"Would you be so kind to follow me?", the Allfather asked in a lazy voice and did a gesture as he brushed off the angered state of mind of his son.

He was already a few steps ahead as he noticed that the one he has asked did not obey.

Once more.

A glimpse of annoyance crossed Odin's eye. He curled his lips and frowned. But his mouth did not open. Not yet. He wanted to give his son some time. After all, he was his father and knew how he worked.

Or least he thought so since, obviously, he wasn't all that good of a father.

"I want to go to your study.", Tyr pressed out between clenched teeth, his hands clenched to keep the monster at bay he had once embraced. "Now."

A little disinterested, Odin scratched the side of his face.

"We will go there.", he replied drily. "But before that, a favour for a favour."

"A favour?!", it burst out of the god of war. "You took someone from me! That's but a thief's doing. Not a favour."

The mood inside the great lodge shifted. People started to raise their heads and have a look. It wasn't often that the Allfather himself was presented like that in front of all the lesser gods.

By a lesser god. Or at least someone who wasn't as high and mighty as he was himself.

And it seemed to eat away on his pride.

Irritated, his lips curled and a clear expression of displeasure appeared all over his face. With his hand raised, Odin pointed at his son.

"You do not have the right to call me a thief, traitor!", he snarled. "You are the one who betrayed his own family. Your own father."

"I do not agree with your methods."

"So you steal from me in return?"

Taken by surprise Tyr froze. His eyebrows rose and for a brief second he needed to think what this thing might could have been. If he was completely honest with himself, he had taken many things without his fathers knowledge.

Not to mention that he had hid you from him, someone who was from a race that Odin considered his personal property.

Slaves, so to say.

But what race really other than his own did the Allfather not see beneath him?

Tyr sucked in a sharp breath, straightened his shoulders and raised his chin. Now he was looking down on the man he called father. Quite literally.

"I wish to have a look at your study.", he repeated in a forcefully calm voice.

Odin smiled.

"You will see them.", he said with a nod. "But not yet. I want you to go with me."

Hesitation struck Tyr. He could sense a sort of mischief. And the fact that he knew who his father was only added to this unfortunate foreshadowing.

"Where?", he asked, trying his hardest not to pick another fight.

He knew that your well-being was at the mercy of Odin's mood. And even if he hadn't gotten a hold of you, he most certainly was aware that you were not what you pretended to be.

The Allfather started to walk again.

This time, Tyr considered to follow him. But only hesitant.

"You know this place very well.", Odin explained as his ravens started to gather around their feet to teleport them. "We've spent quite a lot of time there when you were young, remember?"

The curtain of black feathers spread and a world of blue appeared. It was cold, so cold that ice started to form on the ground that was made of wood.

"The in between world...", Tyr recalled at the sight of the world trees branches. "You brought me here as a child."

Odin chuckled.

"You liked it quite a lot.", he pointed up to the endless realm. "Especially the stars. You were such a fascinated kid. So quick to learn and discover."

A grazing star passed by. Violets collided with blues and blacks. The in between realm was like a never ending night, calm and mesmerising but also empty and lacking the warmth of the day sometimes.

As a child Tyr had loved this place since the stars did not lie. He had studied them, created maps, which had then helped him get to realms that were beyond the Allfathers influence.

It had satisfied his longing for the unknown long enough. It had earned him wealth and a collection that made magpies die in envy.

But at some point it had not been enough. Not until he had found this land of sand and sun.

Egypt. That was what you had translated. It had charmed him but it wasn't enough to keep his heart satisfied long enough.

Not forever.

Who would have thought that he would find that one thing his entire existence had needed for completion in plain sight, so close in his reach?

And yet it was but so precious. Such a high price to pay.

What he was willing to do for you.

"Do you remember how you started to jump between the worlds thanks to this tree?", Odin asked as he stopped in front of a smaller tree, it's branched covered with ravens.

Their wings flapped in the air as the two approached, irritated by the sudden visit of their master and such a high guest.

"All of these creatures...", Tyr hummed at the sight. "Your slaves."

He expected his father to be upset. But instead earned not reaction but a slight chuckle. As if he was to make fun of his own son.

"I offered peace, Tyr.", Odin said and turned to face his son while the loose feathers of the ravens rained down on him like drops of death. "I offered it many times."

Goosebumps crawled down Tyr's spine. It was as if his own body wanted him to leave.

He knew that there was no good to come. But he needed to talk to the Allfather. To demand back what he needed to fill the void in his chest.

"Offering no war in exchange for unconditional obedience is no peace, Odin.", his feet made a step backwards out of caution. "It's oppression. And killing their kin in return? That's madness."

His fathers eyes tightened.

"You've always been so stern.", his fingers twitched. "So much like me. My perfect double. How unfortunate for the both of us that you refused to embrace that fact."

All at once the tip of Odin's spear pierced Tyr's shoulder.