Italics are taken from "The Last Olympian":

~~Athena called, "Annabeth Chase, my own Daughter."

Annabeth squeezed my arm, then walked forward and knelt at her mother's feet.

Athena smiled, "You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city and our seat of power…"~~

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Three knocks echoed from outside the Throne Room. A robed and hooded man walked into the hall, a long walking stick clacking on the ruined floor. His cloak was a dark grey and well worn. A long silver beard was all that could be seen of his face under the hood.

Zeus rose from his throne, "WHO DARES!-"

The old man knelt at the hearth, ignoring the 13 other gods in the room.

"Lady Hearthkeeper, I bid you greetings and offer you support for you and yours in this time," His voice was soft, but it had a weight to it. I knew immediately, this was a god, and a powerful one at that.

The flames of the Hearth grew, forming into one of my favourite goddesses in Olympus: Hestia.

"Lord Wanderer, I bid you welcome to my Hearth, and I accept your support on behalf of my family."

Zeus strode forward, his spear, the Master Bolt, crackling in his hand, "Sister! You offer hospitality to this… this foreigner, in the midst of our War Council! You have no right…"

Hestia turned to the King of Olympus, growing to match him in height. Her Hearth too rose, surrounding her in its warm orange light.

"No right, little brother?" Her voice was deceivingly soft, yet it echoed through Olympus. I had no doubt it could be heard all the way back to the elevator.

"I am the Goddess of the Hearth, and Olympus is my purview. I guard the Home and Hope of Greece. I believe I have every right to offer hospitality. What is more, you would insult your counterpart from the Cold North, when he offers aid?"

The old man, presumably taking his cue from Hestia, stepped forward and shed his cloak. Beneath it, he wore a tan woollen tunic with gold fittings. Writing of some sort, tattooed in black and blue snaked around his arms. A leather eyepatch covered his left eye, a skew letter 'F' stitched into it. His staff shuddered, becoming a spear. A pair of ravens flew down and settled on his shoulders.

"I understand that this night is for gifting heroes, is it not, Lord Skyfather?"

Zeus glowered at the foreign god, "It is to reward Greek heroes, Wanderer, and last I checked, all who fought this day were of my people."

Wanderer stroked his beard, "Aye, t'was your Greek heroes who defended this city."

Ignoring the slight regarding his brother, Zeus spoke, "So you admit that you have no place in my Court!"

"Nay, Skyfather. There is one of my grandchildren here. And I would reward her, as is my right!" He struck the butt of his spear on the cracked floor of the Throne room and strode in front of the demigods. He stopped before Athena and Annabeth.

"Annabeth Chase. Your clan is that of ancient kings, you are of my decent."

My best friend was stunned. Hades, I was utterly gobsmacked – big word, Jackson. Even Athena, usually composed, looked taken aback. This foreigner, I think he's from the Vikings, their king god. When all this is over, I'll ask Annabeth who he is… But anyway, he claims that she's his – what? - great-great-great-great granddaughter or something?

A movement in the corner of my eye attracted my attention. Off to the side, the 3 Fates had returned, holding a pair of silvery socks –Annabeth. Three other women joined them. One of them - who looked to be somewhere in her mid-100s - placed a hand on the socks. The second, who looked kind of like my mom, seized the ball of wool. The last, face obscured by a veil, knelt and pressed her forehead to the old lady's hand. The middle Fate, the one who spoke to me earlier, looked right at me.

"And so, the tapestry changes. Your fate, Perseus, is no longer what it was."

I turned back to the old man, who hadn't moved. In fact, it looked like no one had even noticed the Fates.

"I Óđinn Alföðr, the Höarr Sanngetall and Gangleri, by my right as the Draugadróttin and Sigrhöfundr, grant a reward to the Victorious Heroes! Annabeth Chace, Daughter of Athena Grey-Eye, Descendant-mine, I recognise your bloodline. Should you wish it, you may claim your place as a Væringi of Asgard."

His last statement, much like Hestia earlier, was soft, almost whispered, but we all heard it.

Zeus, who seemed to deflate a bit, sat back on his throne, "If you are done, Wanderer? Athena, if you would grant your daughter her Reward?"

Athena shook herself – which I only noticed because of my ADHD – and stood up, "As you will, Father," she turned to Annabeth.

"Annabeth Chase, regretfully, I cannot offer you a reward as… illustrious… as that that Lord Odin has given you, but, in honour of your actions in defence of Olympus, I grant upon you the Title, "Architect of Olympus". The Seat of the Gods is yours to re-design and Rebuild."

I nudged Annabeth, and grinned at her, "Well, Wise Girl? You get to build a Monument to last millennia, huh?"

I could see my best friend's mind begin to turn, planning the new Olympus. Way to go, Wise Girl.

"PERCY JACKSON!" my father's voice cut through my thoughts. Around me, the room fell silent. I could feel everyone's eyes on me – all of the gods, my friends from Camp and the Hunt, Tyson and his Cyclops buddies, the spirits. Annabeth nudged me; I walked to the middle of the throne room. Hestia smiled at me from her place by the fire. I could feel her warmth seep through me, relaxing the tension in my shoulders. Next to her, the foreign god, Odin, gave me a solemn nod, and then his eye crinkled as if smiling. I turned to face Zeus and bowed to him. Then I knelt at my father's feet.

"Rise, Perseus Jackson, my son, Hero of Olympus."

I stood, shifting a bit in place.

"Is there anyone here," Poseidon spoke to the room at large, "Anyone, who would deny that my son is deserving of honours befitting the greatest of our mortal children?"

I waited for someone to pipe up. The gods never agreed on anything, and with a foreign god here… well, anything could happen.

No-one protested.

Zeus rose from his throne once more, "The Council is in Agreement. Percy Jackson, you shall have one gift from the gods."

"Any gift?"

Zeus nodded grimly, "I know what you will ask. The greatest gift, for the greatest of Heroes. We have not bestowed this on a mortal hero for many centuries, but Percy Jackson, you shall be made a god."

"I-"

My mind froze. At first, it seemed simple. I would never die, I would be powerful - an easy 'Yes'.

I glanced back. Annabeth's eyes were wide, a thousand thoughts dancing behind them. Two years ago I thought she was going to take Artemis' pledge, join the hunt, and leave me behind. Now, it seemed to be me leaving her.

Behind her, Odin lifted a finger to his lips and smiled. It was warm and grandfatherly, with a hint of something… crazy in it.

I remembered what the fates said to me.

It clicked in my brain; there was one difference this time…

I turned to face Zeus once more.

Fin.

I hope Uncle Rick would be proud of that Cliffhanger.

Well, I've been away from Fanfiction and Writing for a long time. I could list my excuses and reasons and get another 1000 words here. Long story short, I had a bad time and backslid a lot. Came close to making a bad decision, one that I would not regret. Read into that what you will.

Anyway, I'm climbing upward and forward again. I have another four or five ideas for Fates Rewoven to type out including:

Team RAPTor – an RWBY crossover

Conquering the Line – a One Piece crossover

Children of Chiron – a Worm crossover

Gangs of New York – a plot bunny featuring other pantheons in NYC

Please let me know which you want to see, yeah, then I can focus on that one.

I will continue work on Code Geass: The Art of War and Shadow Hunter May Cry soon, I must just rearrange my thoughts and put pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard.

Norse Translations, curtesy of pantheon dot org and Wikipedia:

Óđinn – Frenzied One – this has become Odin, the most common Name for this god.

Alföðr - Father of All – or as Marvel puts it, Allfather

Höarr - One-eyed, about the sacrifice of his one eye. Also, the rune on his eyepatch is "Anzus" [ᚫ]. This is Odin's Rune and is used to provide insight or to ask for knowledge.

Sanngetall - Truth Gatherer

Gangleri - Wanderer. Odin Wanders while he Wonders

Draugadróttin - Lord of the Dead

Sigrhöfundr - Author of Victory

Væringi - Foreigner or Sworn Companion. See Varangian.