Odin hadn't cared before about the vampire prince's family because it wasn't interesting to him, but as he saw this boy transform, and reveal that he was a shifter, the idea that he also had an offspring on the way made him feel uncomfortable.
Odin watched Sirius cradling the woman who had taken such a violent fall, the way he carefully caressed her belly with his scaled hand. His piercing gaze lingered on Saoirse for a long moment, her belly seemed flat to him, so this pregnancy might yet be unconfirmed.
His attention moved to the boy's scaled hand. It wasn't just the transformation of the boy's form that troubled him—it was the possibility of what it meant. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease.
Could Sirius be another son of Loki?
The thought churned in his mind. The idea of a shifter being born in this generation was disturbing. Shifting was the ability pertaining to Loki, a power that should have died with his direct offspring, the gods. It was an ability linked to creation itself, tied to the divine essence of forming realms and life. It had no place in the mortal bloodlines—especially in the veins of a vampire.
This wife of his—was she carrying a child? A god-child? That could not be allowed.
He stepped forward, his presence commanding silence in the hall. The Valkyrie bowed their heads, and even Nanna, defiant as ever, stood still under his scrutiny. His voice, though calm, carried a weight that stilled the air. "Sirius, you have trespassed upon Asgard, and yet you stand here pleading for aid…."
Saoirse opened her eyes tiredly. She stirred in Sirius' arms. Sirius turned his attention to her, completely disregarding Odin, who hadn't finished speaking. "Oh Saoirse! Please tell me you're ok!"
"I'm fine Sirius, I told you, I swear I'm not pregnant! I can't believe you told everybody that! Please Allfather, just let us go home…"
Then her eyes grew wide as she looked at Sirius' clawed hand caressing her belly. She looked in panic at his face. "Sirius! Y-you're a..y-your beast! It's….you're covered in black scales! Is that your beast?!" She exclaimed in shock, but she already knew that it was. She had known the moment she looked at him that this was the creature that had spoken to her all of those years ago as a teenager.
"Well I…" Sirius stammered, he didn't know what to say, he had clearly been found out, although he hadn't fully revealed what he was, unless he was a T-Rex, it was easy to assume what he could become.
"Sirius, please let me handle this!" His beast suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"No, I can handle it, you'll just end up tearing off someone's face." He answered in his mind.
After a moment of staring off into space, Sirius determined what he would say.
"I'm sorry, I had to shift into something, I couldn't think of anything else that was fireproof!" He exclaimed, attempting to backtrack a bit and make himself less of a threat.
He racked his brain and decided to attempt something. He shifted into a wendigo. "There! Is that better?" He asked, looking like death.
One of the Valkyrie screamed, terrified as she had never seen such a terrifying creature, the women all gasped. The one who had screamed had also fainted.
By the look on Odin's face, Sirius had just dug himself deeper into the hole he was in. If anything, it just made him more upset. For a moment, he was searching his brain to figure out how this boy could possibly be the son of Jormungander instead of Alastor, but now this boy had revealed he held, not the power of the Serpant beast, but the power of Loki to become whatever he wanted to. This was worse than having reptile scales and wings. His frown deepened into pure rage.
Sirius tried one last thing, hoping to appease Odin by becoming something that belonged to the realm of Asgard instead of Loki. He became a black and white phoenix. Black feathers coated him on the left side of body and white on his right. His aura flowed with black fire.
Probably five more Valkyrie fainted.
"So much for being women warriors." Sroka said, "Right Allfather?" She had crept up next to Odin while everyone was distracted and suddenly tugged on his tunic that stuck out of his armor.
Even Odin nearly wet his pants at the sudden appearance of that morbid girl who looked nothing like her blond haired, blue and golden eyed family members.
(I decided I liked her. I could picture myself having that kind of personality at her age and it made me smile. Of course, my family is more accepting of the wierd than this poor girl's family was.)
"Sroka! Come away from there, you cannot approach the Allfather without his permission!" The Beta cried in shock. He was shocked because just moments ago, she had been standing next to him and he hadn't noticed that slippery moment that she had disappeared. He came over and pulled her away.
"Enough of this nonsense!" Odin boomed, regaining his composure, "Pick a form and stick with it Sirius! The first one was fine, don't try my patience anymore or so help me…"
"Odin, you aren't going to pardon them so easily for trespassing, are you?" Nanna interrupted, trying to make sure that he hadn't forgotten what he was there for. The real reason she had asked him to the banquet hall. "It seems as if we have been made to fall into a great misunderstanding. The woman was here all along. I wasn't aware that she was his wife, I found her snooping and I didn't have a chance to interrogate her yet. What if this was all a plot of theirs…"
Odin scowled at her coldly, his one piercing eye glowing with fury and she shut her mouth. He expected silence while he did his best to decide what to do.
He watched Sirius for a minute and racked his brain.
On the one hand, these two had trespassed here in Asgard and should be punished, and the boy's ability that he hadn't know about couldn't be overlooked. But the boy had drank from the cup and technically that meant he had made a pledge of loyalty to Odin.
Could he use him for his gain somehow? Or was it better he not exist? Slepnier was indeed a very useful horse. If Sirius could be of use to him like that, it would bother his foe even more than taking that horse had done.
Now he was sure that this boy must be the son of Loki. The child had turned into a phoenix, a creature that reminded him most of the Ennead, the race of gods that Egyptian people of Midgard used to worship.
They should be extinct. He had wiped out their realm himself. It was a mockery to become one of those extinct creatures. The boy would have to be kept locked up.
Second, Nanna needed a punishment for her scandal, he couldn't even call it treason because he knew how she was and her high status and childhood made her ruthless, yet he hardly took her seriously. It wasn't as if she plotted to overthrow anyone, she had her own domain already and was always content with that. His son Baldur had repeatedly said so.
The Valkyrie, they had been simple bystanders, but he couldn't let this happen again.
And lastly Heimdall. Oh, my son is going to hear it from me. He thought.