People went to their beds that night expecting everything to be over. They were convinced that the Jotun threat was dealt with. Heimdall patrolled the area and looked pleased with himself. He too believed the Jotun threat was over. There was however one who had doubts. The old man had looked into the eyes of every condemned and had put the ward of containment on them. None had reacted like a Jotun would. Only the strongest of Jotun could hide their fear. And surely the Jotun would not send their masters to this task. He was in doubt. The presence of three Gods in their midst spoke of dire circumstances. The ways of the gods truly are inscrutable. Why had they come? Why care that two kingdoms were destroyed?... Questions only one could answer. The old man found who he was looking for. “Master I beseech you. I have but a small question.” The other man, an elderly man but not as old as the Hovgod, answered: “Speak you mind child.” The old man bowed and continued: “You walk amongst us and has brought two others. What importance lies in this?” The elderly man known only to a few as Gaute gazed at the Hovgod. “I have come to monitor the Jotun movements. They are up to something and I have come to see what it is first hand.” The old man replied: “I am but an old servant and have served thee all my life. Yet Odin always sends someone else to do his bidding. Forgive me if I sound disrespectful.” The man known to this retinue as Husar smiled. “Yes you are right. I normally do not come in person; it has been several thousand years since last time. I though I needed to fresh up on old tricks. Worry not old friend, I am but a short time amongst you. I needed to get out and used this as an excuse.”

The old man took comfort in this and returned to his resting place. Odin aka Husar walked back to where he slept. There had to be a reason for this slaughter. This was quite unlike the Jotun, to pursue the annihilation of two kingdoms. True they came now and again when they had too much mead in them and killed the odd human. But this was purposeful; an agenda behind it.

He entered the tent and stopped. There in the shadow was a presence, most likely a Jotun.
"Come forward whoever you are, I will not hide this time." From the shadow appeared a huge Jotun. He had to stoop in the tent. The Jotun rumbled: “I knew you were not who you appeared to be. I will have to send you back to Asgard old foe.” Before Odin could react the Jotun had put the confinement spell on him and he could not transform to his true form. “Who are you that know of these things?”
The shadow smiled white fangs, “I am sorry I have not introduced myself, I am Utgard Loke, King of Jotun. It was I who bested Thor in games. It was me who wrought havoc on your kingdom and it will be me who take the throne of Asgard after Ragnarok.”
Odin still in Husar’s form stepped backwards. This was the king of Jotun a formidable opponent and not someone who you could combat whilst not in your true form.
The Jotun followed and they went back outside.
“What are you doing here? Why kill all these innocents?”
“Ah old foe, this is a gift to Hel. She has my brother imprisoned and I want him released. Hopefully these people will please her.”
Odin still backed away. “But these are mostly warriors that will go to Valhalla and eat at my table. Surely you know of this?”
The Jotun continued to smile. “Yes I know, but by killing their lords and their warriors, chaos will reign in their kingdoms. Lot’s of people will die and those are not worthy of your halls. Now we have talked enough.”
The Jotun King made a conjuration “RETURNER HEIM!!“ and Husar was no more.
Odin found himself in Asgard not far from his hall. This was the Jotun King’s round. It would be best if nobody found out about this.

Heimdall was returning home from his patrol and saw the looming shadow standing on the path. Heimdall unsheathed his mighty sword and was ready to battle. The Jotun stood there smiling, the golden eyes glowing in the twilight.
“I see we missed one of you. Prepare to die, Heimdall will send you back to where you came from.”
The Jotun took from his back a battle axe. “You fought well the last time Æsir, but this time you will lose, as true as my name is Rugne, the Jotun Champion of Utgards Loke.”
Heimdall attacked the Jotun Champion and aimed for his heart. The large and strong Jotun deflected Heimdall’s sword easily.
“I am not Loki and he was never good at fighting one on one.”
The large Jotun attacked and all Heimdall could do was to try defending himself from the vicious Jotun axe. The axe was obviously magical because it cut through the blade of Heimdall’s sword like knife in butter.
All Heimdall could do was to wish himself back to Asgard and as the axe of Rugne fell with inhuman speed towards where Heimdall had been, it found only stone ground.
Heimdall was back in Asgard panting hard. To Hel with the lot, he would not lose an arm or worse for some pitiful humans. Best if he didn’t mention this to anyone.


Idun was sneaking around with her apples in a basket. She had orders from Odin to protect two of the men in the retinue each night.
This time she wanted to protect Alexander the Pretty Good.
As she entered the tent, apple in hand, she froze. In the tent two large shadows loomed. Their golden eyes glowed in the darkness.
“Welcome sweet Idun. I take it you want to give us one of those” he pointed at the apple. “Just put all of those apples down sweet Idun and return to Asgard. Your mission here is over. There are non left to save.” Two pairs of white fanged smiles appeared in the darkness.
She realised the truth of the Jotun’s words and wished herself home.
She vanished in thin air.

DonC was suddenly alone at Gulating. Where did everyone go? As he walked around looking for people, two huge forms appeared on his path. “Who are you?” he asked.
“Someone who wants you dead brave warrior. You can’t escape and tell the tale of all this. It is against our plan.” DonC was not easily scared, all though some falsely thought so. He unsheathed his sword and yelled: “I will not give in easily. I shall fight to the last breath.” He then lifted his sword and attacked the nearest Jotun. He was nearly there when the other Jotun stepped in front with a large Jotun axe and with an unthinkable speed cut DonC in half.
DonC found himself on the back of a horse with a beautiful blond in front of him. He exclaimed: “I thought you Valkyries wore nothing but a bikini made of steel?” The woman in front of him had nothing but a white cloth tied around her waste. “That was last century, brave warrior; we decided to make our warriors a little more welcome. Now hold on, our journey will be bumpy.” DonC grabbed hold on the beauty and was in heaven… twice.


JOTUN VICTORY!!