MY SECOND PERCY JACKSON FANFICTION
The long and stately halls of Valhalla echoed with a hearty cheer as Magnus Chase, son of Frey, strode through the immense doors. It was not the triumphant return one might expect from a hero of the Norse. The raucous laughter and uproarious applause that filled the air was far from traditional. No, this was something entirely different.
"Welcome back, Magnus!" bellowed Luke Castellan, stepping forward. He was garbed in a surprisingly accurate Viking outfit, complete with horned helmet and a thick, faux fur cloak. His voice was laced with a dramatic Scandinavian accent, his words rolling like thunder across the fjord-inspired decor. "We've been waiting for ya!"
Luke was joined by Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Will Solace, Leo Valdez, and Frank Zhang, all similarly dressed in outlandish Viking garb. The six demigods, each known for their own heroic deeds, had thrown together a wild welcome back party for their Norse friend. The hall was decorated to look like a Scandinavian fjord, complete with painted murals of towering cliffs, roaring waterfalls, and grazing goats.
Scandinavian music blared from a corner, the lilt of fiddles and accordions filling the air with a festive rhythm. The tables were laden with hearty Scandinavian fare – smoked salmon, pickled herring, potato pancakes, and more. The sights, the sounds, the scents, it was all overwhelmingly, stereotypically Scandinavian.
Magnus, upon taking in the scene, blinked twice and shook his head, a bemused smile playing at his lips. "Guys," he began, his voice ringing with disbelief, "what the hell is this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" replied Percy, a twinkle in his sea-green eyes. His normally American accent was heavily laden with a Scandinavian lilt, making his words sound more like a parody than anything else. "We're throwing you the most Scandinavian party Valhalla has ever seen!"
"Yah, don't you see the goats?" added Leo, grinning widely and pointing to the numerous goat-themed decorations scattered around the hall. "And the fjord murals? The food? The music? It's all for you, man!"
"Welcome home, Magnus!" Frank chimed in, his voice booming across the hall. He raised a horn filled with mead in a toast, his accent surprisingly authentic compared to the others. "To the son of Frey!"
The six demigods cheered, raising their own horns in a salute. They spoke in exaggerated accents, their words filled with warmth and mirth. It was a strange sight, a blend of worlds and cultures, a mix of Greek and Roman demigods attempting to recreate a slice of Norse life.
Magnus could only laugh at the absurdity of it all. He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'll bite. Let's party like Vikings!"
And so, the revelry began in earnest. The sound of laughter, music, and merriment filled the halls of Valhalla. The demigods, clad in their Viking garb, celebrated their friend's return with a party that would be remembered for ages. And Magnus, at the heart of it all, felt a warmth in his chest. Even if the accents were all wrong, and the Viking outfits a bit over the top, the sentiment behind it all was real. The heroes of the Greek and Roman pantheons had gone out of their way to welcome him back in the grandest way they knew how. It was ridiculous, it was over the top, but it was also incredibly endearing. Magnus wouldn't have itany other way.
Percy, with his hair slicked back and a grin as wide as the sea, was the first to drag him into the fray. "Come on, Magnus! Show us how to do that Viking dance!" He exclaimed, his words tumbling out in a comically thick Scandinavian accent.
Magnus laughed, "You mean the Halling? I'm not sure you guys have the acrobatics for it." Regardless, he demonstrated, leaping and kicking high into the air, his companions watching with wide eyes and bursts of laughter.
"Whoa," Jason exclaimed, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "That's quite the dance!"
Will Solace was the next to join in, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, if we're going to do this, we might as well do it right!" He declared, before launching himself into a rather enthusiastic – if not entirely accurate – attempt at the dance.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, dancing, and feasting. The demigods played their parts with gusto, their exaggerated accents and over-the-top Viking attire only adding to the joyous atmosphere. Even the goats seemed to get into the spirit of things, bleating loudly and joining in the revelry.
As the night wore on, and the music softened, Magnus found himself standing to the side, watching his friends. Their laughter echoed through the halls of Valhalla, their smiles as bright as the torchlight. It was strange, it was ridiculous, but it was also incredibly heartfelt.
They had done this for him. They had thrown him a party so stereotypically Scandinavian it was laughable, but it was also the best welcome home he could have asked for. He watched as Luke clapped Leo on the back, both of them laughing at some joke. Percy and Jason were deep in conversation, their faces animated. Will and Frank were trying to coax a goat into dancing, their laughter ringing through the hall.
Magnus couldn't help but smile. This was his family. These were his friends. And they had welcomed him back with open arms, in the most ludicrous, over-the-top way possible. But that was okay. Because it was them. It was their way of showing their love and appreciation.
And as Magnus looked around the grand hall of Valhalla, filled with his friends, the blaring Scandinavian music, the laughter, the ridiculous Viking outfits, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. This was home. And he wouldn't trade it for anything in the nine realms.
With a laugh, Magnus raised his horn of mead in a toast. "To the best, most ridiculously Scandinavian party Valhalla has ever seen!" he shouted.
And the hall erupted in cheers, the demigods raising their own horns in salute, their voices echoing through the halls of Valhalla. The music played on, the laughter continued, and Magnus Chase, son of Frey, was home.
Magnus took a moment, watching the faces of his friends light up in the glow of the torchlight. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the feast, the sea air, and something else—friendship, perhaps.
Finally, he turned to the group, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "Guys," he began, his voice barely audible over the din of the celebration. "How did you set all this up?"
The six demigods exchanged glances, their faces alight with mischief. Luke was the first to speak up. "Well, you can thank Mr. Valdez here for the décor," he said, nodding towards Leo who was busy trying to convince a goat to wear a Viking helmet.
Leo looked up, grinning widely. "Yeah, man. I mean, I may not be a son of Hephaestus for nothing. Got these hands to do some magic," he said, wiggling his fingers for emphasis, his accent slipping a bit in his excitement. "Those murals? All me."
"And the food?" Magnus asked, his gaze drifting over the spread. The array of Scandinavian delicacies was impressive, to say the least.
Jason stepped forward, a proud smile on his face. "That was a combined effort," he said, his voice thick with a Scandinavian lilt. "We did a lot of research, you know. Watched some cooking shows, read some recipes. Percy nearly burned down the kitchen, but we managed."
Percy shot him a glare but didn't deny it, instead choosing to say, "Hey, those potato pancakes turned out great, didn't they?"
"And the music?" Magnus asked, pointing to the corner where a phonograph was playing traditional Scandinavian tunes.
Will Solace, his blonde hair glinting in the torchlight, grinned. "Oh, that was all me. I have a knack for finding obscure music. Plus, Apollo might be my dad, but I have a pretty diverse taste in music."
Frank, who had been quiet until now, finally chimed in. "And the accents," he said, his voice deep and booming with a surprisingly accurate accent. "We practiced those for weeks."
Magnus looked around at his friends, at their ridiculous outfits, at the hall decked out to look like a Scandinavian fjord, at the feast of Scandinavian dishes, at the phonograph playing traditional music. He shook his head, a slow chuckle escaping his lips.
"You guys are unbelievable," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "I can't believe you did all this for me."
The demigods just shrugged, their faces alight with smiles. "We're your family, Magnus," Percy said, clapping him on the shoulder. "We wanted to make your return special."
"And besides," Luke added, "who wouldn't want to throw a ridiculously over-the-top Viking party?"
Magnus laughed, his heart full. "Thank you, guys. This... This is the best welcome home I could have ever asked for."
And with that, they raised their horns in a toast, their voices echoing through the halls of Valhalla. To friendship, to family, to homecomings and ridiculous Viking parties. Because in the end, that's what it was all about. Love, laughter, and a place to call home.