"Not all wars are waged with swords. Some begin with a kiss and end in ruin."
Part One: The First Blow
The Bifröst Bridge shimmered beneath the weight of gods and giants. A storm roared above it—not of nature, but of vengeance.On one end stood Suttung, cloaked in thunder and rage, his obsidian axe dragging sparks from the rainbow bridge.On the other, Odin, cloaked not in armor but in runes, flanked by Thor, Tyr, and the gods of the Aesir.
But before the first strike could be thrown, a wind swept across the battlefield—cold, female, burning.
Gunnlöð had arrived.
She descended like a blade of light, her feet not touching the ground. Her hair flowed like black fire, and her eyes burned with golden runes.
Odin stared at her, stunned.
So did Suttung.
"Daughter?" he asked.
But she didn't answer him.
Her gaze was fixed on the liar, the thief of her love and trust.
"Odin," she said, her voice carrying through the clouds, "do you still remember my name?"
He opened his mouth—but no words came.
Then Gunnlöð raised her hand—and the sky split in half.
Part Two: The Gods Bleed
The first attack did not come from the giants.
It came from Gunnlöð.
She unleashed a scream that turned into fire—a wave of molten gold that swallowed the front line of the gods. Thor threw up his hammer and deflected it, but not before it seared the banners of Valhalla.
Suttung charged, roaring like an avalanche. The bridge cracked beneath him as his axe met the shield of Tyr, the god of war. Sparks flew. Blood followed.
Thor met the fire giants head-on, his hammer singing thunder into their bones.
Loki laughed as he vanished and reappeared, stabbing from the shadows. "Ah," he grinned, "nothing like family reunions."
But Odin… Odin watched her.
Every rune burned in his skin.
Every heartbeat brought her closer.
Part Three: The Lover's Duel
She met him at the center of the Bifröst.
Odin raised his spear—Gungnir.
She raised her bare hand.
Their powers clashed in silence.
No sound. No scream.
Only memory.
She struck first—runic fire lashing through the air. Odin dodged, barely, his robe catching flame. She struck again—this time with her voice.
"You said you loved me."
He deflected her magic, wincing. "I did."
"Then why did you leave me alone in the dark?"
"I needed the mead," he whispered.
"You needed me." Her voice cracked. "You could have asked. I would have given it to you freely."
He froze.
She saw it.
The truth burned his face like the sun.
And in that second of hesitation, she pierced him.
Her runes struck his chest—golden fire searing into the same heart that once beat for her.
Odin stumbled back, falling to one knee.
Blood dripped from his lips.
Part Four: The Shattered Bridge
While the lovers clashed, the battle around them turned brutal.
Thor roared as his hammer shattered a mountain giant's skull.
Tyr bled from three wounds but fought on, holding the line.
Suttung brought down his axe on Heimdall, breaking the horn at the gate. The guardian of the Bifröst fell, his blood mingling with rainbow light.
The bridge itself began to crack.
Gunnlöð noticed.
"You'll destroy everything," she said to Odin.
He stood, trembling, eyes shining. "I know."
"Then yield."
"I cannot. The knowledge is mine now."
"Then I'll take it from your bones."
She struck again—but this time, Odin caught her wrist.
And suddenly—
They weren't fighting.
They were holding each other.
The fire between them froze.
Part Five: The Decision
Around them, the gods screamed. The bridge groaned. Suttung raised his axe to bring it all down.
But Gunnlöð didn't look away from Odin.
"I could kill you right now."
He nodded. "I wouldn't stop you."
"I should hate you."
"I deserve it."
"But…"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I still love you."
He closed his eye.
So did she.
And in the silence, something ancient cracked—not the bridge, not the world—but the curse of pain that held them both.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Not for taking the mead. But for leaving you in the dark."
"I know."
She pulled away.
And turned to face her father.
Part Six: The Broken Vow
"Enough," she said.
Suttung froze.
"I do not fight for you. I do not fight for him. I fight for me."
He raised his axe. "He defiled you."
She stepped forward. "He awoke me."
"Then you stand with him?"
She nodded slowly. "I stand for what is right."
The mountain giant roared in fury and charged.
But Gunnlöð was faster.
She summoned the power of the mountain beneath them—and collapsed the Bifröst.
All of it.
Odin screamed her name as the world fell into light.