One Year Later
Dream
As Perseus slumbers, he sees multiple flashes of future events. He sees an older version of himself battling many beings. The more prominent events are the ones where he is sucked into different dimensions. He sees himself going through a tournament for something, and he sees him teaming up with a man in red and gold fighting a man in black and gold. The strangest thing is that they had powers similar to his own. Eventually the flashes came to a stop. Perseus looks around with narrowed eyes, looking around.
Suddenly, he hears a deep voice behind him, "Perseus, my son."
Perseus turns around so fast, he's surprised that he didn't get whiplash. Standing behind him is a tall man with flowing golden blonde hair, armor similar to his own with a flowing red cape, and vibrant electric blue eyes. In his hand is an axe.
Perseus's eyes widen, "Father..." He says slowly with surprise.
"Yes, Perseus. It is I, the Mighty Thor. You have made me so proud my boy. You are growing into an excellent young man, and one day you will surpass both the Allfather and myself. You will one day take my place on the Asgardian council." Thor says with clear pride in his eyes and voice.
Perseus smiles with pure joy at the praise he received from his father and hugs him tightly. Thor hugs him back just as tight. After a few moments like that, father and son separate.
"Perseus, as you know, the Greek Pantheon is ruling over Midgard after we Norse withdrew. A warning about them is that they are very prideful, especially Zeus, Athena, Dionysus, and Aphrodite. Should you ever encounter the Olympian council, remind them of the might of Asgard and the Norse Pantheon! Your mother and I will make sure to make it clear that you do not lie about your parentage. The Allfather will also give you a gift." Thor explains to his son. Perseus nods in understanding.
"Another thing, Perseus. The shards of my symbol of power have been scattered across the realms and only you may reclaim them and make them your own, as I gave up any right to them as I had initiated the self-destruct failsafe. Beware, you will face many challenges, and as you may know, Surtúr is your first challenge. Best him in combat, but do not kill him. He must live to truly enact Ragnarok." Thor states solemnly.
"I understand Father. I will make you proud, and bring honor to Asgard!" Perseus says with determination.
"I know you will, my son. You will be the greatest hero and warrior the nine realms will ever see! Now, you wake Perseus, and begin your journey!" Thor states.
With that statement, Perseus's vision turns to black.
Perseus wakes up with a jolt and takes a deep breath. He heads to the armory and puts on his armor, and leaves a note for Sally and he exits his home for the first time in nine years. He makes sure to pack a bag to last a week and checks his weapons. His shield? Check. Sword? Check. Twin daggers? Check.
With that done, he grasps his pendant and focuses. "To Muspelheim." Perseus whispers. The pendant glows brightly and in a flash of rainbow colored light, he vanishes from Midgard.
When Perseus finally hits the ground, he looks around at his surroundings. All he can see is fire and brimstone. Due to his godly body, he is not bothered by the intense heat. He starts heading to the massive throne in the distance as fast as he possibly can.
As he traverses the landscape, avoiding the massive amounts of fire. However, halfway to the throne of fire, Perseus is surrounded by five fire giants.
The biggest of them steps forward, "Godling, you trespass in our realm. You will be an excellent meal for my brothers and I!" The fire giant booms.
Perseus facepalms, "Boy, are you guys dense. Have at thee, jotun!" He brings out his blade and shield. The giants growl and rush him. Perseus dances around them gracefully and expertly blocking, dodging and parrying their attacks. He waits until they tire themselves out before going on the offensive. With a smirk, Perseus bursts into action catching the fire giants off guard. He shield bashes one in the face, sending him stumbling back. Perseus becomes an arc of destruction, easily cutting through the flesh of the fire giants. As he finishes off the last one by decapitating him, he notices that there are some spoils for him to collect. He bends down and picks it up. It is a vial of a glowing orange liquid. Perseus doesn't know what it is, so he puts it away for later.
After Perseus rested for a few hours, he started moving towards the throne of fire. Along the way, he fights more fire giants. The closer he got to the giant throne, the more fire giants he fought. Soon, Perseus is standing at the foot of the flaming throne.
"Surtúr! I have come to take your challenge for the shard of the Hammer!" Perseus shouts up at the massive being occupying the throne.
"Young Godling, I knew you were coming. And you have already passed my first trial, which was your adaptability to combat. Now, for your final trial, you must best me in combat." Came a deep rumbling voice. Surtúr stood up and shrunk to a mortal man's height.
Perseus readied himself for a challenging fight. He grasps the handle of his blade and steadies his stance. He barely had time to react before Surtúr was was upon him, swinging his firey blade down at Perseus. When Perseus blocked with his shield, he went flying several yards. He thrust his sword into the ground and slowed his tumble and skidded to a stop. He is surprised at the strength of Surtúr. Perseus narrows his eyes in determination.
"Is that all you have, Godling? I've seen infants fight better than you!" Surtúr taunts.
Perseus growls lightly and rushes the first of the fire giants. Surtúr and Perseus clash blades again and again, becoming blurs of destruction. Perseus went on autopilot, using everything that he was taught in the art of swordplay. The longer they fought, the more serious Surtúr got, and his respect for the young god grew. Eventually Surtúr grew irritated and knocked the young god back to make space.
"Enough! Let us end this here and now!" He roared.
"I agree, fire giant! It is time to end this!" Perseus roared in return. He was covered in blood from his wounds, and the glowing blood of Surtúr. The fire giant on the other hand, looked much worse for wear. Both combatants ready for a final attack, and on an unspoken signal, they charge.
A mighty BOOM echoes through the fire realm, and a shockwave flies through after. When the dust settles, Perseus is behind Surtúr who is holding the handle and hilt of his now shattered blade. Perseus is breathing heavily with a cut going down his right eye that will scar eventually.
"Well done, Godling. I yield today, and I look forward to facing you on the battlefield of Ragnarok. You may claim your prize." As soon as those words are spoken, a chunk of metal sparking with lightning flies to Perseus, and lands in his open bag.
Perseus clutches his pendant and whispers, "To Midgard." And in a flash of light, he disappears from Muspelheim.
Perseus reappears in Midgard in the middle of a camp filled with silver tents and girls dressed in silver.
The last thing Perseus hears before losing consiounesss is a female voice asking, "Who are you and how did you get here boy?"
AN: How was it? Let me know your thoughts. Also, I bet you weren't expecting that cliffhanger.