall was divided into two distinct areas.
On one side were Frigga and Aphrodite, the "elderly group."
They sat on soft sofas, with exquisite pastries and tea laid out before them.
Frigga held Aphrodite's hand, asking about her well-being with great warmth.
"Sister, the climate in Asgard is relatively dry, not as humid as your Olympus."
"Later, I'll have someone send you some moisturizing essential oils. They're all blended by me, and they work very well."
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Aphrodite nodded with a smile, her eyes inadvertently sizing up Frigga.
"Then thank you, sister."
"Actually, I've long heard that your magical attainments are extremely high, especially this kind of domestic magic, which is truly enviable."
"I'll have to ask you for more advice in the future."
Although they were chatting about domestic matters, as the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite's perception of emotions was sharp to the extreme.
She could clearly feel that when Frigga mentioned Arthas, the light in her eyes was not just a mother's love for her son.
That light was too passionate, too complex, even carrying a hint of... suppressed desire.
Aphrodite's heart stirred slightly.
She was all too familiar with this look.
It was the look of a woman looking at the man she loved.
But... Frigga was Arthas's adoptive mother.
Although there was no blood relation, this was, after all...
Aphrodite lowered her head and took a sip of tea, hiding the flash of surprise and... a hint of inexplicable resonance in her eyes.
"Actually, I'm not much better myself."
Aphrodite gave a bitter smile in her heart.
Recalling her original intention when she gave birth to Arthas, she had looked down on all men back then.
In the end, she had no other choice but to give birth to a perfect child who belonged only to her.
A child who could fully inherit her beauty and become her ideal partner.
Although this thought had now been covered by maternal love, that possessiveness in her subconscious, that urge to keep Arthas for herself, had never truly disappeared.
Especially after that kiss under the Abyss...
Aphrodite felt her cheeks heating up.
She glanced at Frigga and suddenly felt that this "sister" had become much more relatable.
Perhaps they were the same kind of people.
"Sister, I'll have to trouble you to look after Arthas more in the future."
"Even though he looks quite steady now, he's still a child at heart."
Aphrodite said meaningfully, her fingers lightly brushing against the back of Frigga's hand.
Frigga also seemed to notice something; her body stiffened slightly, but she immediately returned to normal.
She held Aphrodite's hand back, her gaze becoming somewhat profound.
"Don't worry, sister. He is my child. No matter what, I will give him the best."
"No matter what he needs, as long as I have it, I will give it to him."
These words were spoken with some weight, as if containing a certain promise, or perhaps hinting at something.
The two women looked at each other, both reading something in the other's eyes that was not meant for outsiders.
Then, they shared a smile, everything understood without words.
"Forget it, let's talk about these things later."
Aphrodite sighed in her heart.
Anyway, the days are long, and in this closed God Realm, some things are bound to happen sooner or later.
On the other side, the "young group's" atmosphere was even more tense.
Diana, Sif, and Brunhilde, the three official wives, were currently sitting side-by-side on another sofa like three door gods.
Their gazes unceremoniously scrutinized the opposing group of Olympus goddesses, including Hera, Athena, and Artemis.
Women's intuition told them that this group of women was definitely dangerous.
Especially that Hera; although she always maintained her poise, the way she looked at Arthas was practically like looking at her own private property.
And that Athena, pretending to be rational and calm, but back in the meeting hall, who was it that said "only follow Arthas's orders" so smoothly?
They weren't here to seek refuge; they were clearly here to steal their man!
Sif was the first to attack. She picked up her teacup, gently blew on the floating leaves, and spoke in a seemingly casual tone that was actually filled with hidden barbs.
"It must have been hard for all you sisters to come from so far away."
"However, now that you're staying in Asgard, there are still some rules to follow."
"After all, this isn't Olympus; some things might be different from your side."
These words were a bit exclusionary, clearly declaring sovereignty.
Hera was no pushover either. Having been the Queen of the Gods for thousands of years, she had seen plenty of this kind of palace drama.
She smiled slightly and put down her teacup, her movements impeccably elegant.
"This sister is right; we understand the principle of 'when in Rome'."
"However, since we've merged into Asgard, we're all one family now."
"Family members shouldn't treat each other like strangers; being too distant would only hurt our feelings."
"Besides, Arthas also said that we should treat this place as our own home and stay however we like."
"I assume, sister, you wouldn't go against Arthas's wishes, would you?"
This move of "using their own spear to strike their own shield" directly choked Sif up.
Bringing up Arthas to pressure others was a checkmate.
Sif gritted her teeth in anger but couldn't easily refute, so she could only glare fiercely at Arthas.
It was all the fault of this playboy; why did he have to bring back so many women for no reason!
Seeing Sif suffer a setback, Diana immediately took over the conversation.
She was Wonder Woman; her words and actions were more direct and carried more weight.
"Your Excellency Hera, you are an elder, and we should naturally respect you."
"But Arthas is already married, after all. I hope some boundaries can be maintained."
"After all, we should avoid suspicious situations; rumors wouldn't be good for anyone's reputation."
Although Diana's words were polite, her meaning was also very clear: You may be elders, but don't use your age as an excuse to have designs on a married man.
Athena analyzed calmly.
"Princess Diana, I know what you're worried about."
"But I think you need to understand one thing."
"We are loyal to Arthas as a person, to his power and his character."
"This loyalty is all-encompassing, including soul and body."
"In the world of gods, power is everything, and the strong possess everything. This is an eternal truth."
"Using mortal moral standards to restrain a God King is inherently narrow-minded."
"Furthermore, if we're really being honest, our relationship with Arthas might be even deeper than you imagine."
Athena's words were like a dimensional strike, directly elevating the issue to the height of divine philosophy.
Moreover, that phrase "deeper than you imagine" left even more to the imagination.
Brunhilde couldn't listen any longer. She slammed her sword onto the table with a sharp "clack."
"Enough with the nonsense."
"If you want to establish yourselves in Asgard, talk alone won't do."
"It depends on whether your fists are hard enough."
"If anyone wants to make a move on Arthas, they'll have to see if the sword in my hand agrees first!"
The Valkyrie's temper was explosive; she was ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.
Artemis was not to be outdone either. She reached for the Silver Bow on her back, her gaze cold.
"Comparing martial force?"
"That's perfect. I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time."
"I've long heard that the Valkyries of Asgard are brave and skilled in battle. I'd like to see for myself."
For a moment, the smell of gunpowder in the hall was so strong it was about to explode.
Both sides were at each other's throats, and it looked like it was about to turn into a full-blown brawl.
Caught in the middle, Arthas was currently sitting on pins and needles, cold sweat pouring down.
He shrank into the corner of the sofa, trying his best to minimize his presence.
This was too terrifying! Is this the legendary shura field? And a god-level shura field at that!
If they really started fighting, would this palace still be standing?
He wanted to say a few words to persuade them, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was glared back by several sharp gazes.
"Shut up!"
Several goddesses shouted almost in unison.
Arthas immediately shut his mouth and made a zipping motion.
He couldn't afford to provoke them, really couldn't.
Arthas's eyes darted around, thinking that this was no place to stay.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best!
He quietly stood up, hunched over, and edged toward the door bit by bit.
As he moved, he had to keep a constant eye on the battle on both sides, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.
Fortunately, the goddesses' attention was currently on each other, and they temporarily had no time to deal with him, the "culprit."
Just as he was about to touch the doorknob, Hera's voice suddenly rang out.
"Arthas, where are you going?"
Arthas's body stiffened. He turned his head mechanically, revealing a smile that looked worse than crying.
"Uh... I'm going to the bathroom."
"Nature calls, hehe."
"To the bathroom?"
Sif looked at him suspiciously.
"Aren't there bathrooms in the palace? Why are you running outside?"
"Ah? Oh... well..."
Arthas's mind raced, his ability to make up lies reaching its peak at this moment.
"That bathroom is clogged! Yes, clogged!"
"I have to go outside to find a place with no people... I mean, find another bathroom."
"And I suddenly remembered, I have some urgent business with Thor and Loki."
"I haven't seen those two boys in a long time; I really miss them."
"You guys keep chatting. Make sure to have a friendly exchange, okay? Don't fight; fighting ruins the harmony!"
Having said that, without waiting for the goddesses to react, he pulled open the door and bolted out.
That speed was practically faster than when he flew using his Divine Power of Light.
Chapter 86: Fatherly Love and Filial Piety, the King of Shifting Blame, Odins Son
Arthas ran far from the palace before stopping, leaning against a wall and panting heavily.
"Phew... that scared me to death."
"It's better to stay out of scenes like that in the future."
"Let them work it out themselves. Anyway, it's all for my own good, so... nobody should die, right?"
Arthas wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly glad he had run fast.
He straightened his clothes, checked his bearings, and headed toward Thor and Loki's quarters.
"It's safer to go drink with my brothers."
"Just in time to brag to them and tell them about my heroic deeds in Olympus."
At the other end of Asgard, Thor and Loki were sparring on the Training Grounds—or rather, Thor was one-sidedly "beating" Loki.
"Hahahaha! Loki, your illusions are useless against me!"
Thor swung Mjolnir, shattering Loki's clones with bolts of lightning.
Though Loki was in a sorry state, his tongue remained sharp.
"Hmph, that's only because you only know how to use brute force, you big ox!"
Just then, a familiar voice called out.
"Yo, quite lively here, isn't it?"
"Mind if I join?"
The two stopped and turned to look.
Arthas stood by the side of the field with a grin, carrying two jugs of fine wine.
"Big brother!"
Thor's eyes lit up. He dropped his hammer and rushed over to give Arthas a bear hug.
"You're finally back! I missed you so much!"
Loki wasn't as enthusiastic, but he tidied his messy hair, walked over, and greeted him: "Big brother."
A hint of hard-to-detect joy flickered in his eyes.
"I missed you guys too."
Arthas patted his two younger brothers on the shoulders, feeling much more at ease.
It was much more comfortable being with brothers; no complicated schemes.
"Come on, let's go drink!"
"We won't stop until we're drunk today!"
Arthas tossed the wine jugs to the two of them with a wave of his hand.
"By the way, I'll tell you how I conquered Olympus."
"And... how I escaped from a group of women's shura field."
Thor and Loki looked at each other, both seeing the fire of gossip in the other's eyes.
"shura field? Big brother, what kind of romantic trouble did you get into this time?"
"Tell us, tell us!"
The three walked toward a distant tavern with their arms around each other's shoulders.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on them, casting three long shadows.
This was the daily life of Asgard: warm, lively, and a little chaotic.
In the tavern, the three found a corner and sat down.
Arthas took a large gulp of wine and recounted what had happened in the palace, adding a bit of exaggeration.
Thor listened dumbfoundedly, even forgetting to eat the chicken leg in his hand.
"So many goddesses? You brought them all back?"
"Big brother, you're too incredible!"
"Old man Odin didn't actually break your legs?"
Loki rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes flashing.
"It seems Asgard is going to be lively from now on."
"With so many powers intertwined, the power structure is bound to change."
"But the fact that you can keep them in check, big brother, is also a skill."
Arthas shook his head with a bitter smile.
"What 'keep them in check'? I was driven out."
"You don't know that atmosphere; it could practically suffocate someone."
"I don't even dare go back now, fearing I'll be cleaved by sword qi the moment I open the door."
Thor laughed loudly, slapping the table.
"What are you afraid of! You're a man, the future king!"
"Show some of your dignity as a man!"
"If it really doesn't work, just have a fight with them. Whoever wins, the others listen to!"
Loki rolled his eyes.
"Do you think everyone is a violent maniac like you?"
"In these matters, you have to use your brain and strategy."
"Alright, alright, stop giving me bad advice."
Arthas waved his hand.
"I won't go back for now. I'll just stay here and chat with you guys for a bit."
Arthas continued telling his stories of Olympus.
Later, Thor had drunk enough to be slurring his words, but he couldn't help asking.
"Big brother, did you really kill Zeus?"
"Of course!"
Arthas let out a wine burp, looking proud.
"One move! Just one move!"
"That whatever Dark Zeus was turned directly into ashes!"
"I'll teach you another day. That move is called... the Cosmic Miracle Ray!"
"Sounds very powerful!"
"You bet!"
The laughter of the three echoed in the tavern for a long time as they toasted each other, talking about cultivation, the future, and topics between men.
The clamor of the tavern became the perfect background music.
Late at night, the starry sky of Asgard was exceptionally bright.
Arthas was slightly tipsy. Looking at his two brothers beside him, his heart was filled with warmth.
Though the world outside was turbulent and the future full of unknowns.
But as long as there was a home, family, and brothers.
There was no obstacle that couldn't be overcome.
"Come, cheers!"
Arthas raised his glass to the stars, to Asgard, and to that unknown future.
"For Asgard!"
"For us!"
"For Asgard!"
Thor and Loki also raised their glasses, clinking them together heavily.
The crisp sound of the clink echoed in the night.
At this moment, they were brothers, comrades-in-arms, and the strongest support of Asgard.
Beneath this peaceful facade, new stories and new legends were quietly brewing.
Arthas's myth had only just begun.
...
After finishing his drinks, Arthas went to the Golden Palace.
When he pushed open the heavy oak door of the side hall of the Golden Palace, the warm candlelight inside made his eyes, which had just adjusted to the darkness, squint slightly.
The room's decor wasn't as magnificent as the main hall, but rather had a cozy sense of privacy.
The fire in the fireplace burned brightly, occasionally making soft crackling sounds.
Odin was sitting in a high-backed chair, holding a cup of steaming tea, staring blankly at the dancing flames.
Aphrodite stood by the window looking out at Asgard, appreciating the current peace.
Seeing Arthas enter, the two turned their heads simultaneously, both showing long-awaited smiles.
"You're back?"
Odin set down his teacup and pointed to an empty chair beside him.
"Sit down. There are indeed some things I should talk to you about properly."
Arthas wasn't polite either, plopping down directly. His body sank into the soft cushions, and he let out a comfortable sigh.
"Speak, speak, I can't wait."
"Back in the meeting hall, Mom's interruption really piqued my curiosity."
As he spoke, he reached for the fruit plate on the table, picked up an apple, and took a large bite.
"What exactly was that agreement back then? And you and Mom... did you two actually do... that?"
While chewing the apple, Arthas didn't forget to wink at Odin. His gossipy look was no different from a woman eavesdropping in the mortal realm.
Odin's old face turned red, and he gave him a sharp glare.
"Eat your apple! Stop prying into your elders' private affairs!"
Aphrodite was much more generous.
"Actually, there's nothing that can't be said."
"Back then... His Majesty Odin did indeed pursue me."
"And he pursued me quite relentlessly."
Hearing this, Arthas's eyes widened instantly, and he forgot to chew the apple in his mouth.
"Wow! Old man, not bad! You actually pursued the Goddess of Beauty!"
"Then what happened? What happened next?"
"Then, of course, he didn't succeed."
Aphrodite smiled at Odin. There was no mockery in her eyes, but rather a hint of nostalgia.
"At that time, I was very proud. How could I look at a'savage' from the northern wilderness?"
"And back then, there wasn't much interaction between Olympus and Asgard."
"So I rejected him quite flatly."
Odin coughed twice from the side, seemingly trying to hide the embarrassment of the past.
"Ahem, yes, yes. Back then, I was indeed a bit... unrefined."
"But that's not the point!"
Odin quickly changed the subject, fearing Arthas would dig deeper.
"The point is what happened afterward."
Odin's expression became serious.
"On the eve of the trouble in Olympus, Aphrodite seemed to have a premonition."
"She contacted me secretly and said she had a bold request."
Arthas stopped joking around and sat up straight, gently placing the half-eaten apple on the table.
He knew that the following words might be the core secret regarding his origins.
Aphrodite took over the conversation, her voice becoming low.
"At that time, I could already sense Zeus's madness and pre-empted that an unavoidable disaster was about to strike."
"I didn't want my child to face such a desperate situation as soon as they were born."
"So I found him and told him about your background. You were created using the Divine Power Seed that Odin left behind when he pursued me, and then I nurtured you alone."
Arthas was a bit dazed, his mind spinning rapidly.
"Wait... a Divine Power Seed?"
"Meaning... I wasn't... born in the traditional way?"
"Correct."
Odin nodded.
"You are a life I created by giving Aphrodite a sliver of energy containing my Divine Essence, and then she used her Divine Authority: Dominion of Love to nurture you alone."
"So, by blood, you only carry Aphrodite's blood."
"But in terms of the source of your power, you indeed inherited my divine power."
"You can be considered my child, or... not."
Arthas was completely stunned.
He had imagined many possibilities, like being an illegitimate son or a one-night stand.
He never expected this one.
It was like someone telling you that your dad is actually your godfather, but he gave you a set of invincible gear, so he counts as your biological father.
This logic... was truly a specialty of the divine realm.
He looked at Odin, then at Aphrodite.
No anger or sadness welled up.
After all, for so many years, he knew better than anyone how Odin and Frigga had treated him.
Whether he was biological or not, what did it matter?
The love they gave him was real.
"Mom... you really know how to play."
Arthas scratched his head and finally squeezed out a complaint.
"To think you gave birth to me all by yourself..."
"If this technique were spread, wouldn't all those who want to be single mothers come to take you as their master?"
Aphrodite was amused by his words and lightly flicked his forehead.
"You brat, what are you saying?"
"That cost me more than half of my divine power."
"Alright, as long as you know about this matter."
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Odin waved his hand, seemingly not wanting to dwell on the topic for too long.
"Since this matter has been brought up, let's strike while the iron is hot."
"There are still some things you ought to know."
Arthas's heart skipped a beat.
"Still more? Old man, don't scare me. I just finished digesting one huge piece of gossip."
Odin ignored his complaint, took a deep breath, and dropped the second bombshell.
"Loki... is actually not my child either."
"Nor was he born to Frigga."
"What?!"
Arthas jumped straight up from his chair.
"Loki isn't even his biological son?"
"Whose is he then?"
"Picked up?"
Odin nodded, his expression somewhat complex.
"He is the biological son of Laufey, the Frost Giant King."
"Back then, when I was campaigning in Jotunheim, after defeating Laufey, I found him in a temple."
"At that time, he was just an infant. Because he was small and thin, he didn't meet the standards for a Frost Giant, so Laufey abandoned him there as a disgrace."
Arthas's mouth dropped open, feeling like his brain wasn't quite enough.
A Frost Giant?
That eternal nemesis who constantly plotted destruction and fought against Asgard for thousands of years?
Loki was actually the son of that kind of monster?
But Loki didn't look like a Frost Giant at all; he was fair-skinned and quite handsome.
"I felt a pang of compassion at the time."
Odin continued speaking.
"I couldn't bear to watch an innocent infant just die like that."
"Moreover... I also thought that if I raised him to adulthood..."
"Perhaps one day, he could become a bridge between Asgard and Jotunheim."
"To resolve the thousand-year-old hatred between our two races."
Arthas covered his head and sat back down in his chair.
"Father King... you really are..."
"Although saving him was not wrong, and it was quite noble."
"But did you ever consider what Loki would think?"
"Did you treat him like a tool? A tool used to enforce peace?"
"Isn't that too unfair to him?"
"He is a person... he is a god; he should have the right to choose."
"Don't you think placing the expectation of being a 'peace bridge' on a child is too heavy a burden?"
Odin was momentarily choked up by his son's rapid-fire questions, his old face flushing slightly.
He knew his thinking back then was somewhat utilitarian and selfish.
But as a God King, he had to consider the future of Asgard.
"I know... this might have been somewhat cruel to him."
"But things have already happened like this."
"And now, you know about it too."
Odin suddenly changed the subject, his eyes turning somewhat sly.
"You are the elder brother, and also my future heir."
"Family conflicts like this should naturally be resolved by you."
"So..."
He pointed at Arthas.
"Loki's matter is now up to you to handle."
"Whether you want to tell him the truth, or continue to keep it a secret, or find a way to resolve the knot in his heart."
"In short, I'm not getting involved; it's entirely handed over to you."
"Me..."
Arthas pointed at his own nose, so angry he almost couldn't catch his breath.
"Old man, you're passing the buck, aren't you? Absolutely passing the buck!"
"The mess you created, why should you throw it to me!"
"How old am I! I still want to play and date!"
"When would I have time to deal with this kind of melodramatic family ethics drama!"
Odin completely ignored his protest, even leisurely taking a sip of tea.
"With great power comes great responsibility, after all."
"I believe you can handle it."
"After all, you are the one who even managed to take down Zeus."
"You..."
Arthas was about to retort when Odin gave him no chance.
"Oh, right, there's one more small matter."
Arthas rolled his eyes and asked weakly.
"Go on, go on. What other'small matter' is there?"
"I'm already numb from the shock anyway; one or two more things won't make a difference."
Odin put down his teacup and cleared his throat.
"Actually... you have another older sister."
"Sister?"
Arthas froze for a moment, then reacted.
"You mean Diana or Hera?"
"I've accepted them already."
"No, not that kind of sister."
Odin shook his head.
"A biological sister, my own daughter, your eldest sister."
This time, Arthas was truly stunned.
A biological sister? Odin actually had a daughter?
Then why had he never seen her? Nor had he heard anyone mention her?
Even Thor and Loki never spoke of this matter.
"Her name is Hela."
Odin slowly uttered a name, a name that seemed to carry a kind of magic, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a few degrees.
"The Goddess of Death, Hela."
"The Goddess of Death?"
Arthas repeated the title, only feeling a chill run down his spine.
That didn't sound like anyone kind.
"Then why have I never seen her?"
"Is she dead?"
"No."
Odin sighed, a trace of pain and helplessness showing in his eyes.
"She is not dead, but I sealed her away."
"Because her ambition was too great."
"Back then, when she and I campaigned across the Nine Realms, she was Asgard's executioner, and also its most powerful warrior."
"But as the war concluded, her desires began to swell."
"She wanted to conquer the entire Universe, to bring deathto every corner."
"She became cruel and bloodthirsty, even attempting to strike at me."
"I had no choice but to stop her."
"That battle... was very tragic."
"In the end, I used all my divine power to seal her in the underworld, in Helheim."
"Her power originates from Asgard; as long as Asgardexists, her power will flow endlessly."
"So, as long as I am alive, the seal can be maintained for one day."
"But..."
Odin glanced at Arthas, his eyes flickering somewhat.
"You know, I am old."
"The seal will loosen one day."
Arthas listened, dumbfounded.
This plot... why did it sound so familiar?
Isn't this the typical drama of 'the old king suppresses the rebellious eldest princess, and when the old king dies, the eldest princess returns for revenge'?
So, his position as the eldest prince was actually a hand-me-down?
And there was such a terrifying elder sister looming over him?
"Um... Father King?"
Arthas swallowed and asked cautiously.
"Then why are you telling me this... what do you mean?"
"Could it be..."
Odin rubbed his hands somewhat awkwardly.
"Since you are handling Loki's affairs..."
"Then I thought... you, as the younger brother, should also care about your eldest sister, right?"
"After all, you are family."
"Hela's matter... is also up to you to handle."
"Whether it's reinforcing the seal, or finding a way to redeem her, or..."
Odin didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.
This was another super huge pot to pass!
"Old man, I've tolerated you for a long time!"
Arthas finally couldn't hold back, jumping up and roaring while pointing at Odin's nose.
"You are trying to ruin me!"
"Loki, fine, at least we can reason with him."
"But that Hela is the Goddess of Death! A lunatic who wants to conquer the Universe!"
"You want me to deal with her? Aren't you afraid she'll tear me apart the moment she sees me?"
"I'm still a child!"
Odin turned his back to Arthas, his shoulders shaking slightly, clearly suppressing a laugh.
"Aiya, don't get so agitated."
"I didn't tell you to handle it right now."
"This is just to give you a psychological preparation."
"Besides, I believe in you. If you can handle Zeus, what is a Hela?"
"What's more, don't you have a group of goddesses behind you now?"
"You can beat her in a group fight too."
Arthas was so angry he rolled his eyes, feeling like he had boarded this old man's pirate ship.
Just as he was about to vent a few more words, a pair of gentle arms embraced him from behind.
Aphrodite rested her chin on his shoulder and softly consoled him.
"Alright, alright, stop being angry."
"Your Father King is entrusting these matters to you because he believes in you."
"And isn't Mom here too?"
"Mom will help you."
Being held by his mother, the anger in Arthas's heart instantly subsided by more than half.
He grumbled a few times, then finally sighed helplessly.
"Fine, fine, consider me unlucky."
"Stuck with such an unreliable dad."
"I'll look into Loki's situation."
"As for that Hela... we'll talk about it later."
"Right now, I just want to go back to sleep!"
Arthas waved his hand, looking mentally exhausted.
Aphrodite smiled, let go of him, and said to Odin.
"Then His Majesty Odin, we will take our leave now."
"You should also rest early. After passing off so many burdens, you must be quite tired too."
This remark carried obvious teasing, making Odin even more embarrassed.
"Cough cough, go, go."
"Be careful on your way."
Arthas supported Aphrodite, and the two walked out of the side hall.
The night outside was already very deep, and a cool breeze blew, dissipating some of the alcohol fumes on Arthas.
"Mom, do you think I owed this old man in a past life?"
Arthas complained as they walked.
"He piles so much stuff on me as soon as I get back."
"I was hoping for a few days of leisure."
Aphrodite linked her arm with his, leaning her head on his shoulder, her voice gentle.
"This is called the capable ones have more work to do."
"And this also shows that your Father King truly values you, regarding you as the real pillar of Asgard."
"But..."
She changed the subject.
"No matter how much trouble comes in the future, Mom will always be with you."
"There is no obstacle that we, mother and son, cannot overcome."
Arthas looked at his mother's gentle profile, feeling warmth in his heart.
Yes, with so many family members by his side, what was there to fear?
Although there were a pile of troubles, it also meant life was full of challenges, right?
"Mmm, you're right."
"Let's go, home to sleep!"
The figures of the two gradually disappeared at the end of the Golden Palace's corridor, leaving only the sound of their warm conversation echoing in the night.
Chapter 87: Goddesses' Night Talk, Spring's Embrace Deepens
Outside the Golden Palace's side hall, the night wind carried a hint of coolness.
Arthas stopped at the hall entrance, turning to look at Aphrodite beside him.
Moonlight spilled onto her face, bathing her already exquisite features in a soft, silvery glow.
"Mom, you've had a long day too. Go back and rest early."
Arthas reached out to gently smooth her wind-tousled hair.
Aphrodite grasped his hand, rubbing it against her cheek, her eyes full of reluctance.
"Mm, you rest early too."
"Don't overthink things. Those troublesome matters can wait until tomorrow."
"Tonight... spend some quality time with your little wives."
She winked meaningfully, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Arthas's old face flushed, and he cleared his throat twice to cover his embarrassment.
"Cough cough, I understand."
"Good night, Mom."
"Good night, my son."
Aphrodite stood on tiptoe, pressed a goodnight kiss on his forehead, then turned and walked towards Arthas's palace.
There, a "good sister" Frigga was still waiting for her.
Arthas watched his mother leave, took a deep breath, and turned to walk in another direction.
That was his Private Chambers' master bedroom, where a warm yellow light was currently shining.
Pushing open the door, a faint, elegant incense wafted towards him.
On the large bed, three graceful figures nestled together, and upon hearing the door open, they all looked up.
Diana was wearing her dark blue backless evening gown, which, though slightly wrinkled, only made her appear more languid.
Sif had changed into a silk nightgown, its slightly open collar revealing a large expanse of fair skin.
Brunhilde was still in her light soft armor, but most of it had been removed, leaving only her close-fitting garments.
"You're back?"
Sif was the first to jump off the bed, her bare feet treading on the soft carpet, pouncing into Arthas's arms like a joyful little bird.
"That old man didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"
Arthas naturally wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned down to peck her lips.
"How could he? Who do you think I am?"
"Even if he wanted to make things difficult, he'd have to see if I'd agree."
He laughed, picking Sif up and walking towards the large bed.
Diana and Brunhilde also sat up straight, their faces adorned with gentle smiles, the unique expression of wives awaiting their husband's return.
This night was destined to be a sleepless one.
The passion of a long-awaited reunion, coupled with the relief after his identity mystery was solved, made Arthasparticularly vigorous this night.
...
It wasn't until the latter half of the night that the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased.
...
Arthas leaned against the headboard, listening to their even breathing, his mind still clear.
He gazed at the patterns on the ceiling, his fingers unconsciously tracing light lines on Diana's smooth back.
Loki... Hela... Olympus...
These matters were like a tangled mess, entwined in his mind.
"Let's deal with Loki first."
Arthas silently made a decision in his heart.
That tsundere younger brother—if he didn't quickly resolve his inner turmoil, what if the boy, upon learning his true identity, really went and caused some big trouble? That would be problematic.
As for his elder sister Hela, whom he had never met...
Arthas frowned.
The loosening of the seal wasn't a matter of a day or two; since it could still be maintained, he would put it aside for now.
After he dealt with Loki and stabilized Asgard, he would go and meet her.
And the integration of Olympus and Asgard...
This matter needed to be thoroughly discussed with Friggaand Hera; details determined success or failure.
Meanwhile, in a guest room on the other side of the palace.
Here, there was no seductive atmosphere like the master bedroom, but rather one full of warmth.
Frigga and Aphrodite didn't sleep in separate rooms; instead, they squeezed onto one bed.
Frigga, wearing a light blue silk nightgown, lay on her side, holding an exquisite comb, gently styling Aphrodite's long golden hair.
"Sister, your hair is so well-maintained."
"Unlike me, I worry about too many things, and I feel my hair quality has worsened."
Aphrodite lay on the pillow, enjoying Frigga's service, her eyes narrowed like a lazy cat.
"Sister, you jest; your hair is also excellent."
"If you don't mind, I'll teach you a few maintenance secrets later."
"Alright, it's a deal then."
Frigga put down the comb, lay down beside her, and pulled the quilt over their bodies.
"By the way, tonight... what did Odin tell you?"
She asked casually, but her gaze remained fixed on Aphrodite's face.
Aphrodite turned over to face Frigga.
"Nothing much, just talked about those old, dusty matters from back then."
"And also... told Little Wen about Loki and Hela."
Frigga's hand paused slightly, then she sighed.
"Indeed, the child was bound to know sooner or later."
"As long as he doesn't blame us."
"Don't worry, Sister."
Aphrodite held Frigga's hand.
"Little Wen is a good child; he sees things clearly."
"He knows who treats him well and who truly loves him."
"Moreover..."
She suddenly leaned closer, lowering her voice a few degrees, with a hint of teasing.
"I see, Sister, that you quite want to move in, don't you?"
"Why not just move your luggage over?"
Frigga's face flushed, and she playfully slapped her.
"You talk too much."
"But... I really do want to be closer to the children."
They exchanged a smile, and in this quiet night, their two mothers' hearts drew even closer.
However, in the large suite at the easternmost side of the palace, the atmosphere was completely different.
Hera, Athena, Artemis, and a host of other Olympian goddesses resided here.
They weren't sleeping but were gathered on the carpet, with fine wine and fruits "borrowed" from the Asgardian cellar laid out in the center.
Hera, wearing a wine-red silk nightgown, held a wine glass, her face slightly flushed, whether from the wine or shyness, it was unclear.
"Cough cough, well..."
She cleared her throat, trying to regain some of her goddess queen's dignity.
"Everyone's still awake, aren't they?"
"Since you're awake, let's talk about... serious matters."
Athena sat opposite her, toying with a golden apple, a playful curve on her lips.
"Sister Hera, what serious matters do you want to discuss?"
"Is it about the reconstruction of Olympus? Or about Asgard's defense system?"
"Or perhaps... about how to 'conquer' the man currently in the soft embrace next door?"
Hera's thoughts were exposed, and she nearly choked on her wine.
"Cough cough! Athena! Can't you be a little more subtle when you speak?!"
"What 'conquering'? We... we are doing this for the future of the two Pantheons!"
Artemis, who was cross-legged beside them cleaning her silver bow, looked up and added nonchalantly.
"For the future, Sister Hera needs us to climb into his bed?"
"Sister Hera, isn't that logic a bit of a leap?"
Hestia, hugging a large pillow, blinked her big eyes and innocently interjected.
"But... I also think Brother Arthas is really good."
"He's handsome, speaks nicely, and protects us."
"If we could be with him... it would probably be very happy, wouldn't it?"
The other goddesses also nodded in agreement, their faces showing expressions of longing.
In the abyss, Arthas's silhouette, standing alone in front of them, was simply too captivating.
Hera looked at this group of lovesick sisters, feeling both helpless and... a strange, inexplicable pang of bitterness.
She put down her wine glass, took a deep breath, and her expression became more serious.
"Athena, Artemis, you've seen it."
"How close Diana and those two are to Arthas."
"The ring of vows, that's a soul-binding contract."
"Although we also swore allegiance, in terms of intimacy, we are ultimately a step behind."
"If we want to truly establish ourselves in Asgard, and not be marginalized."
"We must... we must establish a deeper connection with him."
By the end, Hera's voice became softer and softer, and her face grew redder.
After all, such words coming from her, the queen known for her chastity and marriage, truly ruined her image.
"So..."
Athena put down the golden apple, leaned forward, and stared intently at Hera.
"Sister Hera means for us to... seduce him?"
"Or rather... to just make it a fait accompli?"
Hera glared at her in exasperation.
"What seduction! That's... that's deepening our relationship!"
"You two, one is the Goddess of Wisdom, the other is the goddess of the hunt."
"Aren't you usually quite resourceful? Why are you dropping the ball at a crucial moment?"
"Can't you... be a little more proactive?"
"I think Arthas also has a good impression of you; as long as you give a slight hint..."
"Hey hey hey, Sister Hera, that's not fair."
Hestia suddenly spoke up.
"Why are you only calling out their names?"
"Are we not good enough?"
"Are we not pretty enough? Is our figure not good?"
Saying this, she even proudly puffed out her ample chest.
The other goddesses also became displeased and protested one after another.
"Exactly! Sister Hera is playing favorites!"
"We also want to 'deepen our relationship' with Arthas!"
"Why should only they go?"
"If we're going, we all go together!"
Artemis scoffed, tossing her silver bow aside.
"What are you all arguing about?"
"Instead of fighting over this, why don't you ask Sister Heraherself?"
She turned her head, her gaze sharp as she looked at Hera.
"Sister Hera, why don't you go yourself?"
"You are the Queen of Heaven, the leader of all goddesses."
"If you 'conquered' Arthas, wouldn't we all benefit from it?"
"And from what I've seen, your gaze towards Arthas isn't exactly innocent, is it?"
These words were like a bombshell, completely stunning Hera.
Her face instantly turned crimson, so red it seemed about to drip blood.
"You... what are you talking about?!"
"I... I'm married!"
"I'm a married woman!"
"How could I... do such a thing?!"
"Married?"
Athena let out a disdainful scoff.
"What kind of marriage was that so-called marriage?"
"That was just a political marriage between you and that annoying fellow Zeus."
"You two have been together for thousands of years, and all you did was argue or give each other the cold shoulder."
"Let alone 'that', you probably haven't even held hands, have you?"
"Is that nominal relationship, which exists only in name, worth using as a shield?"
The more Athena spoke, the more animated she became, completely disregarding Hera's face, which was almost fuming.
"Besides, Zeus is already dead, his ashes scattered."
"You are single now, a free woman."
"What's wrong with pursuing your own happiness?"
"And Arthas is so excellent, so strong, so... gentle."
"I don't believe you're not tempted?"
Hera was left speechless by Athena's barrage.
She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but found she couldn't find any reason.
Yes, what kind of marriage was that? It was nothing but a shackles.
In Arthas, she felt a long-lost sense of security, a feeling of being respected and cared for.
That was something she had never received from Zeus in thousands of years.
"I... I..."
Hera stammered for a long time, finally managing to force out.
"Anyway... anyway, I can't!"
"I'm an elder! I'm his mother's... sister!"
"This is too... too shameful!"
"I think it's better this way."
Athena suddenly clapped her hands, interrupting Hera's excuses.
"Since Sister Hera is too embarrassed, then let us help you out."
"We nominate Sister Hera to lead the charge!"
"As long as Sister Hera takes the first step, we will follow closely!"
"What do you all say?"
Upon hearing this, the goddesses immediately perked up and started cheering.
"Good! Support Sister Hera!"
"Sister Hera is the best!"
"Go, Sister Hera, go!"
"For the future of Olympus, Sister Hera, just give in!"
Hera looked at this group of sisters, who were usually well-behaved and obedient but now had all turned into "rebels," shaking with anger.
"You... you wretched girls!"
"Rebels! All rebels!"
"I'll tear your mouths off!"
She finally couldn't hold back, lunging directly at Athena, who was closest to her, reaching out to tickle her sensitive spots.
Athena was prepared; she dodged sideways and grabbed Hera's arm.
"Oh no! Sister Hera is enraged!"
"Quick, someone! Suppress the tyrant!"
Artemis, Hestia, and the others, seeing this, also shrieked and joined the fray.
For a moment, the room was in chaos.
"Ah! Don't tickle there! Hahahaha!"
"Sister Hera, your nightgown button came undone!"
"Wow! So big! So fair!"
"Wretched girl! Where are you looking?!"
"Athena, stop pretending to be proper! Your skirt has been lifted!"
"Who's pulling my hair! Let go!"
The goddesses rolled around on the soft carpet, their silk nightgowns becoming disheveled in the struggle.
Large expanses of fair skin shimmered dazzlingly under the lights.
Long legs, ample bosoms, slender waists, all subtly revealed during their frolic, a sudden burst of spring's allure.
Various giggles, pleas for mercy, and exclamations intertwined, forming an extremely sensual and vibrant scene.
If Arthas were here now, he would probably bleed so much from his nose that he would die from excessive blood loss.
Chapter 88: The Goddess Queen Alliance Emerges, Setting a Frosty Trap to Lure Loki
Early morning in Asgard was bathed in golden sunlight, the air filled with the unique freshness and fragrance of the God Realm.
The front courtyard of Arthas's palace was as lively as if a small celebration were being held.
Diana had changed into a sharp Amazon training suit, holding her iconic Aegis shield, and was standing on a high platform addressing a group of goddesses below.
"Sisters, since we have all made our home in Asgard, we cannot spend all day doing nothing."
"Although His Majesty Odin has arranged our living quarters, we cannot just be decorative vases."
"We must prove that even here, we are the strongest combat force!"
Sif stood at her left hand, holding a longsword, and nodded in agreement.
"That's right! The female warriors of Asgard never eat for free!"
Brunhilde leaned against a pillar, twirling a dagger in her hand, with her usual unruly smile on her face.
"So, we discussed it and decided to form an organization."
Below the stage, Hera, Athena, Artemis, and the other Olympian goddesses looked at each other.
Hera straightened her collar and asked somewhat hesitantly.
"Organization? What organization?"
"Haven't we already merged into Asgard? Are we trying to start an independence movement?"
Diana shook her head, her eyes firm.
"No, not independence."
"It is to better fulfill our oaths."
"We said before that we only take orders from Arthas."
"Therefore, the core purpose of this organization is only one—to protect Arthas and guard our King!"
"We've already thought of a name."
Sif stepped forward and announced loudly.
"It shall be called the 'Goddess United Guardian Alliance'!"
*Pfft...*
Aphrodite, who was sitting in the corner drinking tea, spat out a mouthful of water.
"That name... isn't it a bit too long?"
"And it sounds... why does it sound so much like one of those mortal novel clubs?"
Athena, on the other hand, adjusted her non-existent glasses and analyzed seriously.
"Although the name is a bit cliché, the purpose is clear."
"Arthas is currently the target of everyone; there are surely many people watching him."
"Forming an organization in the nature of a personal guard is indeed necessary."
"I'm in."
She was the first to state her position.
Artemis shrugged.
"I have nothing else to do anyway, besides hunting and practicing archery."
"Having an organization isn't bad; at least there will be someone to shout slogans when we fight."
"I'm in too."
Seeing that the Goddess of Wisdom and the goddess of the hunt had both stated their positions, the other goddesses naturally refused to be left behind.
"I'm in!"
"Count me in!"
"I want to protect Arthas too!"
For a moment, the front courtyard was filled with excitement, as one goddess after another raised her hand, a truly spectacular scene.
Diana looked at this scene and nodded with satisfaction.
"Excellent!"
"Since everyone agrees, starting today, we will begin shifts."
"Every day, we will take turns sending someone to protect Arthas closely, ensuring there are no security risks around him!"
"Whether it's assassins or some wild flowers and weeds from who-knows-where, they must all be kept out!"
When she said the words "wild flowers and weeds," Dianadeliberately emphasized her tone, her eyes glancing intentionally or unintentionally at certain "enthusiastic" goddesses.
The goddesses smiled knowingly, and a subtle scent of gunpowder began to drift through the air.
Meanwhile, in the Council Chamber of the Golden Palace.
Arthas was sitting behind a mountain of documents taller than himself, holding a quill pen and writing furiously.
"That old man Odin... he's definitely doing this on purpose!"
While reviewing the documents, he muttered through gritted teeth.
"Ever since I came back, he hasn't stepped foot in the Council Chamber once."
"Claiming he's unwell—I think he just wants to slack off!"
"Yesterday I even saw him lying in a rocking chair in the garden sleeping soundly! When I asked, he said it was the Odinsleep!"
"He doesn't look the least bit unwell!"
Arthas threw a finished document to the side and picked up a new one.
"I knew being the eldest prince wouldn't be easy."
"This isn't being a prince; this is clearly being a high-level corporate slave!"
The adjutant nearby tremblingly handed him a cup of water, fearing to cross this Acting God King who was on the verge of exploding.
Arthas took the cup and gulped down a large mouthful, only then feeling the fire in his heart subside a little.
He sighed and continued to bury his head in work.
This is responsibility.
Despite his complaints, the movements of his hands did not stop.
Every decision in Asgard concerned the lives of countless citizens.
Since he had taken on this burden, he had to carry it well.
Just then, a document with a special red mark caught his eye.
It was an urgent report from Heimdall at the border.
Arthas frowned slightly, set down his water cup, and picked up the document to open it.
"Jotunheim... Frost Giant movements?"
He quickly scanned the contents of the document.
It stated that recently, Jotunheim's Frost Giants had been frequently gathering at the border, and several small units had even attempted to cross spatial rifts to probe Asgard's defenses.
Although they were all discovered and repelled by Heimdall in time, this was clearly not normal hunting behavior.
"What kind of trouble is that old fellow Laufey trying to stir up now?"
Arthas tapped his finger lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "thump-thump" sound.
Ever since that battle thousands of years ago, the Frost Giants had been driven back to their home, their vitality severely damaged.
Stirring up trouble now meant they had either found some new source of power or... there was some internal problem they wanted to divert attention from.
Looking at the word "Jotunheim," a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Arthas's mind.
A name surfaced in his heart.
Loki.
That tsundere younger brother whose true heritage had always been hidden by Odin—he was actually the biological son of the Frost Giant King, Laufey.
Odin had dumped this mess on him last night, telling him to resolve Loki's inner turmoil.
He had been wondering what kind of opportunity to find to handle this naturally and without it being abrupt.
Now it seems...
Hasn't the opportunity delivered itself to his door?
Arthas put down the document, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
That smile carried three parts craftiness, three parts calculation, and four parts... "care" that only he knew.
"It's better to guide than to block."
"Keeping it from him forever would be a huge problem if someone with ulterior motives used it one day."
"Instead of letting him hear the truth from others, it's better to... let him discover it himself."
"Only what is seen with one's own eyes and experienced personally is truly unforgettable."
Arthas stood up, walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the busy streets of Asgard.
"Isn't Loki most proud of his wisdom and illusions?"
"Then I'll set a trap for him."
"A trap that only he can fall into, and only he can'solve'."
Arthas turned back to the table, picked up the quill, and scribbled a few lines of notes on the document.
Then he pressed the summons bell on the table.
"Go, call Thor and Loki here."
"Tell them I have an important mission to entrust to them."
The adjutant took the order and left.
Arthas sat back in his chair, playing with the pen in his hand, his mind already beginning to rehearse the upcoming script.
When Loki goes to Jotunheim, he will surely encounter Frost Giants.
As a descendant of the Frost Giants, his skin would likely reveal its original blue color upon contact with his kin or the cold core of Jotunheim.
When the time comes, that old fox Laufey will certainly not miss this opportunity and will surely use his heritage to shake Loki.
Loki's sensitive little brain will definitely collapse instantly, falling into self-doubt and resentment toward Odin.
"At that moment..."
"When he is most confused, most helpless, and feels like he has been abandoned by the whole world."
"I, as his big brother, will descend from the sky."
"Block all attacks for him and shield him behind me."
"Then tell him: whether you are blue-skinned or green-skinned, you are my, Arthas's, brother."
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Arthas couldn't help but give himself a round of applause.
"This script is simply perfect."
"This kind of timely assistance is definitely ten thousand times stronger than dry preaching."
"I can also take the opportunity to teach him a lesson, letting him understand that power has no distinction between good and evil; it all depends on how it's used."
"So what if it's the power of a Frost Giant? Used well, it's still the guardian deity of Asgard."
Moreover, to prevent this kid from getting stuck in a dead end and feeling like an outcast.
Arthas decided to add another layer of insurance.
That was to reveal his own background as well.
"I was also 'picked up,' and I am not Odin's biological son either."
"But I am still the eldest prince of Asgard and the future King."
"We're in the same boat, so no one should look down on anyone else."
"This way, his sense of balance should be restored."
Thinking of this, the smile on Arthas's face became even brighter.
This wasn't pitting his brother; this was clearly an education of love!
Not long after, the doors to the Council Chamber were pushed open.
Thor rushed in first, carrying Mjolnir in his hand.
"Big brother! What's the mission?"
"Is there another fight?"
"My hammer is almost getting rusty!"
He looked excited, like a Husky that had been cooped up for too long.
Loki followed slowly behind, wearing his signature green mage robes, with that half-smile on his face.
"Don't be so excited, Thor."
"Big brother calling us here must mean there's something that requires brains."
"Brute force alone can't solve problems."
He glanced at Arthas, a trace of inquiry flashing in his eyes.
"Big brother, what is it exactly? Calling us here in such a hurry."
Looking at these two brothers with such vastly different personalities, Arthas laughed inwardly.
He put away his smile, adopted a serious expression, and pushed Heimdall's report to the edge of the table.
"There is indeed serious business."
"Heimdall reports there are movements in Jotunheim."
"The Frost Giants have been very restless lately, frequently probing the border."
"Father has been unwell lately and doesn't have time for this."
"I thought that I wouldn't feel at ease leaving this matter to anyone else."
"Only by giving it to you two can I be at peace."
These words both elevated their status and showed his trust in them.
Hearing this, Thor thumped his chest loudly.
"No problem! Leave it to me!"
"I'll go smash all those ice-faces to pieces!"
Loki picked up the report, scanned it quickly, and his brow furrowed slightly.
"Frost Giant... movements?"
"This is indeed a bit strange."
"They should know how strong Asgard is now, especially after you returned, big brother."
"Provoking us at this time is simply seeking death."
"Unless... they have some ulterior motive."
Loki's eyes flickered with the light of wisdom; clearly, he had already started using his brain.
Arthas nodded and gave him an appreciative look.
"Exactly, Loki hit the nail on the head."
"So I'm not sending you to fight a war, but to investigate."
"Find out exactly what Laufey is up to."
"This requires wisdom and stealth."
Arthas stood up, walked over to the two of them, and patted each on the shoulder.
"Thor, your martial prowess is the guarantee."
"In case of danger, you must protect Loki well."
Thor nodded heavily.
"Don't worry, Big Brother! If anyone dares to touch a single hair on Loki's head, I'll make them pay dearly!"
Arthas looked at Loki again, his gaze deep.
"Loki, your illusions and wisdom are key."
"In this operation, your judgment will take the lead."
"I don't want to alert the enemy; what I want is precise intelligence."
"Can you do it?"
Hearing this, Loki's back straightened significantly.
In Asgard's martial environment, his magic and trickery had always been dismissed as 'minor paths,' less popular than Thor's muscles.
But Arthas always affirmed his wisdom, which made him feel very appreciated.
"Don't worry, Big Brother."
"A little trick like an infiltration investigation is a piece of cake for me."
"I'll strip away all of Laufey's secrets for you to see."
Loki spoke with full confidence, a proud curve hooking the corner of his mouth.
But what he didn't know was that what he was about to uncover wasn't just Laufey's secrets, but the mystery of his own origin.
"Good! Then it's settled."
"Go back and prepare; set out immediately."
"Remember, safety first."
"If you encounter any irresistible danger, retreat immediately, or... call me."
Arthas added a reminder; this 'call me' was actually a bit of foreshadowing.
He had planned all along that as soon as they left, he would follow stealthily behind.
After all, this was his directorial debut; if he didn't watch on-site, what if they messed up the performance?
Thor and Loki took their orders and left; their silhouettes—one burly, one slender—looked surprisingly harmonious.
Arthas watched them leave, sat back down, and picked up the quill.
"Go, my brothers."
"Go meet your... destiny."
He said silently to himself, then crumpled the document from earlier and threw it into the wastebasket.
Arthas didn't stay idle in the time that followed.
He quickly finished the pile of documents, his speed leaving the nearby attendant dazzled.
After finishing the government affairs, he stood up and gave a long stretch.
"Alright, time to prepare for my entrance."
He walked out of the Council Hall and headed back to his palace to change clothes.
On the way back, he encountered the 'Goddess Alliance' squad on patrol.
Sif was leading them, followed by several goddesses from Olympus.
Seeing Arthas, they immediately stopped and bowed in unison.
"King! Have you finished the government affairs?"
Sif stepped forward and asked with concern.
"Do you need us to escort you back to the palace?"
"Or... go for a stroll in the garden?"
The goddesses behind her looked at him expectantly, their gazes like they were looking at a choice piece of meat.
Arthas felt a bit of a headache from this display.
Isn't this a bit too enthusiastic?
If someone follows me even to the bathroom, will I have any privacy left?
"Ahem, well... no need."
"I still have things to do."
"Continue your patrol, continue your patrol."
"Thanks for your hard work!"
With that, he quickened his pace and slipped away.
Sif watched his back and scratched her head in confusion.
"What's going on?"
"Could it be another war?"
Hestia blinked beside her.
"Whatever it is, should we follow and protect him?"
"I've read in books that this is when assassins are most likely to appear."
Sif thought for a moment and shook her head.
"Forget it; since Arthas didn't ask us to follow, he must have his reasons."
"Let's just guard the perimeter."
On the other side, Thor and Loki had arrived at the Bifrost's teleportation hall.
Heimdall stood at the console, hands gripping the greatsword, his golden eyes gazing into the void.
He wasn't surprised to see the two princes; he had clearly received notification from Arthas.
"Going to Jotunheim?"
Heimdall asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, by Big Brother's order, to investigate the disturbances."
Thor hoisted his hammer onto his shoulder and said carelessly.
"Heimdall, open a gate for us and send us directly to the entrance of Laufey's palace, how about it?"
"That way I can just smash the door in!"
Loki facepalmed helplessly.
"Thor, are you a pig?"
"Big Brother said it's an investigation! A stealthy investigation!"
"Smashing the door is a declaration of war!"
"Heimdall, don't listen to him."
"Send us to an ice field a bit further from the palace, somewhere concealed."
Heimdall glanced at Loki and nodded.
"As you wish."
He turned the greatsword, and the Bifrost began to roar; giant gears turned, aligning with Jotunheim.
Brilliant rainbow light flared, enveloping the entire hall.
"Good luck to you."
Heimdall said.
"And, Loki..."
He hesitated as if to say something but ultimately kept silent.
As a being who could see through everything in the Nine Realms, he naturally knew Loki's origin and likely guessed the deeper meaning of Arthas's arrangement.
But he couldn't say; this was Loki's trial.
"Hmm? What is it?"
Loki gave him a strange look.
"Nothing. Keep warm."
Heimdall said flatly.
"Pfft, I'm not afraid of the cold."
Loki shrugged.
He really wasn't afraid of the cold; he never had been since childhood, and even found the cold familiar.
The light of the Bifrost flashed, and the two silhouettes vanished instantly.
Jotunheim.
This was a world of eternal permafrost.
Cold winds howled, snow swirled, and everywhere the eye could see was pale and desolate.
Massive glaciers towered like the fangs of a beast, ready to swallow any intruder.
The light of the Bifrost landed in a hidden ice valley, and Thor and Loki stepped out.
"Phew... it's so cold!"
Thor shivered and tightened his red cloak.
"This damn place is annoying no matter how many times I come."
Loki, however, felt no discomfort; instead, he took a deep breath of the freezing air, feeling his pores open up.
The bone-chilling cold entering his body didn't make him stiff; instead, it made his magic flow more smoothly.
"I think it's fine."
Loki said casually, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
"That's because you have thick skin!"
Thor muttered.
"Let's go; Laufey's palace is over there."
"We have to be careful not to be spotted by the patrol."
Using the glaciers as cover, the two of them crept toward the towering Frost Castle.
Along the way, Loki felt a strange sensation in his heart.
As if something were calling to him.
The feeling was both familiar and foreign, leaving him somewhat unsettled.
He shook his head, casting the stray thoughts aside.
The current mission was to investigate the disturbance; he couldn't get distracted.
And on an icy peak not far behind them...
Space warped slightly, and a figure appeared out of thin air.
Arthas wore a white camouflage suit, almost blending perfectly into the surrounding snow.
He held a high-powered telescope brought back from Earth, watching the two brothers with great interest.
"Hehe, and so it begins."
"Thor's clumsy stealth is practically a moving target."
"Loki is quite professional; his illusions are well-used."
"But... no matter how good the illusion, it can't block the call of blood."
Arthas put down the telescope, pulled out a bag of melon seeds from his robe, and cracked one open.
"That old fellow Laufey should have sensed it too, right?"
"After all, it's his own seed; that connection can't be severed."
"Next up is the moment to witness a miracle."
Sure enough, just as Thor and Loki approached the palace perimeter...
A group of tall Frost Giants suddenly burst out from the snow, surrounding them instantly.
"Asgardians!"
The leading Frost Giant roared, brandishing a massive Ice Spike.
"How dare you trespass in Jotunheim!"
"Kill!"
Without any nonsense, the battle erupted immediately.
Thor laughed and charged forward with his hammer.
"Perfect timing! I was just looking for a way to warm up!"
A bolt of lightning crashed down, blowing away a whole group.
Loki skirted the edges, his daggers flying as he used clones to confuse the enemies.
Just as he finished off a giant trying to sneak up on Thor, a cold, large hand suddenly grabbed his arm from behind.
It was a hand covered in thick ice armor, carrying the extreme cold unique to Jotunheim.
A normal person's arm would have been ruined by such a grip.
But Loki was surprised to find that the chill didn't harm him.
Instead...
He looked down and saw that where the hand gripped him, his originally fair skin was rapidly losing color.
An eerie deep blue was spreading out.
Loki's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.
"What... is this?"
He looked at his turning-blue arm, his mind a complete blank.
The Frost Giant who grabbed him also froze; he looked at Loki, a trace of doubt in his blood-red eyes that quickly turned to shock.
"You..."
"You are..."
At that moment, the distant palace gates swung open with a crash.
A massive figure stepped out, his voice like rolling thunder.
"Stop!"
Laufey's authoritative voice rang out.
"Bring him here... let me see!"
Loki stood frozen, looking at his now completely blue hand, as an unprecedented fear and confusion instantly swallowed him.
On the distant ice peak, Arthas put away the melon seeds and brushed the crumbs off his hands.
"The show... has begun."
He straightened his clothes, ready to'save the day' at any moment.