Authors Note: Soo yeah, i kinda got bored with my last story. Sorry bout that. But i swear I'll make if up with this one. These will probably be super short chapters, but hey, that means faster releases right? Idk if this premise is for everyone but enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Sorry Loki, but you messed up big time..."
Joseph awoke caked in sweat. "Holy crap, what the fuck was that...?" He didn't understand what had just happened.
Was it all just a dream? He still felt alive and well, but that all had felt realistic to him.
Especially the feeling of residual fear and phantom pain that he still had from being impaled. The red eyed monster furiously giving chase. His friends horrified screams in the background. No way was that just a dream.
But as soon as his memories surfaced, they became fuzzy. Becoming harder and harder to remember.
Eventually, he mustered up enough strength to sit up and take in his surroundings.
He was situated in a white bed in the middle of a bronze cathedral sized room. The ceiling rose so high that it made him dizzy just trying to make sense of it. Oddly enough, the bed he sat on was the only piece of furniture in the gargantuan room.
He absentmindedly brought a hand to his chest, where he was surprised to find no scar or anything at all. Although, even more startling was the fact that all he felt was solid muscle.
In a panicked fashion, he stripped off his blue tee, disbelief filled his eyes at what he was seeing.
No way on earth was this his body.
Replacing his paltry six pack flabs, were now smooth toned abs. He continued to fiddle around, occasionally poking and prodding, expecting it to be an illusion or paint.
"You're awake Joseph" A hoarse voice called out next to him.
Startled, he unconsciously threw a punch at the direction at the voice. To his surprise, his fist was caught with ease. And the one who caught it was an old man with an eyepatch.
Oh crap, he had nearly clocked an elderly person.
The old man chuckled before releasing his grip. "No need to be all jumpy now. Your safe here"
Before receiving a response, the old man reached inside his robes and pulled out a hot dog, ketchup and all. "Hungry?" He asked.
Joseph had no way of knowing where or how that hot dog came to be, but he rather he didn't know so kindly declined the offer.
"Suit yourself" The old man mutters before inhaling the food.
"I bet your wondering where you are right now. And believe me when I say that you have no need to be alarmed. My name is Odin, the Allfather"
After a good few seconds of conplete silence, Odin came to the conclusion that his words weren't getting through. He motioned his hands in an exaggerated fashion and a gleaming golden spear appeared.
"Pretty cool eh?" Odin proudly exclaimed. "I'm pretty awesome if I do say so myself"
A dubious expression creeped onto Joseph's face. "Uh-huh... Just tell me straight up, did I like fall for the free candy in the van trick and get my organs harvested?" He asked.
Odin's eyes widened at the question.
"Absolutely preposterous! What need do I have for organs?" Odin stroked his white beard. "Right, right. You don't remember..."
"Don't remember what?" Joseph asked. He had multiple questions he wanted to ask; where was he, what happened, how did he get abs. But at the moment all he could do was act somewhat courteous.
"Your in Valhalla lad!" Odin raised his hands into a V-formation, no doubt expecting praise, bowing, or at least a gasp.
To Odin's dismay, all he got was an even more perplexed gaze from Joseph.
Joseph's mind spun under intense nausea. What the hell was happening? Was this all some sort of drug induced trip? That was all he thought about before he promptly blacked out.
Odin's smile finally faltered. "Ah... he... he fainted"