Summary of the story
Perseus is the last child of Thor, the God of Thunder, Warfare and justice, and Lady Sif, goddess of Family and fertility. He is born only a few moments before Ragnarok, the end of the Asgardian world. In order to save the boy's life, Odin asks Poseidon to adopt him, from where he goes on quests to save the world from Kronos, Gaia and many more.
The story will mostly stick to canon, written by Rick Riordan of course. The characters are his, I don't own them, neither desire to derive any profit from them. This fanfic is only meant for fun, so enjoy reading.
PS: It's my first fanfic, so I would really appreciate if you guys put your reviews down about how it's going. And, if you want any changes, just let me know. Also, if you feel like the Story is similar to The Son of Thor, written by Darkgamer08, that's because it is. I am only reiterating it as he is probably discontinuing, and as such will stick much more to canon.
Third Person POV:
Asgard, the most majestic of all the 9 realms. The winding cobbled streets were bustling as crowds of people went about their lives. But, the people weren't happy. No, only acceptance and hopelessness was found on the faces of the Asgardians. After all, Ragnarok was inevitable. There was nothing they could do.
Suddenly, a shriek of pain tore across the realm, followed by a thunderclap that tore apart the clouds. Windows broke, as citizens prepared for the worst. The end, of everything. But, instead of war horns and weapons, what the Asgardians heard brought laughter and joy to the peoples' faces, if only for a moment. It was a cry, the cry of a newborn.
A few minutes later, a couple walked towards the palace, as people parted from their way, kneeling in their presence. The man was in his thirties, with the poise of a true warrior. He was tall, 6'6, with barely concealed muscles rippling along his robes. His blond hair were regal yet untamed, flowing wildly in the wind. The man's face was that of an aristocrat, but the gaze of his royal blue eyes was that of a leader. Next to him, with his hand on her shoulders, was the most beautiful woman in existence. She wore a simple white dress, yet it did nothing other than outlining her hourglass figure. Her soft yellow eyes glowed with joy and her long black hair swayed with the wind to their own rhythm. She carried a small boy in her hands, wrapped in a blue blanket. The boy's eyes matched the royal blue of his father's but had the soft yellow mirth from his mother's. The boy's cheeks were puffy, first from crying and then from the continuous laughter.
The trio entered into the throne room of the Gods, to find two men waiting for them. On the step leading to the throne, sat a man in his twenties with a cheerful smile on his face. But, the smile was of a troublemaker. The man was 6'3, with golden eyes that held mischief, yet meant no harm. At least, not anymore. His clothes were green as unripe fruit, dark, yet pretty. His helmet was made of pure Asgardian Gold, with the rams' horns glinting in the light. Above him, on the throne of Asgard, sat an old man in his 70's. He was the newborn's grandfather. He wore an eyepatch on his right eye, his sacrifice for gaining knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. His sceptre glowed with power, the second strongest weapon on Asgard. The man had the face of a ruler, one hardened by millennia of war, but a playful smile played on his lips. He looked at his son and daughter in law, pride showing from his eye. He said, "Thor, my son. I see that Lady Sif has given birth to a healthy boy. Have you decided on the child's name?"
Thor had a proud smile on his face, and replied," Yes father, we have. Our fourth child shall be known as Perseus."
The old man, All-father Odin smiled gently. Yet, the man sitting on the steps was confused. He asked, "Congratulations for your child brother. But if I may ask, why have you given him a Greek name?"
"It is because I deemed it so, Loki." The man called Loki was curious only moments ago, but now shrugged with indifference. Odin's expression now turned serious, as he said, "Thor, Sif, as much as it pains me to do this, we need to prepare the boy. He must survive to ensure the legacy of Asgard goes on. "
Thor then took Perseus to Odin, as Sif wept silently, losing hope. Loki, who seemed to be the only one out of the loop, asked, "Father, how will the boy survive? We are all destined to die on Ragnarok."
"Son, it is only our destiny to perish on Ragnarok. The boy is not affected by the fates, and as such, is not part of our destinies. Hence, the boy shall be sent to Midgard, for his own protection." Odin replied. Sif then entered the conversation, anxiety spread across her face as her voice filled with worry, "But my lord, Midgard is home to the Greeks. Puny as they may be, won't they try to kill, or torture Perseus?"
Odin had planned for this possibility, and answered in a clam and soothing tone, "Zeus' jealousy may push him to those extremes, but don't worry. Perseus will be protected by an Olympian I consider a friend."
They all smiled, as they knew who Odin was talking about. Poseidon, God of the Seas, and the strongest Olympian. Odin, realizing that they all knew, said, "Yes, I have summoned him, and he shall adopt Perseus." Not a moment had passed, as a portal opened and a Sea Green flash of light signaled the God's arrival.
Poseidon stood at 6'2, with a trident in his hand, created from an indestructible alloy of Atlantean Silver and Celestial Bronze. His beard and hair were black as coal, and he wore a normal beach attire comprising of Bermuda shorts, slippers and a Hawaiian shirt hugging his muscled physique. His sea-green eyes scanned the scene before him, and he bowed down to the four gods present in front of him. After all, each one was exponentially stronger than the Primordials, and Poseidon had no intention of offending such powerful beings. Poseidon looked up to Odin for answers, and asked, "Lord Odin, it is an honour to meet you again. But pray tell the reason for my summoning."
Odin explained the situation, the arrival of Ragnarok, what they had planned for Perseus and how Poseidon fit in. As he did so, Poseidon stood with the three Gods, crying openly as Thor, Loki, Sif and Poseidon all wept together. Once the All-father finished, Poseidon said without hesitation, "I will do as you command Lord Odin. You all have been more of a family to me than the Olympian Council, and any son of Thor and Lady Sif is a son to me."
At this, Thor said his final goodbyes to his son, and Sif wept openly, her sadness and grief too much to hold in. Loki, on the other hand, went up to Odin and whispered in his ear. Whatever he said, Odin agreed to. With a flash of emerald light, Loki disappeared from their sights.
Odin then informed Poseidon, "I have placed a spell on the boy, so that soon as he passes through the portal, he shall be rendered mortal till adulthood." Thor and Sif yelled in outrage, their grief replaced by pain and anger. Odin raised his hand, as silence swept the room.
"The spell is only for the boy's safety. No immortal can be a being of two pantheons, it is against the Ancient Laws. While Lord Chaos may be willing to let this happen, other beings are not aware of it. So, in order to protect Perseus, this spell has to be done."
Thunder shook the castle as lightning surrounded Thor. A few moments later, Mjolnir was in his hand, the hammer glowing with power. He went up to Poseidon with tears in the God's fearsome eyes, and said, "Give it to him when it's time. It's my first and last gift to him, make sure he gets it at the right time."
"I will Thor, I swear on the River Styx." Because he was in Asgard, Poseidon could not hear the thunder, but knew in his bones that the oath had been made. Suddenly, a distant boom shook the floors of Asgard. Three war horns sounded one after the other, herald to the apocalypse.
"Go! Now!" Odin and Thor shouted at the same time, as Poseidon took Perseus from his crib next to the throne, and jumped through the portal just as it closed behind him. Fresh tears overlapped the path of his old ones, as he knew it in his heart that he would never see his friends again.