The naming ceremony began with the low chanting of Skalds, their voices echoing through the towering halls of Gladsheim like a river flowing under moonlight. Thin incense smoke curled towards the high timber beams, carrying scents of pine resin and ironwood bark. Thor stood proudly at Odin's side, while Loki lingered behind a carved wolf pillar, eyes narrowed in quiet observation.
After the rites and blessings were spoken, and after the last of the attending gods had paid their respects to Odin's newborn son cradled in Frigg's arms, Odin turned to Zeus with his single eye steady and unreadable.
"Walk with me," he said in his gravel-deep voice.
Zeus inclined his head slightly, his golden hair sliding over his broad shoulders. He turned to Hera, resting his massive hand lightly on her arm.
"I will return soon."
