Odin’s head turned to fix the gaze that was the cause of Thor’s anxiety upon the thunder god. He turned, his spear held in a relaxed grip as he walked toward his son. He said nothing at first, looking over Sleipnir as the stallion fidgeted slightly in discomfort. He seemed to be looking over Thor’s work critically, one foot kicking out to jerk the chain binding one of the animal’s many legs. Sleipnir wickered in distress but Odin was unmoved by the somewhat alarmed sound, nodding as the horse’s fidgeting remained docile and controlled by the chains. “Excellent.” Odin finally stated, turning to walk back toward the throne. “Take it out into the courtyard and await Heimdall. It is now in the Watcher’s hands. He will see that it finds its proper use.”
Odin nodded toward a servant nearby, the motion causing the man to stiffen slightly. “Summon the guardian to the front courtyard. Inform him that the beast is prepared for transport.” Sleipnir’s head jerked under the hood again, Odin’s detached orders causing the warhorse’s teeth to grind the bit once more.
With that Odin sat upon the throne, his gaze once more fixed on Thor. There was a pause, as the Allfather seemed to his next words carefully, then finally he gruffly stated “You’ve done well. Now get this creature out of my hall.” The last he directed toward Sleipnir, whose head shook restlessly while one foot clopped on the marble floor in a cadence of growing anxiety.