Odin's magic shimmered faintly as he passed a hand over the blue-skinned infant. With precise control, ancient runes wrapped around Loki like threads of golden light—soft, harmless illusions. The Frost Giant blue faded, replaced by the appearance of an ordinary Asgardian child.
The Allfather exhaled wearily."One day," he murmured, "I will tell him the truth. But not yet."
He turned toward the royal bed, where Thor slept soundly and Roy lay curled beside him—silver hair glowing softly under the golden light of the chamber.
"These three…" Odin whispered to himself. "What a future they will bring."
Frigga had insisted the boys sleep close together. Brothers should never begin their lives apart, she said. And Odin had agreed.
With preparations for the great announcement of his three sons underway, Odin left to handle matters across the palace. But Frigga remained behind, watching over the sleeping infants.
A Silver-Haired Baby Wakes
A faint rustle caught her attention.
Roy stirred.
Slowly, his bright blue-diamond eyes blinked open, as if he were studying the world around him with a wisdom far beyond his tiny body. He scanned the room—Frigga, Thor, Loki, the soft blankets, the dancing light—and then his gaze met hers.
Frigga smiled warmly.
"Good morning, little one."
She gently picked him up, pressing him against her chest. Roy tilted his head… then reached out with a tiny hand and touched her cheek.
The Queen of Asgard froze—then giggled in delight.
"Oh, you charming little star," she whispered. "You know exactly how to win hearts, don't you?"
She kissed his forehead, rocking him lightly. Roy cooed happily, eyes sparkling, and Frigga felt her heart melt more with every passing second.
Thor might be strong.Loki might be sharp.But Roy… Roy was something else entirely.
A tranquility, a brightness—like a child made of moonlight.
She played with him, letting him grip her fingers, listening to the tiny sounds he made. Roy's laughter was soft and pure, and Frigga found herself smiling so widely it surprised even her.
Eventually, with a gentle sigh, Roy's eyes fluttered shut again. He drifted to sleep in her arms, the silver strands of his hair glowing like threads of stardust across her robes.
Odin Returns
The chamber doors opened quietly.
Odin stepped in, burdened by politics and ceremony, but the sight before him washed all tension away—Frigga sitting on the royal bed, cradling Roy as if he were her own newborn.
"My love," Odin murmured, approaching softly. "The arrangements are nearly complete. Soon all Nine Realms shall hear of our sons."
Frigga looked up at him with pure warmth.
"They will adore them," she said. "But this one…" she glanced at the peacefully sleeping Roy, "…he has already captured me."
Odin chuckled, stroking his beard.
"I see that. At this rate, Frigga, you may spoil Roy even more than Thor and Loki."
Frigga didn't even hesitate.
"I absolutely will," she declared.
Odin blinked—then burst into laughter he hadn't felt since the war began.
"Well," he said, "then the youngest Odinson is blessed indeed."
Frigga kissed Roy's forehead again, whispering,
"Not spoiled… simply loved."
And as Roy slept in her arms, neither Odin nor Frigga realized just how true her words were—nor how far that love, and the mysterious power within the child, would one day reach.