Update:

If you're familiar with my other work, you probably know I have good ideas—it just takes me some time to refine them. Well, the rewrite has officially begun! I'm taking the core spirit of this story and giving it the refinement it deserves.

Important Notes

Pairings:
Unless there's a clear consensus from readers on which pairings they want, I'll be making the choice myself. Currently, I'm leaning toward Percy x Multiple, as it would push me as a writer and allow me to explore a style I haven't tackled yet. That said, I'm open to suggestions if you have pairings you'd like to see—throw them my way!

Worldbuilding Adjustments:
The original background I gave for this universe is being reworked. I'm not going to do mental gymnastics to create a unified explanation for all the pantheons. Instead, as with human cultures, they evolved independently.

The Norse Pantheon will essentially be an alien pantheon—not originally from Earth. Midgard was merely a small, autonomous part of their once-great empire. This opens up some intriguing narrative possibilities.

Characters and Setup:

Salla is the Norse name for Sally, the youngest daughter of Odin and Fjörgyn. She's a full-blooded sister of Thor. Fjörgyn (akin to Gaia in Greek mythology) is both a goddess of the earth and a Jotun, making Percy's heritage quite interesting. Percy's lineage: He's half Olympian, one-quarter Aesir, and one-quarter Jotun. His father is Poseidon, and the story follows him growing up among the Olympians. This will be a slow burn, with vibes similar to Cradle of Olympus (a fantastic read, though sadly unfinished). The timeline is set post-Ragnarok, so most of the Norse Pantheon is either in Valhalla or Hel.

Additional Projects:

His Lady of the Moon is still ongoing—just juggling a lot of projects at the moment! Over the past few months, I've written close to six million words across various projects (though most of it remains unused).

I hope you enjoy this little teaser! Let me know your thoughts on pairings or anything else. Your input is always appreciated!


World on fire:

The world was burning as Salla ran, clutching her boy—just eight winters old. His dark black hair and sea-green eyes reminded her so much of his father. The child's breath came in frightened gasps, but he held onto her hand as they raced through the crumbling halls.

The throne room shuddered violently as another blast roared through the palace—fire and fury unleashed by the demon of flame.

"Father..." Salla's voice trembled as she stepped inside, her fear evident despite her effort to steady it.

The All-Father's single eye met hers, his expression grim. Yet, even now, a faint light flickered in his gaze at the sight of his youngest, his favorite. "Salla," he said, his voice heavy, "it is time."

Tears blurred her vision as she nodded. "So... we've lost?" Her voice broke on the question.

Odin shook his head slowly. "We have all lost, my dear. Such waste..." His words trailed off as if they weighed too much to bear. Then his tone hardened, solemn and resigned. "My final battle approaches. Your brother has already engaged the World Serpent. Its venom has sealed his fate. Valhalla awaits."

"Then I will join you!" Salla declared defiantly, her chin rising. But Odin's stern gaze silenced her.

"You made your choice eight years ago," he said, his voice gentler now. "You chose a life beyond Asgard, and your path lies there still. Do not let your pride doom your son as my pride doomed my kin." His words cut through her resolve like a blade.

Her tears fell freely now, streaking her face, but Odin gave her no chance to argue. He raised his hand, and the air grew heavy, thick with the power of ancient, unfathomable runes. Light flared—blinding, all-consuming—and tore her away. Away from her father. Away from her family. Away from her mother, Fjörgyn. From her brother, Thor. From her uncle, Loki. Each name carved a fresh wound in her heart as the world she knew slipped into nothingness.

Salla's scream of protest echoed into nothingness as the magic wrenched her through realms.

She fell hard onto the smooth stone, the air heavy with salt and water. The throne room of the Merfolk glistened around her, its crystalline walls catching the dim glow of the ocean beyond. She raised her head and froze.

Her lover stood before her, sea-green eyes wide in shock. Beside him, his queen—the rightful wife—stared down at Salla with icy disdain.