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Chapter 59: Teach Jotunheim A Lesson!
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 17:45:37 +0000 UTCFight?
And the Frost Titan?
Sif and the three warriors exchanged glances.
"Is the King of the Gods preparing to attack the titans of Jotunheim?"
Fandral frowned. "But once the war starts, Thor's coronation will have to be delayed for a long time."
"No!" Aaron shook his head. "It’s Thor who’s declaring war on Jotunheim!"
"Thor? How could he?"
"The coronation isn’t complete yet, and he's not king of Asgard right now, meaning he has no right to wage war on Jotunheim." Sif was the first to object.
"Yeah, I think it’s more likely the King of the Gods will go to war against the titans, defeat them again like a thousand years ago, and make them stay in line for another thousand years," Volstagg added, waving his hand.
"The God King will not go to war; what he wants is peace and stability," Hogan said firmly.
Aaron nodded in appreciation toward Hogan. He had spoken wisely.
Odin, old and frail, could no longer handle such a conflict. Moreover, maintaining the seal on Hela was already draining him. Aaron even suspected that if Odin fought with all his strength, regardless of the outcome, he would perish. The strain would be too great.
Therefore, Odin’s approach would likely be to plug the gaps in the defenses rather than engage the Frost Titans in a full-scale battle. After all, the Casket of Ancient Winters hadn’t been lost, so there was no need for Odin to waste his remaining vitality.
"But how could Thor..." Sif still didn’t believe it.
"Today was supposed to be Thor’s day of glory," Aaron reminded them.
"That day will come, just two days late," Sif countered immediately.
"If I told you that Thor has decided since childhood that he will be like his father—leading an army to attack Jotunheim and slaying all the Frost Titans—would you still think so?"
"Well..." Now, Sif fell silent.
Thor had once shared this dream with them, though they’d brushed it off as a joke at the time. They had promised to help him achieve this feat. But realistically, how could Thor do what the King of the Gods had never done? Besides, the Frost Titans were no small threat.
Rumors of ice demons haunted Asgard’s children, with tales of them preying on disobedient ones who wandered at night. These stories painted the Frost Titans as pure evil in the eyes of Asgardians.
While they spoke, they arrived at a familiar place in the Golden Hall—a spot where they often gathered with delicious food and wine.
As they entered, Volstagg immediately began feasting. The others took their seats.
"Aaron, this is the first time I hope you’re wrong," Fandral remarked, shrugging. "If Thor really goes to war with the Frost Titans, he won’t send out an army. That means..." He looked at the group and sighed. "We’ll be the ones going."
"Breaking into Jotunheim with just a few people seems impossible to win," Volstagg added, still chewing.
Aaron didn’t respond immediately. He drank in silence, his mind turning over the next steps.
With Loki in the picture, Thor would undoubtedly lead a charge against the Frost Titans. It matched Thor’s impulsive and arrogant nature. Lately, Thor had been riding high on his invincible victories. He might believe that the Frost Titans were no more than a challenge he could easily overcome, even though Odin had paid dearly to defeat them in the past.
The war had lasted for years and spread from Earth to Jotunheim. Odin had even lost an eye in the process—a sacrifice that had been made when Odin was in his prime. Thor, however, wasn’t nearly as strong, and with the overwhelming number of Frost Titans, victory seemed uncertain.
"Aaron..." Aaron’s thoughts drifted as he considered the situation.
He clenched his wine glass, and the Uru metal cracked, turning to dust in his grip.
He saw this as an opportunity to avenge his parents’ deaths.
Aaron didn’t interrupt Loki’s provocations because he knew that Thor’s reckless nature would lead them into Jotunheim. This was the perfect chance to strike at Laufey.
He was certain that Odin would not blame him for this. After all, it was Thor who started the war between the realms.
As a friend, Aaron would support Thor. This was a chance for Thor to mature, and it would also provide an opportunity for revenge. No one could fault him for that.
Once Laufey was gone, the possibility of a war between Jotunheim and Asgard would dissipate. Without the Frost Titans, what could Jotunheim do to challenge Asgard? Could they rely on Loki?
Aaron shook his head. Loki had abandoned his Jotunheim heritage and would gladly deal with Laufey if given the chance.
Still, Aaron knew that killing Laufey wouldn’t be easy. The Frost Titan leader was strong, and his army was vast. It would be a difficult battle.
"Aaron... you... actually!" Volstagg stammered as he noticed the shattered glass.
The food he had been enjoying fell from his hands as he rushed to Aaron, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"What happened?" The others looked at Aaron.
"Aaron... just crushed the glass...?" Fandral chuckled, thinking it was a joke.
"Is this gravel?" Hogan questioned, eyeing the small particles left behind.
"Could there be grit in the Golden Hall?" Sif wondered aloud.
Everyone looked puzzled. This was the sacred palace of the God King—how could there be dirt?
"I just saw Aaron—" Vostagg tried to explain, but wasn’t making sense.
Aaron cut him off. "I did it. It’s the mysteries of magic."
He explained that he had used molecular rearrangement to turn the Uru metal into a fragile compound before crushing it instantly with immense force.
The others exchanged confused glances. Uru metal was known to be indestructible—what magic could possibly do this?
They had heard that Aaron was the most powerful illusionist in Asgard, so they wondered if this was just an illusion.
Before they could ask further questions, Thor and Loki entered.
Thor appeared angry.
"Guys, we’re going to Jotunheim!" he declared.
Loki rolled his eyes behind him, looking helpless and resigned.
Sif and the others turned their gaze to Aaron in unison.
"Well, looks like I was right," Fandral murmured.
He turned to Thor. "Thor, are you sure about this?"
"This isn’t Midgard, where you can just summon thunder and lightning and be worshipped as a god," he added. "Jotunheim is the land of the Frost Titans!"
"Those titans aren’t as weak as humans!"
"My father led a great army against Jotunheim, defeated their forces, and took the Casket of Ancient Winters right from Laufey’s neck," Thor boasted. "As his heir, I won’t fear these defeated giants!"
"The God King will never allow us to go," Sif said with concern.
Thor shrugged. "Don’t worry. We’ll teach those titans a lesson. Once we win, my father will have no reason to object."
Thor spoke with confidence, clearly believing Heimdall would allow them to leave.
Loki raised an eyebrow, doubtful. If the Frost Titans were really that easy, Asgard wouldn’t have lost so many lives in the past.
Without Odin’s consent, they couldn’t wage full-scale war against Jotunheim. War would destroy the peace that had lasted for millennia. And without Asgard’s support, what could they accomplish against the Frost Titans?
"Fandral, Hogan, who led you to victory after victory?"
"You!" the two said in unison.
"Volstagg, who provided endless food and drink, making you feel at home in the Soul Castle?"
"Uh, that would be you," Volstagg muttered, eyeing the food.
"Sif, who proved to those who doubted women's strength that Asgard’s greatest warriors could be female?"
"It was me!" Sif answered proudly.
Thor grinned. "I’ve always had your back, haven’t I?"
Finally, he turned to Aaron. "I heard my father intends to make you the new God of Magic. When we teach the Frost Titans a lesson and I become king, I’ll make sure that promise is fulfilled!"
Loki shot Thor a sideways glance. He had meant to use Aaron to win his favor, but Thor had already said it first.
"Aaron, when did this happen? You kept it from us for so long!" Sif asked.
"It was the Queen who mentioned it last time, but it wasn’t confirmed," Aaron replied.
"Congratulations, Aaron! You’re destined to be the God of Magic!" Fandral cheered.
Aaron smiled politely, but inwardly, he wasn’t as thrilled. The title of God of Magic was just that—a title. Whether or not he could truly claim it was still uncertain.
As they all prepared to leave for Jotunheim, Thor led the charge, confident and eager for battle.
At the Bifrost, Heimdall didn’t stop them, but reminded them that if the journey endangered Asgard, he wouldn’t hesitate to close the portal.
"Don’t worry, Heimdall, they’re just a bunch of underdogs!" Thor waved dismissively as he stepped through the portal.
Heimdall responded quietly and turned off the Bifrost, pondering for a moment before reporting to Odin.
