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Acadia National Park, Maine

Odin and the child appeared in a flash of golden light. The instant the warm glow faded, however, a biting cold soon seeped into their bones. The child, who was wrapped tight in the crook of the Allfather's arm, gave a cry of discomfort to the chill. Fluffy white snow surrounded the odd-looking pair on all sides, even as more of the frozen flakes floated down from the heavens. A fine layer of frost coated the trees, and layers of snow were piled up into miniature hills which almost reached eye level.

Odin's spear glowed white hot in the hand which was not occupied by the squirming infant and soon a blanket of warm air wrapped itself around the pair, protecting them from winter's freezing embrace. Odin took one last look at the babbling child, his eye twinkling with amusement as the boy reached up and tugged lightly on the old man's beard, then began plodding through the wall of snow solemnly.

The screeches of snowy owls echoed overhead, greeting the king and his charge with reverence as the two made their way through the frozen wilderness. Odin breathed in the cool air with gusto, reveling in the smell of towering pines mixed with the crispness of winter. It was only when Odin began to near their destination did he begin to doubt his decision.

What am I thinking? He internally berated himself, "Child or not, this boy is a Greek! Frigg was always better with the children then I was anyhow, how can I raise this boy?" The god's struggle was interrupted by a gargle of joy as the child was rocked back in forth in the swinging stride of the Allfather. Odin peered down at the baby with an evaluating glance. Even as young as he was, Odin could see the sea green aura radiating from the child, pushing and pulling in waves of invisible light, like ocean tides. It would be no easy task to conceal the boy from monsters once he grew up, any wards Odin placed on him could only last so long. What struck Odin the most, however, was the amused innocence of the child's gaze that pierced the wandering god's very soul.

How many children have died due to my actions?" he thought somberly, "It was not so long ago that I was much like Zeus myself, doing whatever needed to be done to keep my power."

As if he could sense the old man's despair, the child's face morphed into a toothless grin, his eyes never leaving Odin's single orb as he stared up at him. Odin could feel his heart melt ever so slightly.

"Oh little one, we will just have to make this up as we go along then," Odin chuckled, strapping his spear onto his back and swinging the child up with both hands so their faces were level. "I will need your help just as much as you'll need mine if this in going to work, understand?" The child merely babbled unintelligibly in response. Odin grinned slightly before setting off once again, the boy now swaddled snugly against his chest.

It was only a few more paces before the pair reached a wall of tall trees which stood tall even among the thick embankment of snow that surrounded them. In a view that only the birds flying high above could see, a ring of these massive trees wrapped around in a circle, their canopies concealing anything that stood inside the barrier. The area inside appeared about a mile in circumference, making the dense wall appear quite odd indeed. However, if one were to look closely at the trunks of these trees, strangely shaped runes could be seen etched into the bark of each and every one. From runes of concealment to those of protection, every tree was inscribed with a magical character of some kind which would hide the ring from the snooping eyes of mortals and immortals alike.

The carvings standing at eye level with Odin were simple, spelling the word "door". The Allfather adjusted the bundle of blankets so that it once again rested only in one arm and then waved a hand over the runes, mumbling a spell of unlocking as he did so. The runes glowed a vibrant, earthy green as the magic took effect. Cracks began to appear in the thick trunk of the tree, the sounds of splitting wood resonating loudly throughout the quiet forest. Slowly the cracks spread until the outline of a door appeared in the trunk which then proceeded to swing open. Odin had to duck to enter the newly made doorway, clutching the child in his arms tightly as he strode across the threshold. As soon as he crossed into the ring, the door snapped shut behind him and the cracks resealed, leaving only a regular tree trunk in its absence.

There were no lights in the ring of trees. But then Odin placed his hand on the living wall next to him and muttered another short incantation. The moment the last word escaped Odin's lips, bright flashes of light appeared all along the walls of the dome he and the child found themselves in. Torches, which seemed to light themselves, stood out with radiant white flames along every other tree which made up the ring. Wooden lanterns, which were strung on emerald colored vines, hung from the branches of the trees overhead, casting shadows with their artificial sunlight. The light shone on lush grass and a variety of other flowers which adorned the forest floor and reflected off the bubbling stream which cut its way through the earth, seemingly unaffected by the outside elements.

However, in the very center of the clearing, stood the most impressive sight of all. A gargantuan ash tree stood proudly, pushing its way through the dense canopy created by the surrounding trees. This was the king of the forest, whose branches could touch the clouds, Yggdrasil. Once upon a time, the tree would have towered far above the Empire State Building and would have served as the connective hub for all of the nine worlds. However, in this day and age, both Odin and the tree needed to conceal themselves in order to keep the dying scraps of their pantheon alive. So, Yggdrasil shrunk to a still large, yet much more manageable size in order for it and Odin to hide from those who sought to harm them.

Ivy colored werelights danced among the branches and trunk of Yggdrasil, flying along the branches with the playful nature of pixies as they swirled around Odin and the child with interest; much to the boy's delight as he pawed at the air in an attempt to catch one of the glowing orbs. Odin strut, with the child still in hand, towards the massive tree; stepping over roots big enough to be trees themselves so as to avoid tripping with the delicate youngling still in his arms.

When he reached the trunk of the tree, an opening formed large enough for Odin to fit through without bending over, running a hand along the rough bark of the world tree as he entered. The inside was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, about the same size and shape of a sizeable apartment; which was strange considering the tree was circular from the outside. Odin removed his worn out hiking boots at the door and removed his spear, leaning it against the wall of the tree carefully. The roof of the room was lit with more hanging lanterns whose flames seemed not to bother the flammable branches of the world tree. There was furniture much like you would find in any living room, though it was made entirely of wood which was padded with soft grasses and other foliage. Connected directly to the living room was an open kitchen and dining room which gave the home a very open vibe. The kitchen was the only part of the room not made up of wood. It stood out with startling black and gray stone against the warm browns and greens that made up the rest of the house.

The baby squirming uncomfortably in Odin's arm brought him back to reality from his musing, however.

"Where in the blazes am I going to put you, little one," Odin wondered amusedly as the child opened and closed his mouth randomly as if trying to give the Allfather a good tongue lashing for not finding a more comfortable place to lay him down. Then, as if sensing his need, Yggdrasil gave a great groan. Odin gripped the edge of a wooden table to balance himself as the tree shook and creaked like someone walking on old floorboards. Slowly a doorway formed on the left side of the room, popping out of thin air and merging with the wall.

Odin failed to hide his shock at Yggdrasil's actions, causing his winter kissed eyebrows to shoot up almost to his hairline in surprise. Most of the time, Yggdrasil was more of a silent and passive force in Odin's life. The tree was such a powerful force of nature that its consciousness remained unconcerned about most things that troubled mortals and immortals alike, they all seemed as small as ants compared to the vastness of its connections.

Odin quickly shook off his surprise however and instead glared at the tree with an accusatory gaze, "If it was so easy for you to make room, why in the Hel have you kept me confined to this little room?"

His annoyance was soon replaced by amusement however as he chuckled down at the cherry-faced child squabbling in his strong arms, "It seems you have many fans little one," he chuckled, already walking towards the newly made room.

He was pleased with the simplicity of the dwelling. A simple wooden crib sat center stage in the room, furnished with the same soft grasses and leaves which softened the other furniture in the tree. It seemed to be made directly out of the tree itself. The legs of the crib sprouted directly from the floor, gnarled limbs that refined into smooth wood as the base of the cradle was constructed. What impressed the Allfather the most, however, was the spinning mobile hung from a vine stretching down from the ceiling. Leaves were cut out in the shape of animals, chasing each other around and around above the crib.

Odin's features softened from their usual statuesque state as he laid the child down in the soft crib. The child gurgled in approval at his new accommodations and, with a final stare at the bearded man above him, boring into the Allfather with eyes that contained a sea of emotion, the boy drifted into a dreamless sleep. It was only when the child's eyes closed did Odin see an etching of blue thread running along the side of the white cloth that surrounded the baby. Perseus it spelled.

"Ah, so that is your name little one." Odin whispered thoughtfully, "Well then get some rest, you have had a long day and have many more to come. Goodnight, Perseus." Odin left the child with a final smile and brushed the shock of black hair that adorned his head like a crown of shadows before quietly leaving the room, taking special care when closing the door.

When the door was firmly shut behind him, Odin leaned against it and released the tension in his body with a heavy sigh, "Oh Frigg, what am I going to do." His only answer was the smell of roses invading his nose on a breeze that should not have been able to enter the world tree. Odin clenched his eyes shut and did his damnedest not to let the tears run down his face.

Yay! Another chapter done! I got a lot of support on the first chapter so thank you, everyone! I hope this one meets your expectations as well! Let me know what you all think about Odin living in Yggdrasil and please leave any other comments and questions in the review section. Thank you for reading and hopefully, I'll have the next chapter out soon!