HEY GUYS, I'M BACK. I HOPE YOU LIKED THE LAST ONE AND THE IDEA OF THE NORSE GODS ALSO EXISTING. THANKS GRINCH FOR THE REVIEW. ANYWAY, THIS ONE IS KIND OF SHORT SO YEA. I'LL BE SURE TO UPDATE AGAIN SOON THOUGH SO DON'T WORRY.
"Sweet Rhea," Achilles muttered as his senses regained. Trying to sit up, the god winced as a wave of nausea hit him, sending him back into his lying position. Groaning, Achilles placed a hand on his face feeling like he had just lost a drinking contest with Dionysus himself. As his senses regained, he was finally able to see clearly and feel his surroundings. He noticed that he was lying against a tree, his head resting on a sack. Sitting up, this time ignoring the nausea in his head, the war god took notice that Apollo no longer rode the sun chariot across the sky and instead, his sister rode the moon.
"Finally awake, are yah?" A voice asked.
Achilles flinched in surprise, reaching for his sword behind his back but was even more surprised to find that it wasn't there.
"Calm down, will yah. Yah'll give yerself a heart attack." the voice spoke, chuckling as it did.
Achilles turned to face where the voice had come from and noticed the burly-looking god sitting by a fire, poking the flame with a stick. Memories soon came pouring in as Achilles recounted the events that had taken place moments ago. There were these strange monsters. Ones that he had never seen before. And before he knew it, this foreign god came in and saved him. After that, it just all went blank.
"What happened?" Achilles finally asked cautiously.
The burly-looking god stopped bothering the fire before turning to face him, the light of the flame illuminating his face. "Well, after A' finished off the bastards, yah dropped like a sack of beans."
Achilles furrowed his eyebrows before standing then proceeded to slowly walk towards the god. Eyeing him cautiously, the war god considered whether he should sit or not.
Thor, taking notice of this chuckled before patting the log next to him. "A won' bite yah' if that's what yer worried about."
Achilles grunted before finally letting his guard down for now and sitting next to the god. They sat in silence for a while, nothing but the sound of humming coming from the burly god next to him. After a few moments, Achilles finally turned to face the god before speaking.
"Thord, right?" he asked, not quite remembering the name of the god next to him.
Thor stopped his humming before turning to speak to him. "Thor," he corrected. "It's ah simple name. Daena butcher it." he said with humor.
"Thor," Achilles repeated before nodding. "And you're a god?"
"Aye," was Thor's reply.
Achilles nodded before confusion filled him again. "I've never heard of you."
Thor let out a deep laugh before patting Achilles hard on the back, similar to how Zeus did. "Ya daena remember lad, but A' told yah that A'm not from here."
Achilles took time to process and understand what the god had meant before deciding to speak. "Explains the accent," he commented bluntly.
"Well, it seems yur a blunt one arn't yah?" Thor said.
Achilles looked at him guiltily. "Sorry, bad habit." he apologized
Thor let out another laugh. "Nae, it's alright. That's good. Yer honest."
Before Achilles could speak again, Thor cut him off. "Yer've had yer questions. A' have mine. Sweet Freya, A' daena even kno' yer name."
Achilles lifted his eyebrow at the strange curse that Thor had said at the start of his sentence before brushing it aside and answering the question. "Fair enough. My name is Achilles."
"Achilles," Thor repeated, stroking his mighty beard. "A' canna say A've heard that name before."
Achilles laughed for the first time before nodding. "Well, you're not from around here." he joked.
Thor let out another laugh. It seemed that he liked laughing, Achilles thought. "Aye. Are ya a god?"
Achilles nodded his head. "Yes. I am Achilles, Olympian God of War, Death, Fear, and Shadows." He said absentmindedly.
Thor spit the drink out of his mouth before letting out a series of coughs, pounding his chest as he did. After he had regained his composure, he stared at Achilles with wide eyes before speaking. "Well tha' explains a lot, doesn't it?! Odin's beard, yer an Olympian! A shoud have known! Tha' explains how yah held yer own against those damn draugr!"
"Draugr?" Achilles asked, confused as the words were foreign to his tongue.
Thor's face took a grim expression, the fire shining on his face. "Aye. Warriors of the dead. Ma' sister Hel, commands them. The Goddess of Death."
Achilles nodded before sighing. "If you're not from here, then why are you here?"
Thor's grim expression remained before he picked up a stick and began to bother the flames once more. "It's best A' explain things in front of yur council. Could ya take me to 'em?" he asked.
Achilles nodded. "Yea. Of course," he replied before standing up and stretching his legs. Thor did the same, before leaning down next to the log and pulling out Achilles' sword. "A' forgot to hand this to yah. A fine blade, it is."
"Thanks." Achilles said gratefully before taking the sword and sheathing it on his back.
"I will take us to Olympus. Don't mind if people start looking at you all weird. You're not exactly...subtle." he said uneasily.
Thor laughed before nodding his head. "Aye. A' figured."
Achilles nodded before noticing Thor's weapon near the fire. The War God walked over
to it, intending to hand the weapon back to its owner, but as he grasped his fingers around it and pulled, the hammer didn't budge. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Achilles tried again but to no avail.
"A' wouldn't bother with tha'." Thor's voice came from behind him.
Achilles turned to the god before questioning him. "Why can't I pick it up."
Thor smirked. "Only A' can wield it. Ma father enchanted it. Only those who are worthy can lift it."
Achilles raised an eyebrow at this. "So I'm not worthy?" he asked dejectedly.
Thor seemed to notice this and laughed. Walking over to Achilles, he patted him on the back before speaking. "Don't take it to heart, lad. Only ma father and I have been able to lift it," he said before leaning down and lifting the hammer. Achilles watched in interest as Thor easily picked up the hammer as if it weighed nothing, the weapon making a humming sound as it left the ground.
"So how do we get to Olympus?" Thor asked curiously as he put out the flames.
Achilles smirked before placing a hand on the burly god's shoulders. "You'll see." was all he said causing Thor to raise his eyebrow in confusion. Before he could question further, the pair disappeared into a shadow.
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Zeus sat on his throne, his chin resting on his hand. He had felt something foreign enter his domain but he couldn't place his finger on it. It made him feel...uneasy. The feeling was similar to the power surge he felt when the titans had resurfaced months ago. If Kronos was back, they would have to be ready. He knew Kronos had not died. A simple sword wound would not finish the Titan King that was for sure. Gripping the armrest on his throne tightly, the King of the Gods growled in frustration.
"Something wrong, dear?" a voice asked.
Zeus lifted his head from his hand to see his wife staring at him with concern.
"No...no. Nothing wrong," he mumbled.
Hera stared at him with an unamused expression. "Dear, we've been married for quite some time. I know when you're lying," she said in a tone that made Zeus shudder.
"I felt another power surge." he sighed, after a few moments.
Hera's face took the expression of worry. "Could it be...Kronos?" she asked, saying the name cautiously as if the Titan King would show himself at the call of his name.
Zeus sighed. "I do not know."
The throne room doors opened revealing a smiling Apollo. "What's up pops? Why the long face?" he asked cheerfully.
Zeus turned to his son before grumbling, not in the mood for Apollo's antics.
Apollo noticed this and soon became serious. "Did something happen? You didn't cheat on her again did you?" he asked, motioning to Hera with his bow. "Cause if you did, I swear Pops, I'll stick an arrow to where the sun doesn't shine." he threatened half-heartedly.
The Queen of The Gods let out a melodic laugh at Apollo's comment. A sense of warmth filled her chest at the concern of her stepson, making her feel delighted. "I appreciate your concern dear but it's not that. Your father has actually been quite the loyal husband as of late," she commented before pecking Zeus on the cheek, causing the king to grow an uncharacteristic blush on his face.
"Ew gross. Don't ever do that in front of me again." Apollo said, gagging in disgust.
The throne room doors once again opened revealing Achilles. He looked tired, his eyes resting above heavy bags, blood stains splattered on his armor and his arms. His hair had been tied up into a messy bun revealing his tired but urgent-looking face.
"Father, call a meeting." Achilles said, almost as if he was ordering the king.
Zeus took note of his son's tone but decided to question. "Achilles, what is going on?"
"And why do you look...terrible?" Hera added, concerned for her son.
"Gee thanks, mom." Achilles said flatly before turning to his father. "I'll explain once everyone is here. Please father, I would not ask if it was not important."
Zeus nodded, also curious about what his son had to say, before rising from his throne and sending a massive bolt to the sky. Soon, flashes appeared on each god's throne revealing their respective owners.
Finally, Lancelot arrived, being a minute late before sitting on his throne.
"What is going on? Father, why have you called a meeting." Athena asked, confused and looking slightly bothered and annoyed that her reading session had been interrupted. All the gods seemed to have the same question as they all stared at Zeus who merley gestured to Achilles who was standing in the middle of the room.
The war god looked slightly uncomfortable as all eyes turned to look at him causing him to squirm a bit. Recollecting himself, Achilles let out a deep breath before speaking. "I was out for a walk in the woods when I came across something or rather a group of somethings."
All the gods unconsciously leaned closer, all confused and curious about what Achilles was saying.
"I was attacked by these undead warriors," he said, causing Hades to look at him in confusion. Before the god of the underworld could question him, Achilles continued.
"No, these were not from the Underworld...or at least our Underworld. They were...foreign, from another land." The war god continued on. "I was able to take on a few but soon there came more of them. I had tried to flash out of there but I couldn't. It was as if something was blocking me out. Or keeping me in. So I stayed but I didn't need to fight them. Someone else did."
Zeus stroked his beard as he listened to Achilles' story. "And who is this someone?" he questioned.
Achilles looked at his father nervously before walking back to the throne room doors and opening them. In stepped the burly-looking Thor, his head held high and his hammer strapped to his waist. Zeus narrowed his eyes at the god. Something about this god seemed familiar. He had a look but the king of the gods could not place his finger on it.
Thor stopped in the center of the throne room, Achilles beside him, before bowing before the Olympians. Achilles turned to see some of the goddesses, mostly Aphrodite and Demeter, drooling over this foreign god. Sweet beard of Zeus, Achilles thought before shaking his head.
"Who are you?" Zeus asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
The Son of Odin rose from his bow before turning to Zeus. "Ma' name is Thor, Son of Odin, God of Thunder, and Prince of Asgard."
All the Olympians stared at Thor in shock as a silence filled the room. A million things ran through Zeus' head as he stared at the god beside his son. After a few moments of awkward silence, he spoke. "Why are you here?" he asked, neutrally.
Thor sighed, a sad look crossing his face. "War has broken throughout ma' lands. Ma' sister, Hela, has aligned herself with the Ice Giants and has waged war on Asgard. A' come not seeking aid but A' come as the aid itself." he announced.
"And why would we need aid?" Hermes asked from his throne.
Thor turned and looked at Hermes, taking in the fact that the young god reminded him of a certain brother of his. The two had the same mischievous glint in his eyes.
"We were defeated. The Aesir, the equivalent of yu Olympians, have scattered and have gone into hiding. Hela has bigger plans than just ma' country. She's coming for Greece next." Thor answered.
Zeus took in the news and began to process it. He turned to his brother Hades who shared the same look as he before turning back to Thor. "And what exactly is Odin doing about this?"
If possible, Thor's expression grew darker. His eyes glazed over and his fist clenched. "Ma'...Ma' father is dead. Hela made him fade."
The throne room was once again filled with deafening silence as they all took in the information. Those who had knowledge of the existence of the Norse Gods such as Zeus, Hades, Athena, and Apollo, knew how powerful Odin was. If Hela had defeated the Asgardian King, then she must have been unstoppable.
Thor cleared his throat before looking at all the gods. "Ma' job is to be the protector of Midgard. A've seen what Hela can do. She will rip the soul out of yur body like it's nothin'. Before ma' father faded, he told me to travel to a land called Greece and find the god named Zeus. Ma' lord, as for now, A' am in yur service."