Chapter 1
A Thunderous Awakening
There once was a time when the nine realms lived in peace and tranquility. A fragile union that none dared break in fear of the cataclysm that would without fail follow. But, as with all things, eventually that peace was disrupted. Then… came war.
Asgard, home of the Aesir came under attack by none other than the Fire Giants of Muspelheim. Leading them was their king, Surtr, the destined destroyer of the Gods.
Surtr had wished for nothing more than to plunge all in the heat of his legendary flames, on par with that of Hephaestus, exceeded only by the divine flames of the Shinto goddess Amaterasu and the Egyptian god Ra.
His great army charged across the Bifrost setting it alight with each step they took.
Heimdall, the all-seeing and all-hearing, and sole protector of the Bifrost in Asgard, blew his horn to warn the Aesir of the coming threat.
The warriors of Asgard met Surtr at their very walls, the battle was fierce as it raged on for five days and five nights but try as they might the defenders of Asgard could not withstand the full might of Surtr and his followers forever. With each passing day, one by one the Aesir fell as they were forced behind the security of their walls as the last line of defense until it too was breached.
Victory was well within the Giants' grasps, Surtr's triumph was just out of reach and he would have succeeded.
But it was not meant to be as all thought.
For even as hundreds of warriors fell or fled further to Asgard, one stood his ground.
One, who was named the crown prince and the mightiest warrior in all of Asgard. The protector and hero of its people.
The God of Thunder, Thor!
The red-haired god fought alongside his fellow brothers in arms when he saw that his people were being slaughtered. In a desperate attempt he made a decision and called a retreat.
"Fall back! Fall back now!" The soldiers looked like they wanted to protest as their warrior's pride showed through but the look in the Prince's eye said that he was not to be challenged. And so, with great reluctance, the Aesir fled. All except for one.
"What? How can you order a retreat Thor!? We must fight and drive these foul creatures back to the hell they call home!" came the voice of a God with gold-white hair and determined eyes. This was none other than the God of Vengeance and baby brother to Thor, Vidar.
The God fired spell after spell as enemies fell left and right, the deity merely scowling as he advanced step by step towards their greatest adversary. Until he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"What are you doing Thor? If you won't stop them. Then I will!" Vidar shouted to the Thunder God who gave a resigned look, though one filled with determination.
"Brother, I ask that you listen to me for just once in our immortal lives." Thor started.
"Hmm?" Vidar gave a look of confusion.
"This is not a battle so simple that we may be triumphant so easily, even beings of pride as us gods must realize that. The only way to achieve victory is by defeating Surtr here and now." Thor explained as Vidar just stared at his brother in confusion.
"Then why are we still here? Let us take down that dull giant." he said his hands filled with magic only for the red-haired God to stop him once more.
"Nay, in order for this to work we must first protect our people, our home. And I trust none more than you to this." the hammer-wielding God told him.
"Me? What about you?" Vidar asked in confusion before realization struck him. "You...You plan to take the bridge down, you're going to go down with it!" he deciphered as a nod confirmed his suspicions.
"You can't be serious Thor! That is suicide, what will happen to the people you are trying so hard to save when they will no longer have their Herald? What will Odin do? And who will succeed the throne and protect Asgard when father steps down? Baldur and I don't want the throne, and uncle will only bring us to ruin!" Vidar roared as Thor just smiled somberly.
"Vidar... for all the times that you and I may have disputed, you have always been my brother that I cherished. You have always had the best interests of Asgard in mind. That is why I know that this place which has been our home for millennia will be safe in your hands. I defended our home with everything I had. And now I pass that sacred duty onto you." He said as Vidar shook his head vehemently in denial.
"No! You can't! You mustn't if anything I'll do it. You are loved by all Thor, to make you a martyr is inconceivable. If anyone should do it then it should be me."
"You are just as strong as me with a brilliant mind Vidar, without you, our people cannot progress, and we will be heavily crippled, vulnerable to attack." Thor reminded him.
"And you are the crown prince! Without you, there will be no Asgard! Is that not why we fight? For the survival of our home?" Vidar retorted as Thor laughed.
"The humans on Midgard have always had a saying, 'Before you start a war you must first know what you are fighting for', a sound logic, yet I like to think a little differently. I believe that you must fight in order to find what you are fighting for." The thunder god said cryptically as he turned his back.
"Now go, the duty to protect the people is now in your hands and know that as long as you never lose sight of what is right, Asgard will always be safe... brother..." He crouched, legs tensing as they pulsed with power ready to leap. Peeking his head over his shoulder one last time he said, "Farewell Vidar." And with that, he launched into the sky.
Vidar watched his older brother charge the enemy alone while a lone tear fell from his cheek. "Farewell...Thor…"
Surtr, in his great arrogance, believed that the power of but one God would not be enough to stop his troops from finishing what they had started.
Oh how wrong he had been...
With a roar of defiance Thor charged the Fire Giants, in his hand was the legendary hammer Mjolnir, forged within the mythical realm of Nidavellir by the Dwarven smith brothers Sindri and Brokkr.
The true might of the God of Thunder was displayed that day for the first time in centuries, and just as it had then, it struck the same feeling of reverence and fear as it did now.
With each swing of the god class weapon a hundred giants would fall, leaving nothing but husks and corpses. Again and again they tried to bring down the red-haired god yet time and time again they were slaughtered.
Lightning danced around his body in a bright and terrifying aura of power as he continued his charge. His advance was halted as a boulder came crashing into his left side, sending him flying into another horde, he threw his hammer at the giant who had thrown the giant rock, effectively caving its chest inwards as the war hammer flew further and further.
Turning around, Thor threw his fist into the face of an incoming foe, crushing its skull, and raising his knee into the gut of another causing it to hunch as he lifted the weakling and threw him into another three.
Try as they might, the forces of Muspelheim could not stop the God of Thunder's rampage as he drove into their ranks with the bravery he was known far and wide for.
Soon the Fire Giants could not hold against such power as they cowered before running back to their fiery home. Abandoning their King to face the mighty warrior alone.
What was witnessed that day could not be explained so easily.
"Thunder God!" the giant roared as he met the son of Odin's charge.
God clashed against Jotun as hammer met sword. Thunder and fire flying wildly as everything in their path was incinerated around them.
So destructive was this fated exchange that the mortals of Midgard could hear the roar of Thor's thunder.
Powerful as the king of the Fire Giants was, even he could not withstand the onslaught of Thor. Soon he was driven back to the Bifrost Bridge.
"Surrender now Jotun! Return to Muspelheim and never again return. Else you shall once again taste the might of Asgard." Thor demanded. But Surtr would not have it.
"Bah! You think yourself so great. Do you truly believe that you are greater than I? How foolish, I have slain a countless number of God's over the millennium and you will be no different Aesir." Surtr exclaimed.
Raising his flaming sword he prepared to bring destruction upon Asgard, even at the cost of his own life. The Prince of Asgard pointed his hammer towards his enemy as electricity sparked before an arc of lightning shot at the giant.
Surtr swung his sword as a giant wave of fire met the god's attack. Their struggle for dominance continued until the force exploded in overload and sent both sides flying. As Thor slowly stood the King of Muspelheim charged every bit of fire he could muster into a miniature sun.
Battered and bloodied, the Son of Odin saw no other choice in his last stand to protect Asgard as he used his great strength to shatter the bridge and send himself and Surtr plummeting towards the mortal realm of Midgard!
Even as they fell they continued to fight. Surtr's fiery fists pummeled Thor to try breaking free but the God refused to release him. Not until the Fire Giant was slain.
Calling upon the very last of his strength, Thor raised his hammer, fully charged of thunder and brought it down upon the giant, destroying his enemy's sword as it sent lightning flying everywhere!
So great was the attack that the people thought Ragnarok had come to Midgard.
And when the dust had settled nothing remained.
Neither Surtr, Thor, nor even Mjolnir was nowhere to be found…
Norway...Present Day...
"And so Asgard was saved. The Fire Giants, without their king, fell into disarray and became a shadow of what was once a proud and mighty kingdom. As for Thor…? His fate remains a mystery. Some say that he still dwells within Asgard's halls, celebrated as a hero of that fateful battle. Others say that he died of his wounds. But I like to think he may have lost his powers and chose to wander the earth, helping all he came upon."
A choir of claps was heard by the children within the classroom as they looked upon the teller of the story.
He was an elderly man in very extravagant robes colored in blue and gold leading the students to believe him to be very rich and a holder to the Old Norse traditions. In his hand was a walking cane to support his back that was bent. His long white hair fell to his back as did his beard. His left eye was covered by a chainless monocle making it hard for him to see.
What none of the kids realized though, was that this elderly man was none other than the ruler of Asgard, the Allfather, Odin! And he had come to this school to share the tale of his son Thor to them.
"Well Mr. Odinson, we thank you for this opportunity. That was an incredible story and not many speak of such legends nowadays nor do many even know enough to tell."
Odin looked to the speaker and couldn't help but grin.
At the corner of the classroom stood a woman he was familiar with.
She was a beautiful woman who looked to be in her late thirties with long, beautiful, silvery white hair and eyes the color of the sky on a clear summer day.
This was Gondul, a top tier magic user and former member of Odin's elite Valkyrie Corps for years. However, her days of fighting were behind her now and she was retired from service, now working as a substitute teacher for children at the school's town she lived in. For despite her youthful appearance she was actually around roughly five centuries old.
"Mr. Odinson, if Thor is alive can we meet him!?" squeaked a little boy.
Before any questions could be asked, the bell signaling lunch rang and the children went to tell their friends of the incredible story Mr. Odinson told them.
When the last student departed, the king was approached by the teacher, a twinge of concern on her face, "Forgive me, Allfather, but do you think it wise to tell these children of what really happened?"
Gondul's question to the Norse king was answered with a chuckle, "My dear Gondul, the mortals will only see it as just another legend told by their ancestors."
"I know that, but what if…" she trailed off unsure of how to continue her question.
"You're worried the other mythologies will know of my son's true fate? That the mighty God of Thunder died sacrificing himself to protect Asgard?"
When Gondul nodded Odin sighed as he moved to sit in a chair, body slouched against it. "I understand your concern but even if Thor's death is revealed, what issues will arise from it? Yes, he was one of the ten strongest beings in existence, but that title can be replaced by someone else."
"Lord Odin... you say it as if it isn't a big issue!" retorted the silver-haired warrior, "Your son, Thor, crowned Prince of Asgard, was loved and feared by many - no - by all! The power he had was unrivaled by all!"
"Oh?" Said Odin with a raised brow, "Even more than the Infinite Dragon God and Dragon of Dragon's?"
Gondul opened her mouth to reply but shut it. She realized what she had said was stupid of her. Powerful as Thor may have been, even he couldn't have stood against the powers of the two most powerful beings in existence.
Or could he have…
"Come my dear Gondul, discussing about my son will not bring him back." Said Odin as he closed his eye. "Despite the pain within my heart, I must stay strong for Asgard's sake. A strength my beloved Frigga does not have…"
Gondul bowed her head at the mention of Odin's wife. The Queen of Asgard still mourned over the loss of her son. While she was not his true mother, she still considered the son of Jord as her own after the Jotun died giving birth to him.
She knew Thor's sacrifice was not in vain, but it nevertheless still hurt to know he was no more.
Odin stood up, his old bones popping as he stretched them. "As much as I would love to take more of your time I must be off. Talks about an alliance with one of the Christian Factions will be starting soon and I cannot be late."
Gondul's brow furrowed when hearing that, "Do you believe such an alliance is possible with those of the Christian Faction? And if so why and with who? The Devil's? Asgard would never ally with the people who have the clone of the monster who resulted in the death of your son's death. Not to mention Devils are greedy beings who would do anything to get what they wanted, even if it means the risk of starting a new war."
"But war is a thing that will never come to pass. Not when the Four Great Satan's are trying to lead their people towards peace." Odin retorted calmly, purposefully making Gondul figure out who it was that wished to join forces with the Aesir.
"The Angels? Ha! Hardly! Those "holy" beings who sit in their realm watching people die for eons wouldn't ally themselves with us. Especially since the followers of Christianity and Norse Religion have had bad blood between them since the Vikings ages. So if it isn't the Devil's or Angels, that leaves…"
Gondul trailed off as she stared at the Allfather in disbelief who nodded slowly at what she figured out.
No… he wasn't serious was he!? The Fallen Angels, better known by their organizations name, Grigori, the third and weakest of the Christian Factions and the most deceitful and unorganized group to ever exist, was going to join forces with Asgard!?
"Why them?" She demanded, not liking this idea one bit. "Why ally with us? Is it to bolster their strength against their enemies because they are on the verge of extinction? Lord Odin, those dark-winged counterparts of the Angels are still causing problems to this day. I hear they just committed another murder upon a human to entertain them. Their Governor-General is wasting time tinkering with Sacred Gears instead of trying to stop them! If that fool Azazel doesn't step down and let someone else take command, then the Fallen Angel's will cease to exist. You and I both know this."
"That is true. But it is not war that they come to my halls to speak about. It is for peace. Coexistence."
"Coexistence?" Repeated Gondul faintly, sitting down in her own chair. "Really, Odin, you think we can truly coexist with them? Allying with those crows will not be accepted by Asgard! They are not worth making allies with. Why not allying with another Pantheon? We are not the only dwindling mythology in this modern era who are open to reconciliations."
Odin chuckled humorously, "You don't believe in my wisdom? If we can make peace with the Vanir then we can do the same with another religion."
"Do you really think that's possible...?
"Anything is possible Gondul. I gave my eye for wisdom and foresight and I foresee, when the time comes, that the Supernatural World will see true peace can be achieved."
Asgard
"Welcome to Asgard."
The voice of Odin greeted the Grigori representative as he stepped through the doors to the council chamber.
He was a man of average height looking to be around in his twenties with an average build. He had violet colored eyes that held an amused look in them. His hair was black and so was his beard. His bangs however, were gold. He was dressed in a V-neck maroon long-coat with a wide, open high-collar that opened up at the hem. The long-coat also featured two black belts around the waist and four black bands on each arm, two of the bands at the wrist and the other two near the elbow. He wore grey slacks and brown shoes.
This wasn't just the Fallen Angel representative, it was the leader and founder of the Grigori. The Governor-General himself, Azazel.
"Ah Allfather Odin! Long time no see!" Azazel said with a smirk. "I really should thank you for allowing this alliance. I wasn't expecting anyone to forge one with my people."
"Well you are the only one bold enough to suggest such a thing and the other Factions aren't willing to broker alliances since they distrust one another or are too arrogant. Besides, you and I both want the same thing; peace."
"A plan which isn't being agreed upon by the others, unfortunately." Azazel sighed with a shake of his hand, "When I explained this plan to my fellow Cadre to coexist peacefully with another faction, it was met with mixed reactions. Most were unsure or flat out disagreed while only a handful are in favor of the notion. Despite what the others thought, I, being the founder of the Grigori and a champion of peace, said it was happening whether they like it or not. Of course this has caused a split in the organization with some going rogue and causing trouble in the human world."
"And I suppose that is something you want my Aesir to take care of while you research Sacred Gear's?" Odin asked in a knowing tone, his eye narrowing slightly, "I will not join forces with you so that my warriors are used as your errand boys to deal with your problems."
"Used as errand boys!? That rich coming from you, old man! You're own bodyguard is being used as a maid!" Shouted a tall man who just entered the room. He was clad in a silver breastplate that glistened in the sun's light seeping into the room, black pants with knee guard's and immense black boots. On his hip was a sword of incredible craftsmanship that saw many battles and slayed many enemies of Asgard. His hair was long, blue, and tied in a braid reaching to his back and green eyes that stared in annoyance at the Allfather.
"Azazel, this imposing man is Freyr, God of Sacral Kingship, Lord of Alfheim, and the twin brother to Freya."
"The God of Sacral Kingship?" Azazel said, looking the man up and down. "I heard stories about you but never expected you to attend this meeting."
"I attend this meeting for I am not only the ruler of Alfheim, but Odin's right hand man." Freyr said, his gaze still fixed on Odin, "If we are to agree to this alliance then our people WILL assist the Grigori in whatever problems they have. Only if Grigori helps us with our greatest issue, economy. Asgard has fallen into decay after losing so much in the years since Surtr's attack. Idunn's apple trees, the human's belief in us, and...Thor."
Odin nodded solemnly. There once was a time when Asgard was one the greatest factions in the world, right up there next to the Hindu Gods. Then Christianity came to their land and people's beliefs in Asgard slowly faded. The people's belief in them, in any God, was an amplifier to them. It was why Thor was among the top ten strongest beings. He was already immensely powerful, the human's belief in him and Mjolnir quadrupled that strength.
But now, with their belief in Asgard decaying over the years. Its power and economy dropping to one of the lowest and weakest factions. It ranked just above Grigori since the Fallen Angels were on the verge of extinction. That was the other reason why Odin wanted to ally with Grigori; to save not only Asgard but Grigori from falling into ruin.
"Wait. What about Thor?"
The Allfather's gaze shifted to Azazel who looked puzzled at the mention of Thor among what they lost. Odin said the news of Thor's death would be revealed eventually and now was the time. Releasing a long deep sigh, Odin began the story of Thor's Sacrifice, a tale told by everyone in Asgard. How Surtr attacked and Thor gave his life to protect Asgard and its people. When he had finished Azazel was left in silence at what he heard.
The research slouched in his chair, unable to come up with a response to what he had just heard. Thor, Asgard's Strongest Warrior, one of the Top Ten Strongest was dead? How long ago had this happened? How long had it been hidden by Asgard? How would the supernatural world react to this?
"Was this kept a secret?"
"Not at all. The other Factions though Thor was busy protecting the Nine Realms. Why do you think he was only mentioned?"
That… surprisingly was a good point. Thor was said to be among the strongest beings but he never showed himself outside of Asgard. Nevertheless, the power he wielded was no exaggeration, for there were those, both human and supernatural, who bore witness to the mighty power of Thor.
"We are getting off topic." Freyr said seriously, wanting to get this meeting over with. He needed to get back to Alfheim to ensure all was well. "Before we continue, I'm going to say that no strip bars will be built with this alliance. This an alliance of peace not for erotic ideas you fools can do on Midgard."
Odin rolled his eye at the Lord of Alfheim. "Come on Freyr, lighten up. Asgard needs a place for those to release their sexual desires. Besides, the female Fallen Angels are known for their seductive ways and luscious bodies."
Freyr growled in disgust at the Allfather's perverted grin spreading across his face. The things he did and say made him wonder how he ever became King of Asgard or got married.
"That's a stupid decision and part of the reason why we are so weak now. Because you waste your time and money going to the strip bars on Midgard. We set those up in Asgard and have them run by the Fallen Angels then what little remains of our money will go to them! We've only managed to survive into the modern era thanks to the Dwarves and Elves owning favors to your father!"
"Now Freyr, there's no need to get angry. If you are that concerned, then those sexually pent up folks from Asgard can come to Grigori to enjoy our stripers for free of charge or, to help with your money issue, fifty percent of what is made at those clubs will go to Asgard's coffers." Azazel reassured, trying to calm the Vanir who grumbled with a nod of approval, "Great! Future business will also be sent payment to Asgard. I'll even-"
Suddenly the doors burst open and in came a guard, his face filled with shock. "Lord Odin! Lord Odin! You must come to the Bifrost!"
"What has happened!?" Odin demanded, as he rose from his seat.
"Lord Heimdall has picked up a massive erupt of magical power in Norway! It...It…" Tears began to form in the guards eyes.
"What boy!? Speak!"
"Its magical power was reminiscent of Thor's!"
…
Azazel exchanged looks of shock with Freyr at what they heard. What the Hell was going on!? He was just told Thor had died and now a magical power similar to Thor's was being picked up on Earth? He shifted his gaze to the Allfather who sat calming within his chair unfazed by what he just heard. How could he be like that when this could be a chance to see if his son was really alive!? He probably was shocked but was doing his best not to show it.
Then the Allfather stood, his aloof grin replaced by a serious frown. As he marched out of the council room he shouted orders to the guard who gave the news.
"Prepare the Bifrost!"
Midgard, Norway
When Azazel stepped through the Bifrost to where the magical power was spotted, he was met with the sight of a thunderstorm raging. Rain lashed at his face as the wind howled like wolves to the moon while thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky, its light illuminating the ruins of what had once been a large building. His violet eyes scanned the ruble for anything or anyone who may have survived this disaster. All the Fallen Angel could see was chunks of concrete littering the grass, nothing else remained of the building; no broken glass, no furniture, not even a corpse could be seen buried in the ruble.
"What happened here?" Freyr voiced the question they were all thinking.
"It looks as if someone with great power lost control and obliterated everything or someone attacked this place for unknown reasons." Odin answered as he inspected the damage with his magic empowered eye. The guard was right, the magic energy that still lingered was exactly like Thor's. How was this possible? Who had the power of his first born son?
"Lord Odin!"
Odin's focus shifted toward the Bifrost when hearing the voice. Just before it closed a woman dressed in a silver business suit came running out. Aside from the pink ribbons in her hair, she looked like a younger version of Gondul; long silver hair reaching to her ankles and aqua eyes that shimmered in the lighting's flash. Of course she should look like the retired mage for this was her granddaughter.
"Lord Odin, why didn't you notify me you were going to Midgard!? I had to jump through the Bifrost before it closed to get here! More importantly why are you out here in a storm!? You're going to catch a cold!" The young bodyguard yelled over the thunder, despite literally being in front of the Allfather.
"Well if you were at the meeting you wouldn't have needed to rush here." Odin said casually, "As for why I'm here Miss Rossweisse, it is because Thor may be alive."
"Thor may be alive!? H-how can that be!?"
"A question I myself am baffled by." Freyr said, making his presence known to the Valkyrie who bowed to the Lord of Alfheim, "Thor was never the type of person to fake his death and go into hiding. He would meet a battle head on and make sure Asgard was safe."
"What about that guy with the well? What was his name? Mimir! You think he might have the answers?" Azazel asked.
Odin pondered the question asked by the Fallen Angel. Mimir was the smartest man alive after all and would surely have an answer to this mystery. However, Odin did not give his eye and hung himself from the branch of Yggdrasil for nothing. He did it for knowledge and he would use that knowledge to figure this out himself.
"Lord Odin…" Rossweisse suddenly said, a hint of concern in her tone. "You do know whose territory this belongs to don't you?"
Odin gumbled at the girl's concern, "I know that this is still Norse land, OUR land. Besides, even if they know we are here will be long gone by the time they send anyone to investigate."
"But Allfather, if we find anything related to Thor, do we not risk starting a war over this!?"
"We do…" Said the Allfather after the boom of thunder faded, "but he is my son and I will not let the Biblical Faction take anymore from us. You're uptight attitude and nervousness is why-"
"Don't finish that sentence, old man!" Freyr growled, knowing full well what the Allfather was about to say to Gondul's granddaughter. "If you finish that sentence I'll-"
"What's that!?"
The three God's turned their gaze to where Azazel was pointing. A pile of ruble was shifting, something, or someone, was trying to break free! Rossweisse stood ready to protect her king.
Suddenly a bloody fist broke through the concrete it was beneath, prompting Freyr to rush forward and assist whoever was strapped underneath while Odin followed behind curious to see who had been lucky enough to survive this disaster. He watched the Vanir pull the ruble off the survivor and gasp loudly.
"By the Nine Realms..."
When Rossweisse reached Freyr's side she looked down and felt her body freeze. Lying face up covered in blood and panting heavily was a young man. However, that wasn't what had Freyr shocked, it was the boy's appearance. His eyes, which he was trying in vain to keep from shutting, were light blue and his hair was long, wavy, and red.
And there was only one man who had that exact description.
Rossweisse never knew Thor but her grandma did and would always tell stories about the Son of Odin fighting the Giants of both Muspelheim and Jotunheim with power to level mountains and split the oceans with a swing of Mjolnir.
"That's not possible…" The Valkyrie thought, watching the boy's eyes shut. How could this be possible? Thor was dead… sacrificed himself to save Asgard but only Thor was able to create thunderstorms like this. The more she thought about this the more questions filled her mind.
"Was it this kid who released that power?"
"He is. I can still sense the magic flowing through him. How and why he has it is a mystery." Rossweisse answered the curious Fallen Angel while kneeling to check the boy's condition. The wounds he sustained were from the rubble he was buried beneath but others were from what had clearly been a fight, which explains why this building was destroyed. She sighed sadly, whoever this boy was he should be dead by now. She would have to tell the Allfather that-
Thump…
She paused when she felt a thump against his chest. Pressing her head against his chest she listened carefully and, despite the pounding rain, howling wind, and booming thunder, there was the faint beat of a heart. He...was still alive!? How!? Wounds and blood loss were mendable but a building collapsing on top of him? No human could survive something like that! Then she remembered he wasn't a human, not a normal human. Was he human with Thor's powers or was he the Son of Odin reborn!?
"We can still save him." Rossweisse said, surprising the Lord of Alfheim.
"That means we take him to Asgard but…" Freyr turned to the Allfather, hoping he would have answers, "what in the Nine Realms is going on, Odin?"
"I don't know Freyr." The King of Asgard answered while picking the boy up and slamming his cane to summon the Bifrost, "I don 't have all the answers but I have one."
"And what is that?"
"That this boy is the Second Coming of the God of Thunder!"
End!
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