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Odin waited until Harry was fully in the room before closing the door behind him.
Harry spun around at the sound, suspicious for the first time months. "Where are we?"
"My weapons chamber. It is where I keep the weapons that have yet to choose a worthy warrior," Odin answered sweeping past the much smaller man and down the rows of swords, staffs, spears, and more.
"I don't understand. Why bring me here?" Harry asked cautiously following the king.
Odin did not turn to look at the man, instead choosing to answer over his shoulder. "I believe it is time that you arm yourself as an Asgardian would. You are ill prepared for the dangers of this world. Something that must be remedied if you are to be my sons' Oath Father."
Harry felt the panic that coursed through his body stop suddenly at the king's words.
"As their Oath Father, it is your duty to watch over and guide my sons when I cannot. Something you have done since you arrived among us. I will make the declaration at the next feast," Odin stated calmly, finally turning to look at the shocked man. He held back a smile as he watched, Harry begin to understand what Odin was asking of him.
"So as their blood father, it is my duty to arm you according to our customs. First, choose the weapon that calls to you," Odin gestured around them to all the weapons on their shelves, pedestals, and hooks.
Harry looked around, realizing that Odin knew how he felt naked and helpless without his wands. This was his attempt to remedy that problem until Harry's wands could be returned to him.
Instantly, two weapons drew his attention. One a hammer with a leather and wooden handle and a head of bright silver etched with engravings he did not understand. The other a staff of gold and bronze, simple yet intricate in design.
"Hold out your hands, your weapon will come to you," Odin commanded, watching with interest.
Harry hesitantly complied, feeling as if he was back in Ollivander's receiving his first wand. Instantly, the hammer and staff lifted from their pedestals and flew into his hands. They rested solidly in his hands and yet felt light as feathers.
"Interesting. Mjolnir was forged from the heart of a dying star. Created to be wielded only by the just and brave. To protect and rule as a leader among men and gods alike. Not one of my other warriors have been able to wield it other than myself. The staff has remained nameless as no one has been considered worthy to wield it. It is a tool to guide and advise as well as be a powerful weapon in the right hands. Never has anyone been chosen by two weapons simultaneously. To be considered both a leader and an advisor is a rare thing," Odin pondered the man before him who stared at the weapons in his hands with shock.
"What do I do?" Harry asked feeling gravely out of his depth.
"You have two choices. Deny one of the weapons or accept both and learn to wield them together. The choice is yours. However, once the choice is made, it cannot be undone unless the weapon no longer believes you worthy to wield it." Odin answered. His brows low in thought.
Harry stared at the weapons feeling equally torn between the two. However, he recalled all the times he had to switch from being a leader to a follower to an advisor and back again. Destroying Horcruxes, leading Dumbledore's Army, following Dumbledore or Hermione or Ron or Neville when he was out of his depth.
Harry felt that the decision was made when the weapons chose him. "I will try to wield both."
Odin smiled, pleased that the man would challenge himself. "Very well, I will have my warriors begin your training. Your hand may not be up to much but with time, I believe its strength will return."
Harry felt relief at the idea however, something still bothered him. "Sir?" Harry called out to Odin as the man turned away.
Odin turned back to see a confused but curious young man, clutching the weapons, one in each hand. A warrior on the brink of something important. Something that could save him from the darkness.
"Odin, why do you trust me? Why let me into your palace, your family? I'm a stranger. A stranger from a different world. How do you know I'm not out to kill everyone here? Hurt your family? Sent by enemies? I just don't understand? I could have sent the troll myself just to appear a hero. I…"
Odin held up a hand to silence him. He placed a fatherly hand on Harry's shoulder and with a gentle smile calmly stated, "Your actions speak louder than your words. You cannot hide the truth in your eyes or in your manner. It would be like denying the essence of your being. You are a good man. A brave warrior. What more do I need to know that you will not tell me when you are ready?"
At that, Odin turned to lead Harry from the armory. Harry had no choice but to follow, stunned at the king's words. "Is it that simple? Just like that I'm trustworthy?" Harry asked.
Odin chuckled, "Aye, it is that simple. Now are you ready to train or do you still need to catch your breath?"
Harry grinned. "I guess it's time to train."
"Good lad," Odin said clapping the smaller man on the shoulder nearly knocking him over as they walked back down the long hallway but instead of the infirmary they went to the warrior's hall. It was time indeed.
Author's note: It may be a short chapter but here it is! I didn't want to leave you all hanging like I did...for months...so sorry about that by the way... Cheers!- Randompersonality