Prompt Post No. 1

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Bryte Hjulet (p.3)

[tsurai_no_shi]

Less than two minutes later, thunder roiled in the sky as Thor stared at his father in confusion and irritation.

“Sleipnir is not a legitimate member of this family. He was birthed by Loki who should be siring instead of begetting children. I refuse your request.”

Thor felt like he was choking on a piece of salted meat. “And what if I had such children? Would you take my son or daughter from me and make them carry you about; corral them away like some common animal?”

Aged knuckles tightened around Hrungnir. “You are my son, Thor, not the Mother of Monsters.” The Allfather’s voice was cold as a river running under thin ice. Thor tried to swallow the lump in his throat as the words sank in.

“How can you say this? Loki is your son, my brother! How can you speak the same words lowly commoners use to degrade your very blood?!” His face grew hot in his growing anger and bemusement. However, when Odin’s grip on Hrungnir tightened so the metal squealed in protest and a wave of power crashed into him, Thor nearly lost his ground. Odin had only turned that legendary rage on him once in a millenium.

“Perhaps you have forgotten Ragnarok once more, Thor! Loki will always be the harbringer, and you, my true son-”

Thor stopped listening, the words ringing like a gong in his ears. Memories rose up like the harshest of his storms, one thousand lives and deaths hanging overhead.

Tears, red eyes, a broken god hanging from the broken Bifrost.

“I am not your brother.”

Mjolnir hummed from his belt, and ever-present anchor. He…had forgotten something with each Ragnarok, the most important piece of memory torn from him with each new turn as Yggdrasil built itself anew. In a rare moment of insight, Thor knew who to blame. “How dare you,” the man hissed, glaring at his father’s stormy blue eye. “You keep this from me, from him-”

“Loki knows, Thor. I take him, raise him as my own only to be betrayed every time. He plays you for a fool. From the Trickster come the world-destroyers Fenrir and Jormungdr. He will only ever use his children as tools for evil.”

Thor’s brother is Jotunn with bloody eyes, skin paler blue than the sapphires that adorn Frigga’s neck. The sting of betray spikes in his gut. ‘You know, remember who you are. Why did you not tell me?’ Thor wants to implore, wishing the man were there at that very moment. ‘I would still…I do still love-” Thor’s faltering resolve hardened, recalling his original purpose for the meeting.

“Father, you shall return my brother’s son to him.” The words rang in the air for one otherwise silent second.

Odin snarled, waves of power buffeting Thor where he stood, gripping Mjolnir to keep steady. “You still deny my will? Do not let yourself believe I do not know what goes on behind closed doors in my own palace, Thor. That you still call Loki your brother is abominable.”