And I'm back my fellow readers! I really enjoyed Jedi Survivor, and I'm glad to see how hyped you all got on seeing Brok again. Lemme tell ya, Odin did our boy dirty and he didn't deserve that neither did Sindri.
I want to let you any of you who don't know, when there are line breaks that will mean there is a POV change. A friend of mine pointed out to me how one sentence looked like a mistake to them but I didn't want to sound like a smartass or dick by correcting them.
Also I've been toying with the thought of making a RWBY Star Trek crossover and what I've got in my head to start it off is pretty good *cough* Q *cough* but I'm a little hesitant because even as I grew up around Star Trek in my family my knowledge is sorta rusty, and I don't wanna take the risk of having it great at the start but trashy ahead of it, so I'll just keep it in a box in my mind for the time being.
I do not own RWBY or God of War, they all belong to their respective creators. RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum may he rest in peace, and God of War is owned by Santa Monica Studio.
"Brok?"
No one made any movement or sound as the blue Dwarf and giant stared at each other for an awkward long moment.
Brok was the first to break the silence by clearing his throat, putting on a smirk, "Well, what the fuck are you just standing around for, ya bear fuckin' beast?! Bring it in-" He was stopped before he could finish his sentence when Atreus brought him into a tight hug faster than anyone expected. Tears were falling down the young man's face while his breath shuddered at the joy of seeing one of his family alive in front of him. Brok patted Atreus' back and spoke grumbly, "Don't worry kid, I ain't gonna die on ya. Death ain't got shit to keep ol' Brok down." He assured as he let the boy get it all out of his system.
Atreus eventually pulled out of the hug with a guilty look in his eyes, "Brok, I-I'm so, so sorry. I-I didn't know it was Odin, I shouldn't have-" he then got a slap across the head when Brok held him by his shoulder.
"Now don't you go blamin' yerself over something that you didn't know! You Midgardians are slow like that, so of course you'd make some bum-fucks along the road, get me!" He scolded.
Atreus rubbed his head, his mind was full of questions and confusion that needed to be answered.
"But... how? How are you alive? I watched you die."
Ozpin stepped forward and kneeled down to Atreus' level without touching the mud, "Perhaps we should continue this indoors, it would be more comfortable for us to discuss this topic." He said, suggestively. And the young Jötun did suppose that it was better to hear about it in a chair than in the mud, so he nodded and started walking back toward the house with everyone in tow.
He felt weird though, something about the spectacled man made him seem strange to Loki, like he had an... ancient energy around him. He shook his head, casting the thought aside for now, there was no need for distractions.
Ruby leaned over and whispered to him, "Isn't that your Dwarf uncle that's not your uncle that you said... died?" She tried not to cringe so much when she mentioned the 'died' part. "Are you ok?" She asked, concerned for Atreus.
The boy didn't know how to answer that, his head was muddled with emotions and the need to know how Brok was here, alive. So he just gave a brief nod in response, "I'll be fine."
Yang then leaned over to be part of the whisper conversation, "When you said he was blue, I was not expecting him to be that blue all over. You said it was because he didn't wear gloves when handling silver?" She asked, a little disturbed by how blue Brok was, worried that he has a skin disease.
"Yeah, it's best you don't ask him about it. He's uh... sensitive about it." The boy cautioned.
As they settled inside, there was a long silence between everyone, Tai offered anyone drinks to try and alleviate the pregnant awkwardness that had kept them all quiet. Which Brok asked for anything that could get him drunk. Much to Brok's chagrin at being rejected any alcohol by the other adults, which he then complained how Remnant lacked the proper excitement that the nine realms had. Loki was staring at him, still trying to comprehend how one of his closest friends was alive.
Ozpin chose to start first, "So, I believe you must have questions about... everything, I'd say."
That was an understatement of the century.
"Eh, Ozzy? I think the kid wants to know more importantly about the whole 'me being alive' shit. So whys don't I spin the tale of how this fun-sucking, sour-puss, sum-bitch, got my ass out of dodge." The woman sent a heated glare and quietly growled at Brok for calling her such names, "For the thousandth time, it's Goodwitch. I grow very tired of your profanity, Brok." She said, in a rather threatening tone that scared everyone but the Dwarf and Ozpin. Yep, her and Sif really are alike.
"Now then, here's how it went..." He said as he started his story while ignoring the now named Goodwitch.
~•••~
Dying was a very strange experience for him, he wondered if this was what he felt last time he died before Sindri plucked up what he could of Brok's soul parts. If he was being honest... death fucking sucks. He still feels conscious even though he shouldn't, or was he supposed to be conscious in whatever Hel he was in.
He really started to hate being dead, there was nothing to do and he couldn't go anywhere because everything around him looked the fuckin' same!
Everything just looked like a bunch of nothing with some weird kind of blue azure waves or stuff, Elvish lookin' probably.
But it all went away instantly, and then when he felt like he could open his eyes, he was falling!
"WHAT THE FUUUUUCK!!??" Why the fuck was he falling out of the godsdamned sky?! Brok needed to act fast or he'll end up turning into a meaty splattered pancake.
Reaching into his bag of infinite space, he pulled out a large cloth blanket and held all four corners together as a makeshift parachute. It didn't make his descent that much slower but it was controlled enough for Brok to take a rough tumble on the ground, better than dying at least. Again.
After hastily getting up he made complete three-sixty to take in his surroundings. He was in an area of a butt-fuck-load of red trees, everything was just red shit. Brok wondered what kind of wood the trees were made of, his Dwarven mind already thinking up ideas if he could manufacture some new tools and weapons. But he didn't have time for that! He needed to find out just where the Hel he was, if he wasn't dead then he's probably in some part of a realm, most likely Vanaheim.
He tried to step between the realms to get back to Sindri's, but to his surprise he was still in the same spot, so he tried again, and that failed too. He had kept on trying to no avail, ending for him to spew out lots of 'profanity' (much to the insistence of Tai, Ozpin, Goodwitch, and Ruby to not swear so much in their presence, which Brok just rolled his eyes in annoyance, reluctantly leaving out the amount of swearing while muttering 'Spit-fisters' under his breath.) in great anger.
So he stomped off in a random direction to find civilisation the long way.
•••
Brok had only been walking for a about 15 minutes just to find a weird looking fucked up black boar with white bone armour staring him down, he may not have visited Vanaheim much but he wasn't so sure that a swine like that wouldn't be native to the realm. It let out a loud aggressive squeal, which Brok knew it was getting ready for a fights, he pulled out his sword and hammer and got ready for the imminent fight. "Well, come on then! Don't keep ol' Brok waitin', I just danced with death and am ready for round two! I'll turn ya shit eating trowel wiper into my lunch!" He shouted with a murderous grin.
The two charged at the other with the Dwarf swinging his hammer up under the beast's chin, then proceeded to mount the damn thing in order to stab it in the eye with his sword in reversed grip.
The boar squealed in rage as it thrashed around trying to get the blue Dwarf off it's back, eventually it reared up and kicked up it's ass end, flinging him forwards onto the ground. The bastard was tougher than it looked, and that only made Brok more pissed off, oh he was definitely going to use it's hide to wipe his ass now. With a war cry, he ran at the beast putting it into a tackle, using all his strength, he pinned it down and plunged his blade in the pig's lower belly and dragged it up to the chest. The grin that the blacksmith had for his victory was soon turned into a frown when the creature started to turn to smoke.
Well, ain't that just a bitch, now how was he going to eat it if there's nothin' left! He supposed he could make do by collecting what materials it can offer.
But before Brok could do anything, he heard low growling from behind him and what he saw made him freeze. There were more of those swineular fuckers with dozens of Wolvr and bear lookin' beasts that had the same black fur and white bone armour and those glowing red eyes.
In that moment of palpable tension in the air, one word came out of Brok's mouth, one word that his mind came up with to describe this one moment, "Shit."
Brok tried again, very desperately this time to step between realms, and it was still not working for some reason. He was really glad though that there was no one around to see him make a choice he would regret later on, no matter how tactfully smart it was.
He ran away.
•••
FOR A WHOLE HOUR!
He ran like the winds of Hel for a damned hour and they were still on his tail! And Brok was pretty sure he caught a glimpse of more of those things joining the chase!
It did nothing for him to shake 'em off, and he was starting to get tired, this is absolute bullshit! Why in all the nine realms were thems so fixated on getting a bite out of him, just what in the Hel is going on! First he dies, then he falls from the fricken sky, can't walk between the realms anymore, oh, and let's not forget the seemingly endless hordes of monsters hunting him down like he was a smoking hot roast!
normally he would face the butt ugly beasts without a hint of fear, but there is no chance of surviving that many monsters alone. Sure, it would kick Brok's ego in the dick for choosing to retreat but he wasn't ready to feel death's cold clutches on him again.
"Sir, get down!"
A voice called out he didn't know where, but he listened to them as trees were being uprooted and thrown towards his direction, hitting the black creatures behind him. Most of them died on impact while some others were tossed away and getting back up.
From Brok's side a woman in weird clothes stepped forward, staring down at her enemies. A weapon was in her hand and witha flick of her wrist, she hurled sharp broken branches and more trees at the survivors of her last attack. The blacksmith had never seen Vanir magic like this before, but the same could not be said for the apparent weapon because in her hand was... a riding crop.
Now, this really bewildered Brok, it wasn't sharp, it wasn't blunt, it was flimsy, weak and would bring disgrace to many a Dwarf like him that made a living from smithing powerful magic equipment. Just who in the name of Ivaldi thought it was a grand idea to waste their specialty on something so useless, that it's only purpose is for hitting a servant in their slack jaw.
It didn't take long for the mystery woman to make quick work on them piss smelling shit diggers as they were tossed around like rag dolls and faded into smoke. With the coast clear, said lady turned her attention to the blue Dwarf when he approached.
"Well, I gotta say, given that leather beater ya got, you knows how to kill. Looks like I owe you one for savin' my ass." He said, grumpily over his new debt.
The woman had a indifferent expression and seemingly ignored the comment about her weapon but it was clear her eyes were full of curiosity, "Please, think nothing of it. You just so happened to be in the vicinity where my students and I were camped at. And if I'm being honest, it's rather suspicious of someone to be this deep in the Forever Fall, mister...?" She trailed off, gesturing for a name.
"the name's Brok, and if it damn well pleases ya to know, I didn't come here on purpose also, missy." He said in his usual stuck up manner.
She coldly glared at him as she breathed deeply in attempt to calm herself, "I have questions otherwise regarding why you're here, so I recommend you come with my class and I back to Beacon academy. And my name is Professor Glynda Goodwitch."
~•••~
"So, after meeting with this ol' four eyed geezer here, and showing them my talents as a master blacksmith that I am, we struck a deal that I do work for 'em and help improve students equipment in exchange I get to work on new stuffs with the resources I get." He finished his tale, with a smug smile on his face. Goodwitch however, had an unamused look.
"To this day, I regret ever meeting you, Brok. You have done nothing but make the entire lives of the faculty of the school a nightmare due your experiments with our technology and Dust. Why can't you just follow the terms of our agreement better!" She exclaimed in annoyance, which Brok responded with an annoyed glare. "The fuck you talkin' bout? I followed the rules just like you asked, it ain't my fault if all those pencil pushing killjoys can't handle my greater wisdom."
The professor then had a guffawed look, "Greater Wis- the only wisdom you have is how to hit a hammer on an anvil, you reprobate!" She rounded back in an exasperated manner.
But, Professor Ozpin was not having any of their arguing, "May we please not have another spat please? Remember we are in a family home." He said, directing their attention to the nervous smiling owners of the house.
Loki was still processing all of this, Brok's resurrection should have been impossible given what Mimir told him. And apparent loss of his ability to step between realms was concerning. As confused as he is, Atreus was still happy to see his friend alive again. "I have to say, Brok, didn't think you would ever work for someone. You're not really the type to be bossed around, how did Ozpin convince you to make that kind of deal?" It was strange to know that the blue Dwarf accepted to join a school, but then again Ruby said it was a school that trained warriors so it made some sense.
"Well ya see kid, after showing 'em my spectacular talents, Ozzy became freakishly persuasive in getting me to do business at his academy. I help his sac-lumps improve their equipment and I get rich." He smiled proudly while Ozpin sighed tiredly at the blacksmith's poor mannered explanation.
"In a more appropriate context, Brok's abilities to use magic is something unheard of in Remnant, I explained to him the situation that the Grimm posed to humanity and how such magic could give us a chance to push back." Ozpin said, giving a better description of the event. "And after a while, a new comer arrived in a similar fashion that happened to Brok appeared in Vacuo. A Vanir god named Freyr, I believe you know him."
At that part, Atreus was on his feet with shocked surprise on his face, "Freyr's alive too?!" He exclaimed. First Brok, now Freyr! This was... this was amazing! Atreus was at a complete loss for words, he fell back into his chair with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Yang was next to speak her surprise, "Wait, wait, wait, there's another god besides Atreus on Remnant? Have we become some sort of hotspot for gods and stuff? How come we haven't met our gods yet." She finished with a pout.
That put a full stop on the young god's thoughts as he looked at the blonde girl in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
The two sisters of the house then had wide open eyes as they realised they forgot a crucial piece of information to explain to their new god friend when they were giving him the tour around the house.
"Uh, well you see, we um, we were meant to tell you that, err... we don't have... gods on Remnant. Sorta." Ruby said, awkwardly as she blushed a little bit.
Loki didn't understand, what did they mean that Remnant didn't have any gods? Every realm has gods as far as he was aware, but... no gods at all? That didn't make any sense. The sound of Taiyang clearing his throat made him look to the former Huntsman, "Son, it looks like there's a lot more of Remnant you need learn about. Have you ever heard of the Brother Gods of Light and Darkness in the nine realms?"
•••
"...So all in all, what our beliefs and studies of deities are based on is what we call a mythology. Does that help understanding it better mr. Laufeyson?" Professor Goodwitch said, having pitched in after Tai explained the reason for the absence of gods in Remnant. Suffice to say, it was a lot to take in, not as much as learning Brok's and Freyr's resurrection but still.
"Uh, yeah I guess. And... you can just call me Atreus." The boy didn't have a problem with the formalities but it would take some getting used to being called by his last name.
Brok made a gruff noise with a skeptical look, "When I first heard about it, I called bullshit, and I still do! Ain't no way did some rando preacher came up with the idea of a god in this dung hole. These Remnant gods are out there somewhere hiding in plain sight, I can feel it in my scrote." He said, conspicuously.
Ruby appeared rather confused at his last sentence, "What does scrote mean?" She asked in complete innocence.
Before the blue Dwarf opened his mouth, Ozpin spoke up, "Unimportant." He then turned to the god in the room, "Atreus, I have a... proposition if you would like to hear it?" At the young Jötun's nod he continued, "I imagine that you are at the moment stuck here in our realm, and you much like your companions have no way of returning to the nine realms. I have helped both Brok and lord Freyr take sanctuary in Beacon academy; through your story that Taiyang told me about and what Brok told, I understand that you are a skilled warrior with a great affinity for magic. How would you feel about coming to my school, the school year will begin just next week." He suggested.
"There you can hone and sharpen your skills to outstanding heights, and perhaps there is something in our library that you and your companions can use to achieve a way home. I can't promise that you'll find something of value, after all Remnant folklore and myths tend to be misleading. But I have faith that you'll find your own path with the help of your friends. Why don't we let you and Brok catch up so you can ponder on my offer." The headmaster got up from the couch, gesturing for Glynda and Tai to follow.
While the girls stayed as they were gushing over Atreus receiving the honour of being invited to join Beacon academy personally by Ozpin himself like Ruby did, "I can't believe it! You're being offered to get into Beacon, a god! And Ozpin knows another god! This is so cool!" Ruby said, ecstatically.
Atreus had to admit it was quite a fortunate opportunity for him. In fact, every decision he made to follow his visions to find the other giants led him to a new realm where those he lost are back. This must be what he was searching for this entire time, maybe the giants found this place to stay hidden, and maybe there were still some around. And now that he thought about it, it's not so much a bad idea to go Beacon. "Yeah. It is cool." He said with a small smile.
The young man then gave his attention to his old friend, "It's really good to see you again, Brok. I... I have a lot to talk to you about."
"You're really going to bring in that boy?" Glynda asked pensively as she and the two men were discussing the headmaster's recent choice, "I must admit that he isn't what I was expecting of a god, twice now since we met Freyr. I suppose I should keep my expectations of godly appearances lower from now on." She remarked.
When Glynda first met Freyr, a raggedly wild dressed man, she had no idea that gods would look so... mortal. She had always believed that all gods were omnipotent and wise like the Brothers ever since joining Ozpin's inner circle, but Freyr managed to break that concept, not completely mind you, but his first impression left the deputy headmistress a little disappointed. Now she hoped that Atreus Laufeyson would revitalise her views.
"I'm sorry, could one of you please tell me when you were going to mention that an inter dimensional blacksmith and god was part of the academy's faculty?! Where both of my daughters are going?!" Taiyang whisper yelled.
In hindsight, they should have said something to him before enrolling both his daughters.
"We would have mentioned something sooner or later, old friend. It just... slipped my mind at the time at the police station." He said, with a slight mischievous smirk.
Taiyang just rolled his eyes at the headmaster's excuse, "Sure, but with this Freyr guy and Atreus... do you think they can stop... her?" He asked tentatively.
That was the same question Glynda thought herself when they discovered the Vanir god, a chance to finally put a stop to the queen of the Grimm once and for all, to finally be free from this shadow war. But due to Freyr's limited powers that are tied to his sword, and the rest being for agricultural purposes, Ozpin had held the foreign god back. Hopefully Atreus can provide a better advantage. If not, then... she prays for someone who can.
"I don't know the full extent of the boy's abilities, so I can't say. Mr. Laufeyson didn't arrive here through the same means that his allies have, when we spoke you told me that he 'fell into a lake while being pulled down by bifrost'. That is what he said, correct?" At Taiyang's nod he continued, "Then rather than death, he came here by travelling through a gateway in said lake. So if he, Freyr and Brok worked together to create a path to the nine realms, perhaps the gods there can lend us their aid if Atreus is not enough." He devised. It seemed that the idea of traversing realms has been on the headmaster's mind from what Glynda could tell, even she was curious to explore a different world. She'd bet that James would want in on it as well if he was told of this idea.
Though when the Atlesian general was informed of the existence of the Dwarf and god months ago, he was very persistent about meeting them. But, thankfully Ozpin managed to convince him to wait until they grew accustomed to the new world they were in.
Having known Ironwood for as long as she has, the combat professor was certain that his patience was thinning given his nature to resolve problems as fast as possible.
"Then you're going to tell Atreus about Salem if he accepts your invitation?" Taiyang said, in a low voice, keeping sure that no one else would hear.
"Soon, he may be god but he is still young, and young minds don't usually make rational decisions. Plus, I have no doubt that he will accept, the only two people he knows from home are there." He said, with full confidence, "And while we're here, is there anything else you've learned from Atreus that he's told you?"
"So... Sindri finally snapped has he? That bootlicker finally let go huh." Brok lamented, Atreus shared the same feeling as him. He could remember how his best friend had blamed him for his brother's death like it was yesterday, he wished he could still make up with the once cleanly Dwarf after Ragnarök. But... he knew it would've only started a heated argument.
Ruby spoke in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Well, hey, look on the bright side! With Brok alive, you and Sindri can be friends again and no one has to be angry anymore!" She finished with a bright smile.
Yang put a hand around her sister's shoulder, showing her agreement, "Yeah! And, once you two figure out how to get back to the nine realms, we can all celebrate about... being alive and stuff!"
However, Atreus and Brok didn't share that optimism, "Were you two not listenin' to a word the kid said, or you just that naive that you's don't get it?" The Dwarven blacksmith said in his usual vulgar tone. The sisters were confused by Brok's words as the young Jötun piped in to elaborate.
"Guys... Brok died because I didn't know that Odin was pretending to be Týr, and because I brought him into the house Sindri blames me for what happened. Even if-when he and Brok reunited again, it won't... it won't change how he feels." He said, despondently. Ruby and Yang were disheartened to hear this and wanted to argue, but they couldn't make any solid points to encourage their belief that Sindri would forgive Atreus.
"Let's just forget bout it, all this gloom and sappy shit starting to make me nauseated. Anyway, since you'll be coming to Beacon, cus' what the fuck else you gonna do, meet me and Freyr at my shop I got set up. I gots a surprise to show ya." He informed the young god.
A surprise? Now that got the boy interested and his spirit raised, "What's it gonna be?" He asked. Brok just groaned as a response, Atreus cringed on the inside as he realised his mistake.
"Oh, can we come too? I wanna see this surprise! It's gonna be magic related isn't it?! Do you think you could give us magic?! Oh! Oh! Could you teach me how you make awesome magic weapons too?!" The red themed girl asked in a tirade of questions excitedly. But Brok had an annoyed frown on his face, "Oh sure, why not just bring the entire damn kingdom into our business while you're at it! And if you wants me to make you any instruments of mass destruction, then you better have the lien and materials to pay for it, I don't run a charity!" He said, dispassionately.
Yang furrowed her brow, a little aggravated by the blue Dwarf's attitude, "Hey, chill out will ya? She just got excited cus' ya know, gods, magic and stuff is all world shattering to us. And besides, this 'surprise' can't hurt can it?" She asked in a carefree manner. Loki understood the curiosity, but he did understand that Brok wanted only he, Atreus and Freyr to know what he had in store, private matters after all. But, it does kind of hurt seeing Ruby dejected like a kicked puppy.
The boy looked to Brok with a face that pleaded for him to have some sympathy. The Dwarf knew that look and was too late to resist its effects, "Doooh, alright fine! If you can get on the same team as the little turd over here on initiation day, we'll let you in on the little secret." His brooding tone went ignored as the girls whooped in revitalised joy.
Though something about what the Dwarven blacksmith said gave the boy pause, "Initiation day?"
It was Yang that answered him, "Oh yeah, in order to get into an Huntsman academy, you need to either go through 4 years of combat school or take a provisioned entrance exam to show you've been specially trained. After that, you just pick which academy you want and try to pass whatever the test for initiation is."
Ok, the first part he got, the second part he didn't really get, the Champion of the Jötnar had no idea what a provisioned entrance exam entailed but he decided to worry about it later. Atreus also wondered what kind of training they taught to the students, they didn't have magic so they would have to focus primarily on melee and hand to hand combat. But Brok said he saw professor Goodwitch throw trees with nothing but her riding crop when they first met, so why did Ozpin say that magic was unheard of? Ok, now he really didn't get it.
"I believe from all the commotion, you've decided on my offer?" Professor Ozpin said as he walked back into the living room suddenly.
Speak of the raven and it shall come, Atreus didn't hear the headmaster until now, he must be just as good as Thor when sneaking around! "Uh, yeah I have. My objective was to find any of the Jötnar that left the realms, my visions led me here so, maybe your school can lead me to where they are. So... I'll be there...?" He cringed on the inside at how awkward his answer sounded.
Ozpin made a small chuckle in response, "I see, I'm glad that you'll be joining my students and fellow Huntsmen this year. If you do come across clues about your kind you have my full support in your search for them. Now I believe we've taken up enough of your time and should start heading off." He said, as the two other adults came back as well, while the headmaster opened a... strange glowing rectangular... thing.
"It's been pleasant meeting you Atreus, I'll make the necessary arrangements to sign you into the system, so until we meet again next week, enjoy learning about Remnant." He then bid the family goodbye as he, Goodwitch and Brok made for the front door.
But not before the young god called out, "Wait! Professor Ozpin! Is it possible that I can see Freyr sometime? I'd like to know how he's doing."
The spectacled headmaster thought for a moment on the request, "He's currently on a mission investigating on a recent train heist out in the Forever Fall. But I'll see what I can do." He said, closing the door behind him.
"Soooo? Whatcha think of him huh? You just met with professor Ozpin, a legendary Huntsman in the flesh!" Yang said to Atreus in amazement. "And you got to meet him in person twice now Rubes! And we have gods on Remnant! This is by far the best day ever!" She cheered as she picked up her little sister and spun around much to the sibling's embarrassment.
As much as the sight of the sisters messing around seemed adorable to him, Atreus pondered on what he thought of the headmaster, per to Yang's question. He was obviously a sophisticated, intelligent man, kind of like Mimir except without the accent and more thought out with complex words.
But there was still that ancient energy that he felt from the professor, it seemed familiar like magic but... different. Atreus will have to ask Brok or Freyr about it sometime.
Taiyang looked at his own luminous rectangle thing and whistled, "Wow, it's quarter past 4 already? Time really flies huh. Guess should start getting dinner ready." Wait. That thing could tell time? What is it and where can he get one!
"Sorry dad, but we don't have much to make anything and we gave what was left of last night's dinner to Atreus earlier." Ruby apologised.
"Guess we'll just have to order takeout, right?" Yang said, wearing a grin that went ear to ear. What was takeout? Don't they have to go hunting or is there a town nearby? The former Huntsman sighed as though he expected the outcome.
"The CCTS is still down, so we can't make a call. Alright guys, let's head out for pizza." The girls appeared ecstatic and high fived each other, all while the poor boy got more confused than he should have been. "What's 'pizza'?" He asked, and the sisters gladly explained to him the origins of the famous Mistralian dish.
Woooo! This took a while! Eh? It was really difficult trying to get the speech behaviour right for everyone and my brain was burnt out trying to squeeze out good content.
Writing fanfiction is way harder than I thought it was, like I have this constant fear that if I take too long I'll make this friend of mine that I mentioned earlier feel tired of waiting for me to finish and will leave, not that I believe they would as they are a good person, I just don't want to let people down cus' I'm a people pleaser and sometimes it's a curse.
Anyway, I'm glad that there are those who are reading this story are enjoying it, I've pretty much mapped out what I want the story to go down so as long as I keep it slow and steady, there should be chapters coming out on a monthly basis, and BOY do I wish it was shorter than that. Oh by the way did I mention that I'm a huge procrastinator.
Sorry, couldn't help myself even if I tried, but what are we if not human, we're just complicated like that.
Oh, and if the fight scene with Brok and the Boarbatusk didn't seem great to anyone let know on how I can write future fights better.
So see you all later in the next chapter and hope you all still have a good time reading A new god in Remnant!
P.S does anyone know what the in-game incantation for the runic attack Sharpshooter Stare is? Like what does Atreus say when he does it because I have been searching so hard for it and came up empty. I would really appreciate it if any of you could help me, thanks.
