Alright, so if you haven't noticed already I've gotten work on posting the rewritten chapters for Son of Thor. So I've deleted the old chapters and are posting the new ones to normal way, which will be causing them to appear on Email notifications hopefully. So if you're looking at this one for the first time, go check out chapter 1 so you aren't confused by the beginning of this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own God of War or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I only own the OC Jakob Thorsson.
'Damn... feels like I got trampled by a dragon with how my head's feeling.' Jakob thought with a mental groan as he stirred from unconsciousness and back into the land of the living. His eyes slowly opened, then blinked open and he found himself staring up at the ceiling of an unfamiliar place, and then he instantly remembered that he had not been in a building before he went unconscious.
So where the Hel was he?
Jakob sat up with a quiet groan and rubbed the back of his head, then rolled his shoulders and neck before he glanced around, seeing he was in some kind of infirmary. He also saw he wasn't alone, as a unconscious girl laid in the bed next to his own, beng tended to and spoon-fed something by a girl with curly blonde hair.
"Brother!"
Jakob looked over upon hearing Mimir's voice, finding the head placed on a table that the Leviathan Axe was leaning against. Mimir's shout also startled the blonde-haired girl and she stood up, whirling around in surprise and Jakob got a good look at her.
She was the same age as him, with curly blonde hair, had a athletic-looking body. and captivating storm grey eyes that shined with curiosity and intelligence. Her attire consisted of black boots, navy blue jeans, an orange shirt with "Camp Half-Blood" on it and a pegasus, and a grey jacket over it. She also had a necklace, with several clay beads and a college ring on it.
"You're awake!" The girl said as she went to approach, but Jakob recalled the Leviathan Axe to him and held it up warningly which made her stop in her tracks.
"Jakob, don't!" Mimir cut in before things could turn hostile. "The young lass there found you unconscious on the shore of the lake. She brought you here alongside another, though there was quite a few questions asked, and I agreed to answer them only when you've awoken."
Jakob, trusting Mimir's word the most, grunted and lowered the Axe before hooking it through one of his belt loops and gave Annabeth a small nod. "Thank you... for helping me, I guess."
"Don't mind him, lassie." Mimir said apologetically. "Jakob here doesn't trust people he doesn't know, prefers keeping them at arms' length in case they backstab him."
"Mimir..." Jakob warned.
Annabeth nodded in understanding. "It's completely understandable. I know what it's like to not trust any stranger, but I hope you realize we don't mean you any harm."
Jakob's eyes narrowed. "Where am I, anyway?"
"I'll let Chiron answer your questions." Annabeth said and gestured for him to follow. "Come on, I'll take you too him. I doubt Andromeda there will wake up anytime soon, but Grover will bring her to us once she does."
Jakob glanced at the unconscious girl before he grabbed Mimir's head and clipped him to the back of his hip before following the blonde-haired girl out of the infirmary.
'Wait, her shirt said Camp Half-Blood on it, and there's only one... oh dammit.' Jakob thought with a silent groan as he realized where he was. Jakob had read and learned everything there is to know about the other pantheons, including the Olympians, and Odin had mentioned that they even had a camp for their demigod children, although Odin's ravens could not go through the barrier for risk of being detected by the Olympians. If this really was Camp Half-Blood... then it seems Jakob will be under watch by the Olympians and back into godly affairs once more.
The Norns hate him.
As Jakob followed Annabeth silently, he took in the view around them. The valley that came into view rolled all the way up to the water. It seemed to almost glitter in the distance. The landscape was dotted with small buildings that looked like Ancient Greek architecture, with an open-air pavilion, an amphitheatre, and a circular arena. The strange thing was that they all looked brand new, the bright white columns shining in the sun.
In a nearby sandspit, many high school kids and satyrs were playing volleyball. Canoes glided across a lake. Kids in bright orange tee-shirts were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins below. Some shot targets at archery ranges. Others rode horses- which had wings- down a wooded trail.
Down at the end of the porch, two men sat across from each other at a card table. The blonde haired girl who'd spoon-fed him strawberry cheesecake-flavoured pudding was leaning on the porch rail next to them.
The man facing them was small, but plump. He had a red nose, watery eyes and curly hair so black it seemed purple. He looked like your average gambler, yet Jakob knew right away that he was a god. He wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt.
"That's Mr. D," Annabeth murmured. "He's the camp director. Be polite. And there's Chiron…"
She pointed at the guy who had their back to them.
The first thing Jakob noticed about Chiron was that he was sitting in a wheelchair. He wore a tweed jacket, thinning brown hair, a scraggly beard.
'If this is Chiron, the trainer of heroes himself, then where's his horse half?' Jakob wondered with a frown but guessed that his horse half was hidden by illusion magic.
"Chiron, I've brought him and the talking head." Annabeth said, announcing their presence as Chiron turned to them with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
"Ah good. Come, young man, sit." Chiron said, offering one of the empty seats at the table. Jakob quietly sighed but walked over, taking Mimir off his hip and placing the head on the table before taking a seat that did not put him any closer to Chiron or Mr. D.
Mr. D looked up upon Mimir being placed on the table, then looked at Jakob and immediately sensed what he was. He shot Chiron a look. "What in Chaos' name is an Aesir doing here?"
"A-Aesir?!" Said Chiron, worried and nervous at the idea of an Aesir being here.
"If I had my way, I wouldn't have came here at all." Jakob retorted, crossing his arms with a huff. "Feel off a cliff and into a river, got washed ashore here. That answer your question?"
"I'll handle this, brother." Mimir cut in gently. "Believe me, we had no intention of coming here. But Jakob here faced off against a pair of Cyclops and a Hellhound, and at one pint the back of his head was hurt and his vision blurred. So he stumbled and fell off a cliff and washed ashore to this place, and that's how we came to be here."
Mr. D huffed and shook his head. "At least I won't be blamed once it starts raining lightning." Said Dionysus, knowing his father won't be happy to learn that someone from another Pantheon is here.
"Like it'd even tickle me." Jakob retorted, causing Dionysus to pause before sighing in annoyance.
"Because of course you're the Thunder Lummox's spawn. Wonderful!" Dionysus said sarcastically.
"Look, we're only here in America because we're in hiding from the Aesir." Mimir explained, knowing they'll need to or else it'll be worse for them if the Olympians just assume why they are here... especially Zeus, given the tension between the Olympians and the Aesir which was quite similar to the cold war tension between Americana and Russia really.
"Oh? And what caused the son of Thor to hide from his own family, huh?" Dionysus inquired with a look at said demigod.
"That's personal." Jakob said with a hard look in his eyes. "All you need to know is Mimir and I are not here as an act of war, Odin does not know we're even in America or this close to Olympus."
"Why would you even come this close, anyway? Why not hide somewhere else?" Dionysus asked with a frown.
"They won't be expecting me to hide in another pantheon's territory, especially one that isn't as strong as they used to be." Jakob said with a raised brow, with Dionysus scowling in annoyance at this but he reluctantly admitted to himself that the boy was right. The Olympians weren't as strong as they used to be before their decline in worship.
Dionysus then stood. "I'm going to have to go to Olympus and inform my father about this. Chiron, watch the Aesir." With that, the God of Wine flashed away to Olympus.
"Cheerful fellow." Mimir commented. "I always heard he was the life of a party when drunk, but seeing him sober... it's a little disturbing."
"So you're really from another pantheon?" Annabeth asked with a look of curiosity and interest in her eyes as she stepped forward. "The Aesir are part of Norse mythology, right?"
"Correct." Mimir confirmed. "I'd wager, with that look of intelligence, curiosity and interest in your eyes... you must be a daughter of Athena, right?"
"I am." Annabeth nodded proudly.
"Well, this has certainly been a interesting morning." Chiron said with a small smile as he looked at Jakob.
"Might become a bad one if Zeus decides to have us executed." Mimir said with a sigh. "I've already died once, not sure I want it to happen again."
"How are you even... alive?" Annabeth asked with a frown as she looked at the head. "I mean, you're just a severed head."
"I was reanimated though magic." Mimir explained, only confusing Annabeth a little bit more. "It's a long story. So, any other questions?"
On Olympus, Dionysus arrived in the throne room and wasted no time in calling for a meeting. With it not being long before all of the Olympians gathered together, all of them in their thrones and Hestia tending to the hearth in the center.
"Dionysus, why have you called this meeting?" Zeus demanded, wondering what reason his son has for calling this meeting, yet wondered if it had something to do with his missing Master Bolt.
Zeus was a very tall, imposing, and very muscular man, with shoulder-length black hair and a gray-and-black neatly trimmed beard. He has brilliant electrically-blue eyes with a serious and proud, but very handsome face. For clothes he wore traditional Greek robes with brown sandals.
"It's a matter of great importance, father. Not long ago a demigod washed ashore in the lake at Camp Half-Blood. However, as soon I saw this demigod I knew right away they were not a Greek demigod... but an Aesir." Dionysus revealed, much to the shock of the other Olympians.
"WHAT?! They dare try to invade into our land?! Which of those barbarians dared to set foot this close to Olympus?!" Demanded Zeus, enraged at the idea of anyone from another Pantheon had entered their territory.
"Tell me where they are, I'll go after them!" Ares said eagerly, refusing to pass up the chance to fight an Aesir, knowing nearly all of them lived for fighting and killing, making it so he always could get a good challenge from them.
Ares was a huge, muscular man, wearing black jeans, combat boots, a black leather duster, and a red muscle shirt under a bulletproof vest. He also wore red-tinted wraparound sunglasses to cover his flame-filled eye sockets. His features are handsome, but in a cruel and brutal way, with knife-scarred cheeks and an "oily" black crew cut.
"We should be thankful it's only a demigod." Hermes pointed out. Hermes was a middle-aged man with muscular build, curly black hair, blue eyes, elfish features, and a sly grin. For clothing, he wore nylon running shorts and New York City Marathon T-shirt, an outfit similar to a mailman's when delivering mail with a pith helmet which sprout wings, and a suit.
"He's right. If it was one of the Aesir Gods, we would already know." Athena agreed with his brother, knowing that the arrival of an Aesir God would get their attention instantly.
Athena was a beautiful and attractive goddess, who looked to be in her early twenties, with long black hair, intimidating gray eyes, and was wearing an elegant white dress.
"Even so, this is still a violation, for any demigod from another Pantheon to enter into our lands is nothing short of an act of war! Oh, I bet they have something to do with the theft of my Master Bolt!" Zeus growled, knowing that Odin would stoop to such lengths to destroy them, destroy him. "Dionysus, have you dealt with the demigod?"
"I didn't. I came here after having a chat with him to know why he was here in the first place." Dionysus said with a sigh, knowing how the others will react when they learn the next piece of news. "And I also learned who his father is."
"And that is?" Apollo asked with a raised eyebrow. Apollo was a tall man, looking to be seventeen or eighteen-years-old, with wavy, sandy blonde hair, tanned skin, sunny blue eyes, and outdoorsy good looks. Along with wearing simple jeans, loafers, and a sleeveless t-shirt.
"The boy's name is Jakob Thorsson." Dionysus revealed while waiting the reaction he expected the name would get from them all.
With it taking a few moments for the name to register, before they all heard thunder and lightning exploding overhead.
"THAT FAT, DRUNKEN FOOL DARES SEND HIS SPAWN INTO MY REALM?!" Yelled Zeus, now completely enraged that a child of Thor was here, despising the Norse God above all others.
Not only for the fact he dared to have domain over the power of lightning and storms, but also the fact of how popular he's become among humans and their modern media. While he only saw Thor as nothing but a cheap imitation of his own image.
"I'll go deal with him!" Ares offered, shooting up to his feet, more excited than ever to go and fight Jakob at learning he's the Son of Thor.
If there'd be anyone he could get a challenge from, it's a demigod of the Norse God of Thunder.
"Sit down now, Ares!" Zeus ordered, refusing to have his war-obsessed son do anything that would antagonize the Aesir Tribe, as much as he hated to admit that Thor alone would raze Olympus if angered.
With the War God slowly sitting down, torn between his desire to go fight the Aesir demigod and his self-preservation at not angering his father, further.
"Lovely, as if we needed another butchering bastard around." Muttered Hera, annoyed at learning a demigod of Thor was here.
Already not liking the Aesir for being a bunch of bloodthirsty, sadistic and arrogant murderers, with Thor being the worst of them all. Now they had to deal with his son being in their territory and she didn't doubt he's no different from his father. Along with the fact that Thor could be considered her husbands counterpart, in terms of their powers at least. It's as if she now had to deal with another one of Zeus's demigods.
Hera was a very beautiful woman with long, aubergine hair that is seen to be tied in a braid with gold and silver ribbon weaved in, fair skin, and glowing cyan-blue eyes. Along with her floor-length, pastel purple dress with a deep v neckline laced with golden trims that exposes much of her bust. Her dress has a high slit on the left, revealing her entire leg, as well as a few pieces of jewelry including her tiara, armbands, earrings, and an ornate choker, all being made from silver with aqua blue gems embedded in them. Along with having a cloak of peacock feathers draped over her shoulders.
"Hmph, those Norse are nothing but trouble, always drinking, fighting and eating nothing but meat. Perhaps they'd be more dignified if they put some cereal in their diet. Maybe their demigods have a chance, but I doubt they're any different." Stated Demeter while crossing her arms with a huff, not having a high opinion of the Norse Pantheon with how violent they are.
Demeter was a beautiful woman with wavy blond hair, tan skin, honey brown eyes, heart shaped face, an hourglass figure, DD-cup breasts, and stood at 5'8. She was currently wearing a forest green silk dress that left her shoulders and upper chest exposed thus showing a lot of cleavage and came down to her ankles. The sleeves of the dress went down to her wrists and were made of lace with golden flower designs on them while she also wore green heels, gold hoop earrings, and a gold necklace to compliment the dress.
"Did he have a weapon of his own? If so did you get a good look at it and how it was made?" Hephaestus asked, being more curious of the weapon Jakob would have, knowing that Norse Gods tended to get dwarves to make their weapons.
And if there's one race the Smith God respected as much as his Cyclops workers, it's the dwarves and their creations. With Hephaestus having always desired to meet them or at the very least study their creations, but knew with his father's paranoia he'd never get the chance.
Hephaestus is a tall bulky man at 6'2, with tanned skin, brown eyes, a thick brown beard, and long combed back brown hair. His clothes consisted of a large brown apron with soot all over it, work gloves, steel toed boots, and leg braces.
"He used an axe and no, I didn't get a look at it, but I would guess it was made by dwarves. Just as his father's hammer was." Replied Dionysus, having not really bothered to focus on Jakob's axe, being more focused on an Aesir being in their territory.
"How strong was he? What did he look like? Did he seem really violent?" Aphrodite questioned eagerly, wanting to know the details of Jakob's appearance and how strong he could be.
As while most of the Norse Gods by not be pleasing to look at, Aphrodite couldn't deny the appeal of how rough they could get, which would make time in bed even more fun. She just wanted to make sure he wouldn't end up hurting any of her daughters or if she needed to try him out herself first.
Aphrodite was a very beautiful woman with fair skin, rosy cheeks, crystal blue eyes, long blonde hair, full lips, a voluptuous body, long legs, thick thighs, wide hips, a narrow waist, a tight ass, a flat stomach, and HH-cup breasts. For clothes she wore a tight hot pink cocktail dress that only came down to her thighs and had only one sleeve, a pair of pink high heeled pumps, and gold hoop earrings in her ears.
"Must you always think with what's between your legs?" Artemis asked with a disgusted huff, not even surprised Aphrodite would be willingly to try and seduce an Aesir. She then looked at Athena. "Do you believe he could be a threat, Athena?"
"The Aesir are known for their strength and thirst for battle. If this boy really is a son of Thor, he could be a powerful enemy." Athena said, her mind already calculating theories on making an enemy out of Thor's son.
"I believe the more important questions are what are his intentions and why is here. Did this Jakob tell you anything, Dionysus?" Said Poseidon, making most of the Olympians look at the God of Madness.
Dionysus shrugged uncaringly. "Only that he, and a severed head that was reanimated, are apparently in hiding from the rest of the Aesir. From what I could tell, he doesn't seem to care that much about his family. I could guess his intentions was to remain hidden and stay out of affairs of Gods."
"With him in Camp Half-Blood, it could give us a better chance to keep an eye on him from afar in case he turns out to be a threat to Olympus and the demigods." Artemis pointed out, with Zeus nodding in agreement.
"Very good, daughter. The appearance of the son of Thor is no coincidence. He must have something to do with the theft of my Master Bolt." Zeus said with narrowed eyes.
"Now you're just letting your paranoia speak, Zeus." Poseidon said with an eyeroll, not surprised his brother would accuse the Aesir demigod of stealing his Master Bolt. His brother has made a habit of accusing others of something they hadn't done lately, he would know. "We would know if a being of another pantheon, demigod or God, crossed the threshold of Olympus and entered. We'd instantly detect the signature and aura of a foreign demigod."
"He... has a point." Athena admitted reluctantly, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth at having to agree with her rival who clearly took enjoyment as he smirked at her.
Zeus grunted in response, not liking to admit Poseidon may be right. Normally, he'd send someone, maybe Artemis or Athena, down to keep an eye on the Aesir rather than just them watch him from above on Olympus. However, Zeus had everyone out searching for the Master Bolt and he did not dare entertain the thought of pulling any of them away from the search in case something happens.
However, he shot his brother a glare. "Or perhaps you granted him safe passage into Olympus without the chance of being detected by any of us!"
"Oh here we go again, blaming me for stealing your toy?"
"IT IS NOT A TOY!"
'Here we go again...' The rest of the Olympians collective sighed as the God of the Sky and the God of the Sea had another argument.
"So, the Nine Realms are real... and they aren't planets?" Annabeth asked after Mimir finished answering one of Annabeth's questions and mentioned the Nine Realms in the process.
"No, that's just a misconception by mortals. The Nine Realms aren't really different planets, think of them more as…different dimensions, different layers of reality that're all layered on top of each other. As for what they are, there's Midgard, which is the one we all live in now, Niflheim the Realm of Fog and Ice, on the opposite side of that is Muspelheim the Realm of Fire and home of the Fire Giants ruled by Surtr the Brave. Then there's Helheim, where the souls of the deceased go when they die and is ruled by Hel Goddess of Death and Daughter of Loki. Along with Alfheim the home of the Light Elves and Dark Elves ruled by Freyr one of the Vanir Gods, Vanaheim the home of the Vanir Tribe, Svartalfheim the home of the dwarves, some of the best craftsmen in the Nine Realms, Jötunheim the home of the Jötnar, and…Asgard the home of the Aesir Tribe and ruled by Odin with an iron fist." Mimir explained.
"And that is where you are from." Chiron said, looking at Jakob who just grunted and nodded in response, having not spoken as much due to leaving the answering to Mimir. He only piped in when he felt like it.
"So, your father is Thor... is he really like-" Annabeth started
"No, he is not like the Thor from Marvel comics." Jakob said with a scowl. "Not even close. First of all, Mjölnir can be lifted by anyone as long as they're strong enough, that whole being "worthy" thing is a load of crap. Secondly, how he's depicted in media is very different from how he really is, both in appearance and personality."
"Ah, see there's some... negative emotion when it comes to you and your father." Chiron guessed, seeing the dark expression on Jakob's face when talking about his father.
"That's one way to put it." Mimir snorted. "Jakob doesn't... have the best of relationship with his father, and if you knew what he was really like you wouldn't blame him."
Before anything else could be said, Dionysus appeared in a flash, plopping himself down in the chair he had been sitting in before he left for Olympus. He gave Jakob a look. "Looks like you get to live a little longer, boy. However, we're keeping an eye on you."
"Wonderful." Jakob muttered with an eyeroll.
"Mr. Brunner?!" A girl's voice called and they all turned to see the girl Jakob saw unconscious in the infirmary arrive with a curly-haired boy wearing similar clothing to Annabeth, mainly the blue jeans and orange top with 'Camp Half-Blood' on the front.
The girl was a twelve year old, the same age as Jakob, with long black hair, large ocean green eyes akin to emeralds that shined through her pale skin, wearing a dark blue long sleeve jacket over a gray hoodie, a violet t-shirt underneath, a blue skirt that hid her black sport shorts and lastly violet socks worn under a pair blue and white running shoes.
Chiron smiled at the girl. "Ah, good, Andromeda. Now we have four for pinochle."
He offered her a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at the girl with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."
"Uh, thanks?" Andromeda said, scooting away from him.
"Annabeth?" Chiron beckoned the daughter of Athena over and looked at Andromeda. "This young lady nursed you back to health. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Andromeda's and Jakob's bunk? We'll be putting them in cabin eleven. And while you're at it, give Jakob a tour of his home for now while I fill Andromeda in."
"Sure Chiron." Annabeth said, sounding excited to have a chance to ask Jakob and Mimir more questions while Jakob dreaded it. However, he couldn't help but like the idea of finally having a more comfortable place to sleep rather than the cold, damp ground of the woods or a uncomfortable bed in a motel.
Annabeth glanced at the Minotaur horn in Andromeda's hands, then back at her, like she was expecting something from her.
Then she said. "You drool in your sleep."
Andromeda gaped while Jakob couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, and Mimir snickered in amusement.
Annabeth then looked at Jakob. "Come on, Jakob. Let me show you Camp Half-Blood."
Jakob heaved a sigh and stood, picking up Mimir and clipping the head to the back of his hip before following the daughter of Athena down the lawn.
Andromeda blinked before she looked at Chiron. "Was that a head he was carrying?"
And that's it for this chapter. I apologize if some of the rewrite seems bland, especially the reactions to Jakob and his heritage. I am trying to think of how the Gods would take to this news, an Aesir demigod being around, and then how the campers of Camp Half-Blood would take the reveal as well.
it's not like it can be mentioned in passing, casual conversation.
Harem: Silena Beauregard, Thalia Grace, Katie Gardner, Annabeth Chase, Andromeda Jackson (Female Percy), Bianca Di Angelo, Thrúd, Freya, Artemis, Athena, Hestia, Skadi,
Who I'm considering/Maybe: Zoe, Piper, Aphrodite, Hylla.