Stupid Odin

With his left arm around the stunningly beautiful Freyja and his right hand raising a golden goblet as the maidservant Guelweig, dressed as a handmaiden, poured him wine, Thors's classic image of a goddess paired with a powerful figure undoubtedly stirred the gods and giants deeply.

They roared and shouted once again, beyond excited.

What did this represent?

This was the greatest counterattack of the Aesir against the challenger, the Vanir!

It also symbolized the imminent completion of the Aesir's complete conquest of the Vanir!

Within the clan, Thors's prestige soared to a new peak!

Perhaps every being in the clan offered Thors their heartfelt blessings, except for one deity—Odin!

Such a beautiful goddess; he, Odin, desired her too!

He glared at Thors, filled with envy and frustration, as this was simply a repeat of the previous situation.

He vividly remembered Frigga's arrival, instantly captivated by the beautiful and generous blonde goddess.

But what was the result?

She would rather cry in the Golden Palace than laugh in the Copper Palace.

What she wanted was a God-King, not a mere prince like him.

Odin accepted it the first time with Frigga.

But Freyja, a second time, was it going to be the same?

Even as a captive, Freyja still tried her best to seek a better way out for herself and her brother, Freyr.

Were they wrong to do so?

From their perspective, they did nothing wrong.

Odin knew they weren't wrong from their standpoint.

But he couldn't swallow his anger!

Why was he always only worthy of what his elder brother had left behind?

On what basis?

Just because his elder brother was the God-King?

This time, he truly couldn't endure it!

The seeds of envy and jealousy took root, sprouted, and grew wildly in his heart.

Loki happened to witness Odin's teeth-gritting and lip-biting expression.

"Odin? Are you alright?"

Odin startled, immediately changed his expression, and put on a smiling face: "Ah, I'm fine."

"Really alright?"

Odin realized he couldn't deceive the clever Loki, and he 'confessed': "I actually quite like Freyja, but unfortunately, she prefers my elder brother, so there's nothing I can do about it."

"Oh, oh, it's alright, maybe there will be other even better goddesses in the future," Loki sincerely comforted him.

Odin realized that it seemed only Loki was genuinely on his side among the entire clan. He immediately felt relieved.

Just then, Thor spoke up. He raised both hands diagonally and shouted:

"The second greatest contribution in this battle belongs to my valiant second uncle—Odin! He perfectly fulfilled His Majesty the God-King's task of luring the enemy and even broke into the Vanir's lair, the Sea God's Hall, in one fell swoop."

After Thor finished speaking, he made a gesture of constantly lifting his hands to cheer, and everyone immediately followed suit, clapping and cheering excitedly.

Odin straightened his expression and strode to the steps below Thors's throne, offering a respectful salute.

Thors looked at Odin, his mood also complex. He had genuinely felt Odin's jealous gaze just now.

Since crossing over to this world, he had thought countless times about how he should interact with Odin.

Honestly, he would rather Odin had not drunk from the Well of Wisdom and remained the foolish younger brother who followed behind him.

Unfortunately, the gears of fate rolled forward, driving the world onward. The increasingly powerful Odin would not be content to always be a follower.

Now the problem was, after drinking from the well, Odin wasn't foolish in terms of intelligence but in terms of emotional intelligence.

He, Thors, as the God-King, couldn't give up many things.

This wasn't the Celestial Dynasty that valued seniority, nor did it emphasize filial piety above all else. This was the most barbaric Norse pantheon revered by the Viking pirates—the strongest should be the leader, and the leader should bed the best goddess and take the most dazzling spoils of war.

If he yielded, his subordinates wouldn't think he was humble but that he was timid and incompetent.

Thors couldn't retreat even half a step.

Odin knew this but still couldn't restrain his ambition, so Thors couldn't be blamed; it could only be said that character determined destiny.

The actor Thors looked at Odin, revealing an apologetic expression: "My brother, I can sense that you also like Freyja."

Odin remained silent.

"If Freyja hadn't made this request herself, then giving her to you wouldn't have been a problem. Since she made it, I temporarily changed the plan to better conquer the Vanir. I took Freyja, and it did hurt your heart."

"Oh, oh, oh!" If Thors hadn't said it, the giants whose heads were full of muscles and most of the deities wouldn't have realized that there was such a thing?

But speaking of which, His Majesty did seem a little off.

As soon as he said it, everyone immediately perked up their ears, listening for what he would say next.

Odin below the steps also rarely showed an awkward expression.

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Odin noticed that Thors didn't use the self-appellation 'I,' which was clearly more intimate. After all, Thors and they were hybrids of gods and giants, so there was nothing wrong with saying 'compatriot'.

Thors continued: "As compensation, Odin, I will give you an opportunity."

Opportunity?

Odin and all the listeners perked up their ears!

"Propose a reward that you feel matches your bravery and wisdom! As long as you can prove you deserve it, I will agree." This was both Thors's compensation and an opening.

Thors didn't know if Odin would become the insidious and vicious deity as in the epics, so he had to guard against it. Especially with a great enemy at hand, it was better to guide than to suppress.

He was guiding Odin.

It seemed he had bet right; Odin at this point in time wasn't so insidious.

But Odin's appetite was truly great.

"Your Majesty, I hope to command the upcoming battles against the Vanir. If I can prove my bravery and wisdom, establishing military achievements sufficient to convince my compatriots, then after helping Your Majesty conquer the Vanir, I hope that I can lead the Vanir."

All the listeners exploded, immediately discussing and arguing.

"Wow!"

"Odin dares to say that."

"But Odin is also quite strong. I can't beat Odin."

There were doubts, excitement, recognition, and all sorts of attitudes.

In the end, Thors directly made the decision: "Alright! My brother! If you prove yourself, in the future, I will draw three or five troublesome Vanir gods from the surrendered Vanir, and the remaining Vanir gods will be under your command!"

Not to mention Odin, even the old father, Paul, was so moved that he almost shed tears on the spot. Paul had long seen Odin's talent. If it weren't for Thors, Odin would undoubtedly be a competent God-King as well. Two sons being overly excellent was sometimes a kind of distress.

Now it was good; Thors proposed it, and Paul was truly gratified.

Thors couldn't casually give up the God-King's throne, but conquering the Vanir and making them vassals was another matter. As long as the main family was strong enough, the branch family didn't matter. This was a gentler approach than forcibly annexing the Vanir.

After integrating for a long time, the two families could smoothly merge.

This was the same approach in essence as when Thors killed the two progenitor giants and then swallowed the remaining giants as vassals through marriage.