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Up on Olympus

"So….was he like that when you two were with him?" Apollo asked Demeter and Athena. In his mind Njal was the coolest thing to happen in a while. A dimension traveling super viking with magic powers and the soul of a god, what about that is not awesome? Though, the rest of his family might not agree.

"No…well, despite some above normal strength he never showed anything like what we just saw." Demeter said. While working with Greenpeace she had seen Njal move very large object with relative ease but just chalked it up as him being a very strong human, not….what he did turn out being.

"What concerns me is how was he able to hide this power from not one, but two goddesses? One of which is the Goddess of Wisdom?" Spoke Hera. This was, at the very least, a problem they needed addressed. How did this man hide his power from them, and why didn't they sense it in the 80 plus years he has been here? The Queen of Olympus didn't like either scenario as it painted Njal in a much stronger light than she would like.

"It doesn't matter how he hide this power. What matters is how much of it does he have, and what are his limitations." Zeus spoke, thunder echoing in the back ground. His siblings rolled their eyes at their brothers theatrics but never the less agreed upon his words. This Njal was a wildcard and most of the Olympians did not like wild cards.

"We have seen him manipulate lightning, the minds of others, change the way the world works, and I am guessing due to the reactions of the mortal police after he exited the sewers, a bit of time itself." Athena spoke going threw the encounters she watched Njal have. The last one on her list disturbed her and the other Olympians the most though. After all time was Cronos's domain and having someone else control it was not good.

"What concerns me is the sword he bears." Hephaestus chimed in. Really,of course his relatives miss the fact that the sword Njal had was made of Dragon boone, though none like he had seen before, and two other unknown materials. The fact that it killed monsters lent evidence to guess that it was magical in some form since it wasn't made of monster killing metals from here. Plus the quality of the blade was excellent, something on par if not better than what his kids made, maybe even some cyclops.

"His blade skills were no joke either, in fact I vote that I should test them, for…..research purposes." Ares said, though none of the others believed his reasoning. Ares however did not care and simply wished for a chance to battle the Nord. He sensed a ton of raging bloodlust and need to conquer in the man, but he kept it under control. That would need to change if they were to fight warrior-vs-warrior and not simply resolve to having a magic fight. Those were lame.

"I swear if he controls water aswell I am going to be so pissed." Poseidon mumbled under his breath not noticing Zeus's glimmer of hope for revenge. Stupid viking man controlling his domain. While each Olympian had their own thoughts, two of them were thinking along the same line. Demeter and Athena both wanted answers from their former interests and father of two of their children. And answers they would get.

Back on Earth

Katie awoke to a sound in the hall outside her room, it was still dark so the possibility of a burglary entered her overprinted 8 year old mind. So grabbing a stuffed bear her dad had purchased for her as a weapon she opened the door to the hall, and immediately regretted it. Standing in front of her was a monster clad in black and red demonic armor with an incredibly large sword in its back. The monster had red skin,a tattooed face, and horns on its head. A demon! Katie wasn't expecting one of those so naturally she reacted as one normally does when surprised by a creature from a nether realm. She tried to scream. Tried was the key word here as the dremora noticed the tiny girl his master had ordered to be protected open her mouth to scream. Realizing that this would bring unwanted attention from both the other girl, and the neighbors he placed his hand over the childs mouth to muffle the scream. The girl attempted to escape his grasp but a quick motion that made her look up prevented that. He lowered himself to the child's eye level and spoke.

"Our master has ordered us to guard you and your kin child. Do not hinder that by alerting others it may lead to unwanted blood shed….for them." The dremora spoke in hopes of calming her. It didn't do that. It did however succeed in making her pass out though, and right when his summoner rounded the corner.

"...Explain." Was all his master said with a glare that would frighten even a Prince.

"The girl awoke and I attempted to calm her….it did not work." The dremora explained.

"Of course it didn't." Njal mumbled. Daedra Lords, great for fighting, not so much as babysitters. Next time he was going to summon Atronachs instead, least they don't talk.

"You and your kin are free to go now." Njal spoke as the daedra nodded and all dispersed back to Oblivion. Leaving Katie lying on the floor and Njal awkwardly standing there. With a sigh Njal lifted his daughter and placed her back in her bed, dreading the hazing from not only her but Annabeth he would receive in the morning. But until then he needed to come up with what his answers were going to be to their questions. After all not everything from home was PG….in fact none of it was his home was a messed up frozen country thats people thrived on war and death. He was gonna have to censor that description at least. Though his bluntness may get the best of him. After closing the door to Katies room Njal made his way towards his own room. The room itself was nothing special….at a first glance anyways. A closer look however would reveal runes and other magical writings that when activated opened to a room that would be better fit in a Doctor Strange comic than a New York home. Bookshelves littered with arcane tomes and long forgotten rituals and spells made up most of the right wall while the left was consumed by plants that a Botanist would wet themselves over and a collection of potions and concoctions. The middle of the room held some chairs and tables covered in notes and ideas on magic theory and applications of other magics, some of those applications being on the formation of new shouts using existing words. It was very promising in Njals mind. Though while all this would cause the normal person to stop and gawk, Njal had another destination in mind. The armory. Now this was not just any old magical armory you see. While those would have nice weapons and armor sure, it just would never compare to what Njal was packing in this one room. Blades formed from indestructible glass? Check. Weapons and items created by entities of chaos? Check. Armor that would make Hephaestus wonder who stole his prized creations? Also, check. Though out of all the Daedric artifacts, lost weapons and armor of legendary heroes and villains, and dwemer forged prototype weapons found during the second Great War against the Aldmeri Dominion. The similarities between that second war and the war in this realm that had just ended when Njal arrived were not lost on him. Though the Thalmor did not wear red arm bands with their symbol on it...guess they had some sense. Diverging from those thoughts Njal approached his destination….his made items. Now as both a master smith and enchanter Njal did take pride in his work, as any artist does..though most artists don't kill people with their art. Njals creations were some of the best made by mortals, mostly due to the materials and the fact Njal had access to much more resources than most in Nirn like an Aetherium forge per say. Now while his items were never really up to par with Daedric made items they did come in a decent second, Starfang being one of his best. Placing said sword on a pedestal next to other blades and weapons Njal turned to leave his inner sanctum. That was until he saw two women he had not seen, up close anyway, in a long while. Ivy Gardener and Joan Olympia, aka Demeter and Athena. Now looking back on it they came up with the single most suspicious names in regards to who they actually were. Njal just chalked it up to having to do it for centuries. Demeter was busy eying up his garden with a gleaming eye and Athena was mimicking her Aunt in regards to his book shelf. Njals eye twitched a bit at the idea that they both just broke into his house, at 2:30 in the morning mind you, entered his inner sanctum, and didn't even have the common courtesy to say hello. Granted Njal did say they could seek him out later but he didn't think it would be in 2 hours!

"I see you helped yourselves to entertainment." Njal spoke eventually, much to the surprise of the two Goddesses. At least they had the common courtesy to look sheepish at being busted by Njal. Though they went right back into their areas of focus, much to Njals annoyance.

"Well…..can I help you two or do you wish to proceed into things you have little knowledge of?" He spoke again. Athena turned and looked at him with a scandalized look.

"Little Knowledge? I'll have you know that wisdom is one of the thing I am goddess of." She spoke eyeing up Njal who looked at her with a deadpan stare.

"Like the wisdom that the book currently in your hand with suck you into a realm of a Daedric Prince who enjoys hoarding all knowledge, which would leave to him attempting to kill you to drain you of your wisdom?" Njal spoke pointing to the Black Book of Hermaeus Mora. The Winds of Change by the look of it. Athena threw the book away and stepped a good five feet away from the shelf.

"How do these plants grow in here?" Demeter spoke up in reference to the garden in a enclosed area with no windows or any form of watering system. Though there were magic balls of light hovering around the area.

"The light from those balls feed the plants all the necessary nutrients for life that they need. That and the fact they are quite hardy helps." Njal stated as he motioned to the chairs in the middle of the room. After both Demeter and Athena had taken a seat Njal sat across from them as they stared him down.

"I take it your questions will be more personal in nature than before?" Njal asked as the two Goddesses nodded their heads. Great, there went any plans for sleep tonight thought Njal as he prepared for the two women he once dated and had "relations" with….well Demeter anyway. Annabeth was made from the thoughts of both him and Athena...which lead to some pretty funny moments of violence in regards to bullying due to Njals lack of tolerance for it.

"Well….proceed." Njal stated as the goddesses prepared their questioning. One thing was for certain, this would be a long night for Njal.