“They won’t.” Some of them may desire the Trickster’s death, but one thing Odin knew for certain was that Loki would live. Live to experience a terrible fate, one that would only end when the end of their world came upon them. It was a sad thing to know; Loki out of the way only meant the inevitable conclusion of him gaining his freedom someday.
Odin would have preferred Loki had stayed away rather than help the prophecy to march ahead, even unwise to it as he may be.
“There is nothing I can do to stop it.” The question had remained unasked between them, yet Odin could sense it hanging there. It was what brought him in the first place. A man’s wyrd must be faced. Odin himself had tried to avoid his own and now knew it could not be done. It had seemed as if each step he had taken to find a new path only brought him that much closer to this one. As if by trying to defy it, he only pushed it along.
“This, old friend, is out of my hands.” Again he sighed, wondering how much he should tell him. It would do Loki no good to know what was coming, and Odin himself only knew parts of it, he was sure. But perhaps if he knew, as Odin did, what he had already allowed to happen…would it make any difference?