Weathered (гет)

Odin knew how wars worked. He had fought them before, remembered how the victors turned their defeated enemy into no more than creatures to fear and slaughter. The Dark Elves were such things until Vanaheim was defeated, and then the Vanir took their place. He remembered the stories, grotesque as they were, and the barely concealed disgust Freya received when she arrived in Asgard, and how they only stopped after he allowed Vanaheim to trade again, four hundred years after the fact. It would be no different this time. The Jotun would become the monsters parents told their children of.
He could hide the truth of what the child was, pass him off as a pregnancy that they had kept hidden so Frigga would not appear vulnerable as she acted as regent. It would catch Asgard by surprise, but they would accept it. He wouldn’t be able to shield him from all the words said against the Jontar, but Odin could soften the blow of them. Perhaps he could just keep the truth from the child as he would the rest of Asgard, yet if the child were to ever find out…
(In which Odin still lies, he just tells a better one)