Stupid Odin

To be honest, Thors felt a bit sorry for Odin.

Having only seen female giants since he was a child, Odin wasn't opposed to pursuing them, but until now, he had only seen the mortals they created, aside from female giants. It would be too beneath Odin to immediately chase after a mortal as his first.

Now, after finally seeing someone of his own kind, he was immediately stunned by Frigg's full-throttle charm.

The noble and beautiful Frigg naturally possessed a charismatic aura, a nearly solidified enchantment that could captivate any higher intelligent being with a weak will. The only difference between it and black magic was that it didn't intentionally harm anyone. Even if the opposing deity wasn't affected by the charm, it could effectively reduce their hostility.

Frigg was already impressive in terms of hardware, and with the addition of the aura, the innocent male god Odin easily succumbed.

Yo! My dear foolish brother! Don't say I, as your elder brother, didn't give you a chance.

Thors turned to Odin and said leisurely, "Odin, is there a goddess you fancy? If so, you can go and confess your feelings first. As long as a goddess is willing to hold your hand, I, your elder brother, will never interfere and will even offer my blessings."

Upon hearing this, Odin's heart surged with excitement. He couldn't control his facial muscles and revealed an expression of ecstatic joy: "Brother, really? You're not tricking me, are you!"

"Why would I trick you? This is a promise from the God-King—" Thors said seriously, but he didn't forget to add, "But if she rejects you, your elder brother might just have to step in."

"It's okay! Brother, I have absolute confidence!"

Thors looked at Odin's foolish appearance and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Foolish brother! You're still too young!

Everyone watched Odin happily run out of the Golden Palace to return to his own hall and prepare for the evening's banquet. Bor felt a sense of foreboding and asked Thors, "Son, could it be that Odin has taken a liking to that Frigg?"

"Most likely," Bestla was very clear about the reactions of her three sons: Thors was generous and appropriate, not showing excessive concern for any goddess; Odin stared at Frigg; and Vili… well, that foolish son was good at pretending to be aloof, but he didn't have normal desires.

Bor frowned, "I'm afraid she won't take a liking to Odin!"

Thors sighed, "I sensed that before she entered the Golden Palace, she only looked at the Golden Palace. As for the Hall of Silver and Valhalla, she only glanced at them."

Bor said helplessly, "This… let's see what fate has in store."

The Frigg in the epic poem [Edda] was also like this.

The famous Queen of the Gods had two rather well-known flaws:

First, she had an extremely poor memory. She could forget what was said on one side the moment she turned to the other. But sometimes this flaw wasn't a flaw at all. For example, Odin had a throne that could see the past and the future, and Frigg was the only one among the gods besides Odin who could sit on it. Perhaps the biggest reason Odin was willing to share this power with Frigg was that she would forget what she saw as soon as she turned around.

Second, Frigg was extremely greedy for vanity and wealth. She often used all kinds of gold, silver, jewels, and exotic treasures to decorate her palace and was never satisfied. This directly led to Odin's increased plundering of wealth from the Nine Realms in the epic and foreshadowed the later rebellion in the Nine Realms.

Thors could tolerate Frigg's poor memory. But Thors could absolutely not tolerate her insatiable desire to devour all the gold and silver in the Nine Realms.

She wants to be the Queen of the Gods?

Heh heh!

On the other side, a group of goddesses were taken to various side halls.

A group of slender and graceful Light Elves with golden, shimmering wings flew out, ready to serve these goddesses.

How beautiful the elves are!

The goddesses exclaimed in their hearts.

The leading female elf flew out in an elegant arc in the air and then bowed deeply to the goddesses.

"Tonight, King Thors will host you esteemed goddesses at the Palace of Joy [Valaskjálf]. Now, you goddesses can choose to rest first or prepare your evening gowns. We have the most excellent tailors who can create a luxurious evening dress that meets the goddesses' expectations within half a day."

The goddesses secretly marveled. They came to their individual small halls. Inside, elven servants used life-size wooden mannequins to show the goddesses various 'novel Lower Realm garments'.

Seeing these extremely eye-catching costumes, the goddesses couldn't help but exclaim. These styles were so much better than the clothes they remembered!

In fact, the so-called Lower Realm garments were all Thors' private goods.

He couldn't help it. He was surrounded by either female giants or god-level barbarians. Ten years ago, everyone was wearing dirty animal skins. That stuff was hard to wash when it got dirty, and once it was washed and ruined, he couldn't expect Bestla to have the ability to sew it back together with needle and thread.

That primitive aesthetic of always wearing animal skins was making Thors want to vomit.

Now that he had the opportunity to reshape the Nine Realms, Thors decisively borrowed the hands of the humans of Midgard to improve the aesthetics of the entire Asgard by at least five thousand years in one fell swoop!

Don't ask where the clothes came from, just say it's a divine revelation, and if you ask again, it's a connection between heaven and man!

As a result, the goddesses were collectively worried, not knowing which set to choose.

Should they go for the flamboyant Victoria's Secret style? Or the medieval court style of Earth? Or the Lolita look?

In the end, no matter which one they chose, they all chose a deep V structure.

A group of Light Elves fluttered around these goddesses like butterflies crossing through flower bushes. Their golden flight trails gave the goddesses a pleasing feeling just by looking at them.

Night fell!

The eighteen arches of [Valaskjálf], each fifty meters high, opened simultaneously. Even with the doors open, the dazzling eternal light inside reflected on the colorful glass panes of the doors and high windows, illuminating the surroundings with a dazzling brilliance.

The dwarves' bold and cheerful songs echoed in all directions, harmonizing with the melodious sounds of the Nibelharp and the harp.

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"Hey—yo—"

"In the cold wind."

"The powerful God-King Thors."

"Fearlessly confronting the giant Ymir!"

"The giant ancestor was as tall as a mountain, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers!"

"The God-King overturned that mountain and cut off that river—"

…

Amid the jubilant music, Odin wore a samurai uniform with a white base and gold silk trim, looking tall, mighty, and handsome. He nervously asked Loki beside him, "How do I look?"

"Extremely handsome. Be confident, cousin. If I were a goddess, I would fall in love with you too." Loki knew Odin's thoughts and deliberately dressed in a low-key manner. At the same time, he secretly leaned in and said, "Thors is dressed very casually today. He's just wearing a piece of animal skin."

Odin's heart warmed. It seemed that his elder brother still cared about him very much.

Finally, the deer carts carrying the goddesses arrived.

The ones pulling the carts were divine deer!

Dáinn, Dvalinn, and the other deer with divinity lived by eating the leaves of the World Tree and drinking the dew of the World Tree every day.

Their bodies were strong and agile, and their shoulder height of four meters far surpassed ordinary mortal horses.

The goddesses got out of the carts, one by one appearing in full dress, elegant, radiant, especially Frigg in the middle, who was even more beautiful.

Everything about them was good, except that none of them looked directly at Odin, who came to greet them…

Odin's heart immediately sank.