I ran to warn Odin. Clattering down stone steps, racing across courtyards, throwing open one door after another, to the All Father's wing I sped. I flung myself toward the barred wooden door to his bedroom, to beat my fists against it until Odin came. But the door was open and in his fragrant of mead and wenches well-lit room, Odin admired himself in a silver mirror.
"O father! They have broken their guest-friendship," I shouted. "The Jotunn come armed with Ymir as their general. You must protect yourself. Asgard is your home not theirs. In your son's stead, you must call out your soldiers. For Thor Odinson is away playing in Midgard. I have seen what these brutes can do. You must..."
"Ymir is not my enemy."
"He is, O father. I know you do not trust me. I beg you to trust me now. For the sake of your children. For your own dear sake. For the sake of Asgard. The Jotunn have come for Thor and when they realize he is not here they will demand retribution."
"No," said Odin, angling the mirror and smiling at what he saw. "The Jotunn have come for me."