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omelianchik100Hello, I’m looking for a Thorki beta that’s available. This is my first time writing a Thorki fanfic, and it’s not really mine, it’s a translation from one of the most popular Thorki writers in the Latinx community. It’s a shame it hasn’t been able to reach a broader audience because of the language barrier. I’m fluent in both Spanish and English but I would still like for a native in the language to give me their observations regarding my grammar and style of translating/interpreting. Here is some of the basic info regarding the fanfic. I’m planning on posting it on Ao3 and give full credit to the original author, of course.
Title: Of Mischief and Lies (De ardides y mentiras)
Tags: Mpreg, AU, based on the first Thor movie but deviates entirely off at a certain point, Thor and Loki are not siblings in this story, Thorki still rules though, graphic depictions of violence, intrigue galore, beware there be smut, and dragons!, slow burn, loooong chapters, influenced by Marvel comics, influenced by MCU movies, influenced by the politics, magic and intrigue in the GoT universe (tv show & books), if Loki existed in GoT, arranged marriage, world building, made up cultural customs, norse religion & lore.
Summary: "This magic kills whoever carries it," they told Loki the day he found out that he was carrying Thor's son. With their son increasingly alive and Loki increasingly dead, it's time for both of them to show whether the strength of one and the cunning of the other are enough to beat fate itself.
Author’s translated notes for Chapter 1: I must clarify that this fic isn't pre or post any one movie, winks are made to them but they're not truly connected, after all this is an AU. We take quite a number of liberties within Norse mythology but we always try to establish a logical basis to the events that are indicated. To cut to the chase, this fic takes place without Odin adopting Loki. Loki is Laufey's child and he never wished to conquer Midgard. This fic was born from reading way too much George R. R. Martin, Valerio Massimo Manfredi and seeing Thor 2 at least four times. I also blame Hiddlesworth...
Such a meeting had not been witnessed in hundreds of years, the need at hand was pressing this gathering between two kings, arrogant and proud like no other in the Nine Kingdoms. The meeting was agreed upon in Asgard, the golden city, where King Laufey of Jötunheim, and part of his court, were allowed safe passage. This morning would become an eventful one for any member of the royal service and even among the æsir generals; for the last time an ice giant had stepped foot in Asgard had been in bloody battle eons ago. Many even only knew about them through children’s stories. It was said that in that monumental day, there was some snow in Asgard and that a frozen wave seeped through the gate at the entrance of the kingdom.
At the agreed time, the Bifröst opened up for the guests and they arrived without any mishap, they passed the guardian, Heimdall. A cortege was already waiting for them to take them across the bridge to Valaskjálf, Odin’s palace. Laufey was easy to distinguish, he was the largest giant among those who accompanied him, the reflection of his skin seemed more like glass than ice and in his red eyes you could foresee evil combined with cunning. He wore golden jewelry, as befitted someone of his rank, though his clothes looked rather plain for someone intrinsic to a snow-filled country. The rest of his court, made up of warriors, carried massive greatswords and ice weapons that would’ve never been used in Asgard because of their hindering weight.
They were greeted by the royal family: Odin, his loving wife Frigga, and their son and heir, Thor. Laufey glanced poignantly at the young man before allowing himself to be led into the King’s private chamber where they would speak and to which only members of the war council would have access.
For it was war they were going to discuss.
Everyone took a position at the round table. The weapons had to be handed over upon entering the room as a sign of good will. A herald remained at the foot of the table, he had in his hands a scroll that seemed more like a long letter, he then proceeded to read it.
“King Odin, self-proclaimed All-Father, author of a great offense without any provocation, who with avid pride has proclaimed kingdoms that don’t belong to him as his own. The damage suffered to both kingdoms has been enormous. This is why he is asked for proper compensation for the stolen treasures, a sizable quantity of Iðunn’s golden apples, and three hundred slaves. If you don’t comply with our requests we will have to consider you an enemy, with all that that entails. Signed, Gerenot and Giselher, kings of Nornheim and Alfheim.”
The herald folded the scroll again.
Laufey smiled, not with genuine derision but it was obvious that he found the situation amusing. He rested his arm on the table and waved to one of his generals who unraveled a parchment exactly the same as the one before, it even had the same broken seal. Odin looked at him with his good eye, as if he could see through and already know what was written.
“King Laufey, supreme ice giant. We’re aware of the grievances, well-known throughout the Nine Kingdoms, which you’ve suffered at the hands of Odin, King of Asgard. We invite you to join our fight against the golden kingdom. The spoils will be vast, the glory everlasting, and your satisfaction will at last be rewarded. In order for us to talk about what has happened in our realms at the hands of the oppressor, if it suits you…” Reaching that part the giant fell silent as he was previously instructed. “Signed, Gerenot, King of Nornheim,” he concluded.
The two sovereigns looked at each other. For Laufey it was obvious that for once in his life, Odin needed another ruler other than himself, and that brought more satisfaction than even the idea of thrashing the one-eyed king against his fine table.
“Does he invite you to meet with him?” asked Odin. That the meeting had begun with secrets was not agreeable to him.
“Next week, therefore you’ve been quite diligent with your own invitation. Presently, I believe we’re here to decide what I am to answer to generous, King Gerenot,” Laufey said.
“You can answer him in whatever way pleases you, Laufey, but it will depend on whether you want Asgard to be your enemy or not; we have already faced each other in the past and we both know how that was settled,” Odin said with a smile almost as identical to Laufey’s. If the giant king felt insulted by such an assertion, he only let it be known by a slight look of disdain.
“What do I get from making a pact with Asgard?” He went straight to the point, if he was in Asgard and not in Nornheim, it was because he had already considered which coalition brought him the most benefits, and he believed he was choosing the winning side. “I want a solid alliance between us, and equal distribution of arms, prisoners, glory, and the treasures of both kingdoms that dared to challenge you,” he said, staring at Odin, he nodded at his request. “I will send a small court from Jötunheim, sons of nobles, to be trained in Asgard. You can send some of your warriors as well, they will be treated with the greatest diligence in my kingdom,” he added. The All-Father seemed to ponder it for a moment. “And I want one of my children to be married to yours,” was the end of Laufey’s request.
Odin at that moment seemed much more serious.
"I have only one son, Laufey, and he has been engaged for years to a young lady from the æsir court. We honor our word in these respects,” he explained.
“You must know that in Jötunheim traditions are different, we also respect the oaths made and the bonds of marriage, even if we have more than one wife.” Odin was aware that things were different in Jötunheim, that Laufey actually had or had had two queens at some point. “I won’t ask for my offspring to claim the first link, let it be given to your dear Asgardian; but my child may as well be the second consort, with the same honor and glory,” said Laufey, turning his face aside. “Along with this marriage, there will be twenty thousand Jötnar soldiers, an armory, a thousand war beasts, and a peace agreement. That’s my proposal,” Laufey said.
Odin was beginning to believe that in fact, that had always been his first intention and that this union was what he was truly after. What Odin really wanted to know, was why? He didn't trust Laufey. If he had summoned him, it was because there was no other king left in the Nine Realms to bargain with. Two of them were his enemies, the Svartálfar, during the Council of Kings, made it clear that they would not enter the war and would not choose sides; while his ally, the Vanr King, had finally died, overcome by old age.
"If I recall correctly, Gerenot has a son, what is his name?" It seemed as if Laufey was asking another of his giants when in fact it was just a ruse. “Oh, yes, Hagen!" he said.
"Maybe you can sell your progeny to the highest bidder but-
"But you will not? Is that what you’re going to tell me, Odin? Your pride will lead you to perdition, we both know it, or did you really think I’d simply become your faithful servant, a pawn who would sacrifice his own people for the sake of your greatness? I want this, Odin. if I don’t get it, then I have wasted my time and we will see each other on the battlefield, not as allies but as enemies,” he said, settling the question.
Laufey had carefully chosen his words, he already knew that Odin was going to accept the proposed alliance between them, he knew what he was going to ask for at that moment; and if he was not satisfied he was going to join the other two kingdoms. Asgard was powerful but it couldn’t handle three enemies at the same time, it would just be too much. Asgard would fall into fire, despair and death.
"My king," one of the council members dared to say, "It doesn’t seem like an insane request to me. Young Thor can certainly have two wives, we must not consider King Laufey’s offer as an affront. We must think on it for the good of all,” said the man.
Silence gripped the room and for a moment it seemed as if Laufey was better off talking to Gerenot about his son, Hagen.
"Alright," Odin agreed. “I want those twenty thousand soldiers that you presume will be ready within a week, and those young Jötnar must arrive within two days in the court of Asgard, I suppose they will come along with your offspring. I want children of nobles, not second lords, and I’ll only admit five. I will not send any warriors to Jötunheim, they will all be in the battlefield so they will have to decline your hospitality for the moment,” Odin said.
Laufey nodded accepting that, it was obvious that it was the last proposal that really interested him.
"Half a year," he said suddenly, "in half a year they must be married. That is my last request, that and that it be put in writing, since I know how much you love putting your signature on a document that states it so,” Laufey finished.
It was done as requested. One of the members of the council was taking note of it in an agreement that listed everything that had been said, including the marriage and destiny of two people who had not even met. It was done to the satisfaction of both of them, although Odin was certain that there was something more to those demands that the giant king had made. Laufey’s stay was prolonged with a sober banquet among a chosen court of æsir, and that very night the King of Jötunheim left for his kingdom.
Frigga, Odin’s beloved, paused beside him on one of Valaskjálf’s balconies. She had seen her husband patient, polite but at the same time tense during dinner. In appearance everything was fine with Laufey, it seemed there would be an agreement between them, yet she could not understand what was causing Odin such torment.
"Is something wrong, beloved?" She asked, standing by his side.
Odin spun around immediately, catching her gaze with his one good eye.
"Call Thor, we must talk about his new wife."
*
Title: Of Mischief and Lies (De ardides y mentiras)
Tags: Mpreg, AU, based on the first Thor movie but deviates entirely off at a certain point, Thor and Loki are not siblings in this story, Thorki still rules though, graphic depictions of violence, intrigue galore, beware there be smut, and dragons!, slow burn, loooong chapters, influenced by Marvel comics, influenced by MCU movies, influenced by the politics, magic and intrigue in the GoT universe (tv show & books), if Loki existed in GoT, arranged marriage, world building, made up cultural customs, norse religion & lore.
Summary: "This magic kills whoever carries it," they told Loki the day he found out that he was carrying Thor's son. With their son increasingly alive and Loki increasingly dead, it's time for both of them to show whether the strength of one and the cunning of the other are enough to beat fate itself.
Author’s translated notes for Chapter 1: I must clarify that this fic isn't pre or post any one movie, winks are made to them but they're not truly connected, after all this is an AU. We take quite a number of liberties within Norse mythology but we always try to establish a logical basis to the events that are indicated. To cut to the chase, this fic takes place without Odin adopting Loki. Loki is Laufey's child and he never wished to conquer Midgard. This fic was born from reading way too much George R. R. Martin, Valerio Massimo Manfredi and seeing Thor 2 at least four times. I also blame Hiddlesworth...
Such a meeting had not been witnessed in hundreds of years, the need at hand was pressing this gathering between two kings, arrogant and proud like no other in the Nine Kingdoms. The meeting was agreed upon in Asgard, the golden city, where King Laufey of Jötunheim, and part of his court, were allowed safe passage. This morning would become an eventful one for any member of the royal service and even among the æsir generals; for the last time an ice giant had stepped foot in Asgard had been in bloody battle eons ago. Many even only knew about them through children’s stories. It was said that in that monumental day, there was some snow in Asgard and that a frozen wave seeped through the gate at the entrance of the kingdom.
At the agreed time, the Bifröst opened up for the guests and they arrived without any mishap, they passed the guardian, Heimdall. A cortege was already waiting for them to take them across the bridge to Valaskjálf, Odin’s palace. Laufey was easy to distinguish, he was the largest giant among those who accompanied him, the reflection of his skin seemed more like glass than ice and in his red eyes you could foresee evil combined with cunning. He wore golden jewelry, as befitted someone of his rank, though his clothes looked rather plain for someone intrinsic to a snow-filled country. The rest of his court, made up of warriors, carried massive greatswords and ice weapons that would’ve never been used in Asgard because of their hindering weight.
They were greeted by the royal family: Odin, his loving wife Frigga, and their son and heir, Thor. Laufey glanced poignantly at the young man before allowing himself to be led into the King’s private chamber where they would speak and to which only members of the war council would have access.
For it was war they were going to discuss.
Everyone took a position at the round table. The weapons had to be handed over upon entering the room as a sign of good will. A herald remained at the foot of the table, he had in his hands a scroll that seemed more like a long letter, he then proceeded to read it.
“King Odin, self-proclaimed All-Father, author of a great offense without any provocation, who with avid pride has proclaimed kingdoms that don’t belong to him as his own. The damage suffered to both kingdoms has been enormous. This is why he is asked for proper compensation for the stolen treasures, a sizable quantity of Iðunn’s golden apples, and three hundred slaves. If you don’t comply with our requests we will have to consider you an enemy, with all that that entails. Signed, Gerenot and Giselher, kings of Nornheim and Alfheim.”
The herald folded the scroll again.
Laufey smiled, not with genuine derision but it was obvious that he found the situation amusing. He rested his arm on the table and waved to one of his generals who unraveled a parchment exactly the same as the one before, it even had the same broken seal. Odin looked at him with his good eye, as if he could see through and already know what was written.
“King Laufey, supreme ice giant. We’re aware of the grievances, well-known throughout the Nine Kingdoms, which you’ve suffered at the hands of Odin, King of Asgard. We invite you to join our fight against the golden kingdom. The spoils will be vast, the glory everlasting, and your satisfaction will at last be rewarded. In order for us to talk about what has happened in our realms at the hands of the oppressor, if it suits you…” Reaching that part the giant fell silent as he was previously instructed. “Signed, Gerenot, King of Nornheim,” he concluded.
The two sovereigns looked at each other. For Laufey it was obvious that for once in his life, Odin needed another ruler other than himself, and that brought more satisfaction than even the idea of thrashing the one-eyed king against his fine table.
“Does he invite you to meet with him?” asked Odin. That the meeting had begun with secrets was not agreeable to him.
“Next week, therefore you’ve been quite diligent with your own invitation. Presently, I believe we’re here to decide what I am to answer to generous, King Gerenot,” Laufey said.
“You can answer him in whatever way pleases you, Laufey, but it will depend on whether you want Asgard to be your enemy or not; we have already faced each other in the past and we both know how that was settled,” Odin said with a smile almost as identical to Laufey’s. If the giant king felt insulted by such an assertion, he only let it be known by a slight look of disdain.
“What do I get from making a pact with Asgard?” He went straight to the point, if he was in Asgard and not in Nornheim, it was because he had already considered which coalition brought him the most benefits, and he believed he was choosing the winning side. “I want a solid alliance between us, and equal distribution of arms, prisoners, glory, and the treasures of both kingdoms that dared to challenge you,” he said, staring at Odin, he nodded at his request. “I will send a small court from Jötunheim, sons of nobles, to be trained in Asgard. You can send some of your warriors as well, they will be treated with the greatest diligence in my kingdom,” he added. The All-Father seemed to ponder it for a moment. “And I want one of my children to be married to yours,” was the end of Laufey’s request.
Odin at that moment seemed much more serious.
"I have only one son, Laufey, and he has been engaged for years to a young lady from the æsir court. We honor our word in these respects,” he explained.
“You must know that in Jötunheim traditions are different, we also respect the oaths made and the bonds of marriage, even if we have more than one wife.” Odin was aware that things were different in Jötunheim, that Laufey actually had or had had two queens at some point. “I won’t ask for my offspring to claim the first link, let it be given to your dear Asgardian; but my child may as well be the second consort, with the same honor and glory,” said Laufey, turning his face aside. “Along with this marriage, there will be twenty thousand Jötnar soldiers, an armory, a thousand war beasts, and a peace agreement. That’s my proposal,” Laufey said.
Odin was beginning to believe that in fact, that had always been his first intention and that this union was what he was truly after. What Odin really wanted to know, was why? He didn't trust Laufey. If he had summoned him, it was because there was no other king left in the Nine Realms to bargain with. Two of them were his enemies, the Svartálfar, during the Council of Kings, made it clear that they would not enter the war and would not choose sides; while his ally, the Vanr King, had finally died, overcome by old age.
"If I recall correctly, Gerenot has a son, what is his name?" It seemed as if Laufey was asking another of his giants when in fact it was just a ruse. “Oh, yes, Hagen!" he said.
"Maybe you can sell your progeny to the highest bidder but-
"But you will not? Is that what you’re going to tell me, Odin? Your pride will lead you to perdition, we both know it, or did you really think I’d simply become your faithful servant, a pawn who would sacrifice his own people for the sake of your greatness? I want this, Odin. if I don’t get it, then I have wasted my time and we will see each other on the battlefield, not as allies but as enemies,” he said, settling the question.
Laufey had carefully chosen his words, he already knew that Odin was going to accept the proposed alliance between them, he knew what he was going to ask for at that moment; and if he was not satisfied he was going to join the other two kingdoms. Asgard was powerful but it couldn’t handle three enemies at the same time, it would just be too much. Asgard would fall into fire, despair and death.
"My king," one of the council members dared to say, "It doesn’t seem like an insane request to me. Young Thor can certainly have two wives, we must not consider King Laufey’s offer as an affront. We must think on it for the good of all,” said the man.
Silence gripped the room and for a moment it seemed as if Laufey was better off talking to Gerenot about his son, Hagen.
"Alright," Odin agreed. “I want those twenty thousand soldiers that you presume will be ready within a week, and those young Jötnar must arrive within two days in the court of Asgard, I suppose they will come along with your offspring. I want children of nobles, not second lords, and I’ll only admit five. I will not send any warriors to Jötunheim, they will all be in the battlefield so they will have to decline your hospitality for the moment,” Odin said.
Laufey nodded accepting that, it was obvious that it was the last proposal that really interested him.
"Half a year," he said suddenly, "in half a year they must be married. That is my last request, that and that it be put in writing, since I know how much you love putting your signature on a document that states it so,” Laufey finished.
It was done as requested. One of the members of the council was taking note of it in an agreement that listed everything that had been said, including the marriage and destiny of two people who had not even met. It was done to the satisfaction of both of them, although Odin was certain that there was something more to those demands that the giant king had made. Laufey’s stay was prolonged with a sober banquet among a chosen court of æsir, and that very night the King of Jötunheim left for his kingdom.
Frigga, Odin’s beloved, paused beside him on one of Valaskjálf’s balconies. She had seen her husband patient, polite but at the same time tense during dinner. In appearance everything was fine with Laufey, it seemed there would be an agreement between them, yet she could not understand what was causing Odin such torment.
"Is something wrong, beloved?" She asked, standing by his side.
Odin spun around immediately, catching her gaze with his one good eye.
"Call Thor, we must talk about his new wife."
*
