Edda - New Verse(Thor SI - GOW:R/Mythology/other crossovers)

[CrimsonKing100k]

"Right, where to begin?…….well, I'm sure you lot know death, other wise you'd wouldn't be here sharing a drink with me now would ya? Anyway, from what I remember of mine? Well, I remember pretty much all that came before and after, my rather mundane life, back and forth to college and work, and my family as we lived through the tides of life, but the actual event? I've only ever grasped bits and pieces that I barely remember, do I regret anything? No shit I do, but what could I do? what could you lot do? For all our power, we can't go back to 'what' was before…..Right I'm getting off topic, my death………I remember a car crash-the car flipping hard back onto the ground..….as the sky above rages to the tune of lightning cracks…a girl who's screams haunt me as I try to reach her….then flames that started to consume everything in sight as distant sirens pierced the ringing of my ears… the darkness and silence that replaced everything….then waking up in that place…."



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There are many things a person can expect out of death. Some kind afterlife perhaps, maybe reincarnation like those mangas, or if your lucky for seeing the pearly gates on a foundation made of clouds, and unlucky by falling into the flaming pit and the screams of the damned being your only company, or perhaps a ROB who is so bored they fucked with reality for entertainment, or maybe just oblivion into sweet nothingness.

But what I got was strange, don't get me wrong, whatever it is, I can't complain when staying at a picture perfect lake side red cabin that sat next to crystal clear waters, all of which surrounded by the greenest fullest forest you can imagine. All of which I certainly enjoyed as the cabin was filled with all the trip-pings, a fully furnished home with stocked kitchen, huge ass liberty with books that I love, a living room with a massive TV sitting beside a cabinet loaded with my favorite movies, the porcelain throne shininglike it was hand cleaned by the god of cleanliness, and the king sized bed was so comfortable I felt like I could sleep a thousand years in bliss…

…which actually happened…the thousand years I mean, as the grandfather clock in the entryway kept track of the days and seconds that passed by. Time here is different, that much I figured, because beside my best attempts, the days and nights literally flew by despite my efforts to keep track as I watched the sky shift from vibrate blue and its blazing sun to swirling night of dark purple and violet darkness filled with nebulas, stars, and a shining pale moon.

In that time I wondered the beach and forest, walking off into the deep green foliage, going farther and farther each time past oaks and pines number the millions, with the vain hope of finding anything, a road, another house, something to show that I wasn't alone……..sometimes I'd see a possible glimpse of animals but, well, they looked nothing like the ones I remember, being larger then me by a large margin, off colored similar to moss and stone, at one point I could've sworn the deer I saw was glowing blue from its antlers before it took off running……

…. and when I felt tired I head back to the cabin. Though, truthfully, I never felt a lick of hunger or the need to sleep, with all that time I think my subconscious made the routine to keep my sanity. Its amazing, how much it works for your psyche when you keep up the daily routine of living, I've read everything the library offered; ranging from my favorite fantasy novels like Percy Jackson and lord of the rings, to many mangas I never got to finish like One piece, and though cooking and history books, after that was exhausted I watched the entirety of the movie cabinet; from the likes of John Wick all the way to Star Wars and all the movies in-between. I'm proud to say that my cooking skills have improved, as the fridge never empties and each time I open and close it the food inside changes to what I desire, I'd say Gordon Ramsey would be beaming with pride from the shear number of meals I've made…or in horror of the slabs unrecognizable disguesting masses that I had to burn in the fire pit….

Eventually, I gave up trying to find anything, and I spent the time trying to keep myself from losing my mind from the isolation, until this morning of course………walking out of the cabin's porch, I follow the stone steps down to the lake and I sat down on the wood pier's edge looking over the water. As beautiful as this all is, it didn't help the feeling in the my gut, as when I woke up that morning I checked the clock, the old stylized day number keeper maxed out at 999999……in years…

….I listen to the lapping waves and watch the sky as a theory forms in my mind. Whatever this is, I think it's a type of limbo, not the kind meant to punish, but instead act like a bus stop for souls, or in this case…me….my soul……but as its a bus stop, the 'bus' never came and who's ever in charge forgot about me….."hehhehehhAHAHAHAH!!!" the absurdity made me laugh……to the point it made my lungs hurt before shifting to hiccuping to silently cry, weeping as the tears fell down my face. The shear isolation finally consuming me….

The wind went quiet, the water went still to a mirror sheen, as in the center of the lake from above as a star fell and hovers over the surface, its light radiating circles of arcing energy as they spun around the glowing center. Thunder boomed above me, freeing me from breakdown as a wave of lightning rushes past me and through the trees. Eyes wide in shock, I take in the mesmerizing sight as the pulses grow in intensity, the water now defying gravity as its streams join next to the lightning arc pulled down from the sky.

It's then that everything around me, the air, the sand from the beach, leaves from the trees are being pulled to the glowing sphere in the middle of this…nexus? And it's getting stronger, "what?………wow..wa…wait…..WAIT!!!!!" I yell as my body goes weight less, gravity loosing its hold, my boots nearly reaching water below as I fly toward the nexus's center, another energy wave hits me as visible electricity arcs around my arms, and another blinds me for a second as the same energy must have entered my eyes…just in time to see .the white light of the sphere hollowing out to a black void rimmed in white grow into the size of a car. "HOLY SHITTTTTTT" as I wave my limbs as I'm ripped through the air and swallowed by darkness….

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Odin, the Allfather, God of Wisdom and Magic, the feared king of Asgard, master warrior and grand wonderer, the God bore a tall frame built for war, wide shoulders draped with a grey cloak the reaches his knees hide the rune encrusted steel and leather armor, his exposed arms showing rippling musculature and scars that told years of battle against monsters and fellow warriors alike……

…paces back and forth with fear and sweat on his face, Heimdall, Asgard's Watchmen and master swordsman, clad in a full body suit of armor sans the helmet, which is clipped to his belt, letting his dark skin free and rune tattoos glimmer to the glow of his golden eyes. the great sword Hǫfuð and massive Gjallarhorn strapped to his back, standing not far from Odin. The two are waiting outside of the closed doors of the healers hall, a section of Odin's castle Valaskjálf.

"You're wearing a hole through the floor, your grace." Heimdall said in sarcasm with a slight smirk, getting the one eyed God to warily glare at him before going back to pacing. "Your not the one that has to explain to my wife why I have a son currently being born from another woman while she helps that woman give birth......" Odin complains.

"UWUUAAAAHA!!!!!!" the feminine screams shakes the whole of Asgard, Heimdall looks out of the near by window to see the town surrounding the castle suffer a district collapse. Stoically calm, "Sir, If I may, we may need to reinforce the runic barriers of the castle….and modify them to hold magic in as well as out…" he remarks as he sees the far edges of the Asgardian city glimmer blue as the runic matrix built in the foundations work to absorb the worst of the quake. steadying himself, Odin sighs and runs a hand through his greying hair.

"Jord's the incarnation of the Earth Heimdall, every realm is feeling her labour pains…"Odin said as he moves next to Heimdall at the window, frowning as the destroyed buildings as his men rushes to help the citizens, and then looking to the sky, dark thunder clouds having long formed and stayed for the last nine days since his son's birth began, each day Jord's pain echoing past the Veil of realms and into the others. The biggest storm of the era covering the whole of the realm of Asgard and into the Vanaheimr and Álfheimr. the neighboring realms suffering from rain storms, tornados, and violent winds……

……It only stopped raining an hour ago, Odin already knowing that more would come… right about…..*CRACK* now and a wall of water falls from the sky "UUUUUUAAHAAH!!!!!!" Jord gives another scream and the world went sideways, whole sections of the city, the hills, rivers and mountains, the very world beyond the city limits twisted and crack like shattering glass. Odin grabbing the wall for support, Heimdall bracing himself against the windowsill. Odin, blinks his sole green eye, opening it to shinelike a blazing star, calmly raises his hand, a ring of runes spins into existence in his palm and the breaking world paused, stopping med the chaos as everything receives a halo of runic energy, slowly everything returned back as it should.."WAHHH!!" instead of the screams of Jords, the wail of child fills the whole hallway. Odin looks to Heimdall, his old friend smiling, despite how the world nearly tipped over. Rushing through the door the king of Asgard, brushes through the gathered healers to the far corner, Idunn and Frigg stood beside the bed as exhausted Jord who held a bundle to her bare chest…

Jord's blood red hair a tangled mess as she looks upon her son, her blue eyes moving up to see Odin kneel down beside, his one eye locked to the baby in her arms. Shifting their child to show him the freshly born baby, wiggle as his sky blue eyes pecks through, Thunder rumbles off throughout the sky as Odin lets the little tyke grab hold of his finger……..as Odin gives his son a name that wlll challenge fate itself…..

"Thor…." Odin whispers…

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Here's my first ever thread post here on the site! when I do continue it, I'll be experimenting with the POV of third or first person. suggestions are welcome!

 

[Velcarion98]

Interesting, curious to see what happens next

 

[Hadrian.Caeser]

I look forward to seeing where this goes

 

[FallenMetal]

Thank you, and I am a sucker for GOW Thor self-insert, so I am very interested in seeing how things will play out. Great start and very interesting, I can't wait to see how things will go.

 

[Avalon Du Lac]

So is this actually God of War, because some of the things in the post make this seem a lot more like it's the MCU. AS in there really isn't anything from GoW at all. Though either way, I like what you have written so far, and look forward to more.

a tall frame built for war,

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Tall? Sure, but built for War? No. Odin in GoW is actually kind of scrawny, he definitely doesn't have "exposed arms showing rippling musculature and scars that told years of battle against monsters and fellow warriors alike". Like, he is still VERY strong (he is inarguably one of the two most powerful deities in all of Norse Mythology after all, with only maybe Thor being his match), but he really doesn't look like it. Even the creators of the game, said that Odin wasn't supposed to look like some powerful warrior or sorcerer, but he was instead designed to be more like the Archetype of a mob boss or head of a crime family.

letting his dark skin free and rune tattoos glimmer to the glow of his golden eyes.

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In GoW, Heimdall is white with blonde hair and has glowing purple/pink eyes and teeth that are literally made out of gold. Also just like with Odin, he isn't very large of physically intimidating, and is actually kind of scrawny, and doesn't wear a lot of armor. With his powers of foresight he doesn't need to, as he can just casually dodge any attacks sent his way. Also Hǫfuð is just a normal sized one-handed sword, that looks like it is made out of gold, and the Gjallarhorn is actually pretty small being a normal sized viking war horn.

castle Valaskjálf

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In GoW, Odin lives in what is basically a big relatively fancy log cabin, and which is only ever referred to (even by the other Aesir) as The Great Lodge.

Heimdall, his old friend smiling

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In the GoW, Heindall is one of Odin's sons, alongside Thor, Baldur, and Tyr. Also Thors was the firstborn son, followed by Tyr, Heimdall, and lastly Baldur.

Jord's the incarnation of the Earth

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In GoW, Thor's mother isn't Jord, it is Fjörgyn a Jötun and Goddess who is the personification of Earth and Trees. She was Odin's first wife who then died mysteriously.

Frigg

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In GoW, Frigg was a pet name that Odin gave to Freya while they were married. Before their marriage they were enemies. If it is early enough in the timeline that Thor is just being born, then she and the Vanir Gods (which she is the Queen of) should be (most likely) at war with Odin and the Aesir. She wouldn't be helping with the birth of Thor.

 

[CrimsonKing100k]

"Well that was how I was reborn, the fall into that black abyss like void was terrifying, and I'm pretty sure I saw the one who did the yoinking too while in there along with other horrors….…..though I don't remember any of it, which is fortunate…….because I think I went mad when I did and simply forgot it in self preservation…." I said casually and then taking a swig of mead as I look around the table of fellow God Re-incarnates, all of whom look either annoyed at me, others remembering their own re-birthing PTSD induced traumas, or mildly amused at my and others plights. "I don't know about you lot, but I don't remember my diaper shitting days thankfully." Smirking as two of them now glare at me "What? you guys got to experience getting your asses wiped with no control of your own guts? HA! Fate was kind enough for me not to be 'conscious' during the first 5 years of my new life, so, no I won't be joining your embarrassment in the 'age of shame' club." Pondering for a moment,"Where was I? Oh right! My childhood, not as traumatic as you'd think since Pops wasn't a insane bastard, though, sure my folks weren't always around to be there, but I got to meet the first of my new friends and my future wife.." I snap up a hand behind me catching between my fingers a knife meant for my head. "Sorry dear, wives…."





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Thor's blue eyes slowly open, the fringes of sleep making him stretch with a yawn as he sat up, rubbing his eyes, he looks around the rather immaculate room, the god-ling had slept in a high off the ground gold gilded and slightly glowing rune engraved bed, the head board shown white from the world tree carved into it too, and even the green blanket has silver runic sigils woven into the fabric, which he was pretty sure came from some kind of magic sheep, because its softer then anything his human life thought possible. he can see the far large circler window as blinding sunlight shines through, lighting up the large room to show Thor's few blunt training weapons he had left out on the titanic black bear skin for a rug, a masterfully crafted wood shelf and dresser sat against the far wall. A few clothes left folded on the top, next to a rune crystal picture of him with his family. and our course, a few razor sharp swords and axes decorated the walls, out of reach and magically bound to the wall obviously….



It's only been a few years since his birthday that he 'remembered', since the dream that brought back the memory of a mortal's life that felt both far away and so close it made it all feel impossible. But the reality only cemented itself as he felt the protective weight of the blanket and the cool air against his skin. Rolling over to the side of the bed, and swinging his feet over the edge and let his weight carry him down to the stand. Beside the bed, a gift from the elves in the form of a tall mirror is nailed to the wall. Walking over to the window, Thor's sees his reflection, in the shining mirror, a tall boy with blood red hair whose lightning like eyes gazes back at him. his sleeping shirt stretching over his developing muscles and widening shoulders, the reflection sharing his smile as he turns away, Thor stops in front of the window and the bench sitting in front of it. Climbing up to get closer, Thor can't help but be mesmerized to the view before him.


- Asgard -

- outer mountain ranges -

- the grand wilds -

The City of Asgard stretched far to the horizon, from high in Valaskjálf as the castle itself sat on a mountain near the coast, and in its shadow Thor can see in the inner city as the Aesir people went about their lives, the guards in their roaming patrols along the battlements; their recruits yelling and grunting in their efforts to train in the castles yard, surrounded by homes of many sizes is Njord's square; the market place of chaos and coin as deals were made, the inner wall give way to the outer district, ships and cargo coming and going in the port from the river leading out to sea, then in land, to the smoke bellowing Dwarven Black Iron works where all manner of weapons, armor, and other creations were born in dragon fire and rune magic. further still, is the dragon's spire, where the airborne fire breathers kept watch of their borders in the form of the Dragon Rangers, Aesir warriors trained to ride and tame the scaled wing beasts, soar back and through from the outer wild edges of Odin's kingdom. lastly to the many bridges that lead out of the cities limits awash with merchants and visitors from the local realms of the light elves and the Vanir. in the lands beyond, snow capped gravity defying monolithic mountains loom over the forests and valleys, sprawling farms of grain and smaller trade villages break up the vast planes of towering pines and tidal grass.



In fact, off towards the main strait, the core bridge that leads to the cities huge gate, a procession was moving through, along with few regular merchant caravans before a group catches his attention. if my lesson with Mimir are right, thats Njords family crest on their banners, not far behind them, came along the Elven royalty…..wait…..was that big council meeting today?!



"Well looks who's awake so late in the afternoon, hmmmmm?" The soft voice made him freeze, turning slowly, he barely sees the teasing smile of his large minder, the big woman somehow snuck up on him despite her bulk. Aud, standing at a huge 9 feet and 4 inches, yes he asked her, towering over his 5'4 even from the added foot in height from the bench. Her massive chest nearly touching his head as the mounds fill his view, nearly blocking out the shape of her smile, his mortal mind would've been ecstatic, if it wasn't for the memories of multiple times of nearly dying by oxygen deprivation in those jiggling bean bags of flesh from her hugs as he grew up………….well mostly…but he'll take that secret to his grave first, and as a immortal thats gonna happen never.



and as much as his mortal thoughts may 'focus' on her, he'd only ever see her as family. See, while he may be 13 years old, he's still a God, and strength, well, its one of his developing domains….as a certain man of steel can relate, its hard living in a world of cardboard……….as he was growing up, obliviously, as king, Odin couldn't keep on 'eye' on him all the time, though Pops does make an effort to be there for him. But he's had to deal with jötunn uprisings appearing the last few years, each time he comes back from an expedition he grew more grim. Sadly nor could Frigg as she was just as equally responsible in the kingdoms development, especially in the her efforts to properly create a place for a standardized seiðr learning along with the manage of the valkyries as their queen. oh, and Frigg really accepted him as her own child after she had the chance to hold the fresh hot potato baby him……….As for Jord, she stung him the most as not long after his birth she left, no word, nothing, just gone and vanished into the ather…...



…..Pops and Mom argued about it a lot in the pat, Thor could guess that Odin did know the 'why' but he didn't share it, at least not yet anyway. As for how he knew, well, the family dinner's have a lot of gossip when everyone thinks you don't understand them, especially if everything sounds like English to him even its actually ancient norse, God power for the win!



since then he'd have a minder when his parents were busy, usually rotating between the three when the opportunity show up in their schedules. Sadly for the first minder, his powers started coming in as she got the chance to experience flying out of the castle wall at mach 5, a lit playful slap on the arm from him sent her flying, she lived thankfully, with several broken bones and ruptured organs that had their biggest farmer and part time chief healer Idunn create new curse words. The second one he punted into the harbor from other side of the city, the third nearly became dragon food after he throw a stone through the wyrm's eye, the fourth had their arm bones turned to powder from playing tag with him, the fifth one, he ran after seeing him smash the castle's courtyard to rubble when he was angry……



.….yeah, he was stronger then most Asgardians period, when he was seven, he arm wrestled with pops, as dads do with their divine uber powered kid, as expected Thor lost in the first 3 seconds…..rather badly too from the fact they shattered the table and the floor underneath……but Pops said he had to work for it so that makes Thor wonder how much stronger would he get if he properly trained, a caped baldy springs to mind…..……



..…it wasn't long after that that Aud came into the picture, oh he stared at the bouncing mounds for a good bit as she and pops talked, apparently she's grandmother figure to Odin, or something close to it really, even if Pops stared too and got nut shotted by mom for the trouble. After that, she'd handle Thor just fine, a lit 'shove' that would cripple a normal Aesir she brushed off like nothing happened. Oh, and she can cook, like really, really good cooking, a way to a god's heart is his stomach after all……..and Aud eventually became family to him……



While Thor's stuck in his head space, he fails to notice the raising arms going in for a hug…"Wah!" Hello darkness my old friend………and there's the lack of air, by Yddrasil's grace her softness was overwhelming, what air he had smelt like gooseberries? Aud's sweater being the only thing between him and what many a man would consider heaven…..yes, he's seen Pops stare on more then on occasion…and get slapped upside the head by mom a second later…



Wiggling his arms free, he taps franticly uncle on her elbow, Aud gives a pouting sigh and lets Thor drop onto his butt back onto the bench. The huge lady finally taking a step away from him, giving him the chance to take her in fully. The woman as wide she's nearly as tall from her hyper fertile shape, starting from the top down, the window's light revealed Aud with a bovine shaped face, a wide dark nose with faded yet sharp red eyes holding an amused glint, black hair swept back with a few strands hanging in front as her long ears stuck out. the grey and silver trimmed sweater gown she wore reaches to her knees, leaving her feet free to show the hooves she walks on. her sleeves rolled up to her elbows letting the dark fur of her hands and forearms breath, along her fingers and wrists, ruby red rune tattoos shimmering dimly. Her weapons of death, massively stretched out the embroidery of the sweater, the material screaming for death from the way Thor saw the battle to hold all of 'that' in, a sharp breath just might decided the war in boob coverage. From there her hips flared out like a brood mothers, a real shelf, is the only way of describing it, wide as two men shoulder to shoulder and clapped if she ran, not that she ever actually did, Thor will swear on his fathers name—she just….teleports…..everywhere....to scary the shit out him before robbing him of living giving air with her deadly hugs. In-between her two hemispheres, she had a bit of weight on her, clearly loving her own cooking as much as he did…

Spoiler: Aud(Auðumbla) the perverted nigh-indestructible nanny(NSFW)

"AUD! what did I say about nearly killing me with those" he pauses as he points to her massive dobonhonkeros. "God killing weapons!" He exasperates, her dark lips only smile, though now there a slight smirk on its edge. Oh, she fuckin knew people stared, she uses her beach balls against people like a master chess player outsmarts their opponent, and with her killer hips she's got both means to 'distract' the perverted idiots of the world as she easily manipulates them. Thor could swear sometimes he felt like he's reborn in DXD, he's not, but one thing he's noticed from his time in his world is that the people here are…well 'more' then what the small humans he knew considered 'normal'. Then again from what he remembered from history class, mythology 'was' the worlds way of expressing their kinks without shame…the greeks are a great example of that…if he ever mets them..

as while Odin may not be the evil bastard of GOW:R, Pops, while still a tad paranoid, is much to big and has a kinder disposition that boney insane milksop, as for Mimir, he is the same Scottish speaking know it all he listened to in Kratos's boat, though he's still got his body... so at best guess, this world may lean more to the mythology then the game, even if its mixed with other elements in different ways, he'll probably discover more as his lives this immortal life.


She ruffles his hair, "Come on my prince, you need to get ready for the Vanir and Elven's royal arrival." She said before swaying her frame over to the dresser, "Close the door will you dear?" Aud asks as she dug through the mess that is his dresser, Thor got off the bench and went over to his opened door, grumbling, knowing he'll be forced to look 'dignified' for people he hardly knew. He'd rather hang out with Tyr in the training field then what ever six hour meeting he'll be dragged too.



Grabbing the door, he closes it "Oh, here we go!" Aud declares, just in time to see Aud pull out a gaudy navy blue tunic and pants, both looking over the top in the shear amount of gold thats been woven into it. OOOOHHHH SHIT!! eyes wide in horror, Thor tries to open the door but it stayed shut even as he snaps the handle off from the force he's using, looking, the rim of the door has a halo of a lit red. "Can't have you running off now can we?" Aud asks as her immense shadow slowly covers the petrified Thor. "I threw that out! HOW!!! NO! Please anything but that!" He begs 'Ehehehehehe" giggling Aud has a lit blush on her face as she edges closer…..



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Valhalla, the grand hall of Odin and the largest and most venerated section of Valaskjálf, its vaulted ceiling high up detailing Aesir's history and intricate gold knot art work in the wood beams and rafters. The hall is awash of voices as everyone prepares for the Vanir and Elven nobles. Asgard's throne, situated on an elevated platform giving a view of the food laden banquet tables and the roaring fires roasting huge hunks of seasoned monster meat to perfection, each table and fire having a small team of chefs manning the food supply, Odin's valkyrie either standing with the guards along the edges of the chamber or their youngest recruits going around acting as the waitresses to building on party.



Valhalla - (this but bigger, bon fires, and more light)

Fuckin dammit! it itches! pulling at the neck of this tight piece of shit collar, that screams 'am a rich sod', Thor looks to Aud off in the far corner of the Valhalla's throne room. She stuck out a bit from the gathered crowed of Asgardian nobility, but said crowd is a mixed of the many races living in Asgard, from the tall far skinned elves in their long elegant robes, to the short and stocky dwarves with their giant beards and steel armor, as the sole Beast-kin, He found her pretty quickly. She has a beaming smug look on her face, having forced him into this 3 hours ago must gave her ego a boost. I get back at her I swear! The thought echos in my mind, before being blocked out by the sound of the arrival horns booming through the castle. Thor, pushes his thoughts down as he stands to the side of the throne next to frigg as Odin sits in Hliðskjálf, gungnir in his hand.



Odin, quietly observes the crowd of nobles, is clad in his dwarven made armor, his one eye a star of white energy beneath his antlered helm, kept a smirk under his grey beard. As from his throne, he has no trouble seeing the procession ready themselves beyond his walls. Beside him, Frigg, hand on Thor's shoulder, wore her queen's garb, the black form fitting robes letting her move easily, while letting her easy channel magic. Her silver locks done into a braid, as one of Odin's crows, Huginn, sat on her shoulder guard. She kept trying to comb Thor's wild hair back, his irritation forming into a glare that only got a snicker before she stopped.

Spoiler: Odin

Spoiler: Frigg

The announcer, standing by the entry way, his throat glowing a magic rune halo ring magnifying his voice "Hail! His majesty Njord! And his twin heirs!"



Through the halls main doors, the massive steel and wood covered in runes and encored history, gave way to the entering entourage. At its lead walks Njord, the grinning red beared man standing proud, staff in hand glowing a halo of sea green energy as it taps against the floor, sparking with each step. His green cloak swinging behind, covering partly the scaled armer of his torso and his sword sheathed to his waist.

Spoiler: Njord

Trailing behind him are two kids, a blonde haired boy with light gold eyes, maybe around Thor's age, or a year younger, but lacking a few inches in height in comparison to him. On the standard of looks the boy is at the Disney prince level, but thats all he has going for him, as the princely face of his is shattered by the arrogant shit eating grin marring his face. thinks he's hot stuff doesn't he? Thor simply hopes the brat taken down a peg sooner then later if he has to deal with him on the regular……or he'll help do it by subsequent nut shot so either way works. The brat fiddles with the bottom rim of his yellow tunic, maybe a tad nervous perhaps? Hiding his lacking confidence with arrogance? Thor also notes……….Oh?, now thats interesting, behind the brat a golden sword three times his size floats faithfully behind him like a dog. the metal of the blade visibly shifting like the surface of the sun....That must be Sumarbrander making the brat Freyr then, future god of summer and eventual idiot who will lose that very blade, one of the two sharpest blades in existence for the hand of giantess who's not even slightly interested in the growing bean pole…..he's also sticking close to girl beside him....

Walking beside him, is a fire haired girl, whose fiery mane is pulled back and set with a radiant blue gem pin. Wearing a purple gown, that has embroidered flowers and birds through out its surface. she walks in confident stride despite the underlaying tension settling in her shoulders. Her red-gold eyes locking on Thor for a second before shifting to Odin and Frigg. From how close Freyr is latched to her, and that she doesn't slap the hanger on away, she must be Freya, goddess of love in the making. A foot shorter then Thor from his best guess from the distance, and possessing a face that ranks up there in ye olden fairy tale princesses…..so twins that share in beauty but not in personality judging by how she looks ready to punch someone in the face then be here.…..…..a bit of a tomboy Huh? Thor smirks at the duo, looking to their father for a moment, yep, the looks come from the mother, who ever that is…



"Odin!" Njord's voice floods the hall, the sea god's smile proves infectious as Odin stands matching the expression, "Welcome Njord! To you and your family! Come and rest by my fires and drink my mead" Waving to a Valkyrie to the right, Sigrun whom nodded, bring the loaded plate of bread and salt over to the Vanir god. Njord takes a piece thankfully and takes a bit, taking part in guest rights. The three continue moving through the crowd, only stopping when they were before the steps up to the throne. Njord kneels, his children doing the same as the pay homage to the All-father, "Thank you for welcoming us into your home my friend, it's been a long journey." He adds as he returns standing.



Fish beard then notices Thor, "Is this your first born?" he asked giving Thor, not wanting to appear weak, stood straight as possible as Njord brought attention onto him from the twins. Freyr, at least appears interested, in that there's at least someone at the same level of him, Freyja acts like he doesn't exist…..though her eyes, he caught, lingering on him a few times as the young goddess's gaze wonders around the throne room. "This is Thor my son." Odin introduces him, making Thor have to bow slightly in greeting.



"He's gonna be a fine warrior someday! he reminds me of you in our youth!" Njord remarks beaming, leaning foward "I hear you've been rather rambunctious the last few years? Hmm?" He asks the prince, starching his neck gingerly "I don't know what your talking about" He mutters failing to defend himself agains the inquiring look forming on Njord's face, "Oh and here I thought you demolished a dwarven forge by hitting the anvil to hard, shattered the foundations too from what I heard…….made the elder forge master weep…..for a week…" his question getting a gasp of surprise from the twins "that was you?" Freyr's voice cracking as he asks, even Freya now giving him her undivided attention.



"I-I well, I was training, learning how to smith, and my teacher, Druinn, told me to hit the iron harder and….." Thor shrugs, "I may have turned an ancestral 1000 year old forge into a small-ish crater…." He adds nonchalantly making Frigg sigh from behind him, "Thor, your the reason we had to reinforce the entirety of Asgards foundations......the dwarves cursed about it for moons!" She complains, only getting a side eyed look from her son "What? I warned the guy before I started…" Thor mumbles, "HAHAHAHAHAHA" the absurdity fueling the sea god into a full belly laugh. The twins stare at him now, questions probably forming in their pretty little heads which they will definitely pester him over later. Odin sighs from recalling the conversation he had with Durinn, The old dwarf, weep and drunk himself into a stupor after Thor took out the black works, fortunately the dwarf then took it as a challenge to improve his creations to survive total annihilation, Frigg rubs her face in long accepted reluctance to her son's antics..….



"Hail!, Aeloria high queen of the light elves! and her daughter, Princess Faelwen!" The outcrier's verberating heraldry brings the gathered gods focus back to the next part of the arrivals. Njord, moving himself and children to the empty table a bit away from the throne. Freyja steals a glance to Thor before moving with her brother, what? wanna say something? Thor holds his thoughts to himself as he turns to see the Elven queen and princess enter.



the many nobles fall into silence, few can deny the beauty of the elven queen, her solar radiance emanating in a ring halo around her gold and white dress and crystal jewelry. Her gold locks, stretching down her back kept in place by a pure diamond crown. Her face a still picture of refined grace, as her amber eyes taken in the gathering. The blessings of Yddrasil clearly in effect from her fertile voluptuous figure she bore, her familial line was tasked with the world trees care since the realms shaping, the royal family were gifted a boon in their eternal service to the tree of life. if it wasn't for freya taking the title of goddess of beauty in the coming years, the elf queen probably would be the runner up….

Spoiler: Aeloria

Beside Aeloria, her daughter moves beside her, the young, by elven standards, woman revels in the attention. Her violet eyes glimmering in barely concealed mischief, while not as developed as her mother yet, she stole many a wondering eye. Faelwen pushes a lock of silver hair back into place as she smiles. If Thor has to guess, even if she's about a 150 years old, she's still in the elven 'teenage' phase, something he learned from his few elven friends who were over 50 while looking like and acting like kids.

Spoiler: Faelwen

She has a book clipped in a pouch hanging against her hip, a practicer of magic perhaps? Still learning her families runes, most likely one of the blessings from Yddrasil, see while his lessons with Mimir were few, but when the god of knowledge has the time, he'd bury Thor in arcane knowledge, scrolls on dead languages, and long forgotten history to expect him to be read up on them the next time around for a pop quiz….. in one such lesson, it covered the high elves of the royal family, who use a type of plant magic that can reshape a empty desert an in life abundant forest filled with life….maybe he'll ask her later…



The mother and daughter elves kneel before Odin and his throne, pops most likely getting an eye full, but that helmet of his hides it well. "Welcome to my hall, Aeloria, and to you Faelwen, come part take of the guest rights." Gesturing to the same valkyrie from before. "Of course, Allfather" Aeloria's melodious voice sings out, taking a two pieces and handing one to her daughter who looks to Thor as she takes a bit. She gives him a playful wink…….ohhhhhhh she's gonna be trouble ain't she?

guest right finished, Odin raises a hand letting all attention fall to him. letting his voice boom through Valhalla unimpeded "Let the feast begin!"

 

[CrimsonKing100k]

So is this actually God of War, because some of the things in the post make this seem a lot more like it's the MCU. AS in there really isn't anything from GoW at all. Though either way, I like what you have written so far, and look forward to more.



Tall? Sure, but built for War? No. Odin in GoW is actually kind of scrawny, he definitely doesn't have "exposed arms showing rippling musculature and scars that told years of battle against monsters and fellow warriors alike". Like, he is still VERY strong (he is inarguably one of the two most powerful deities in all of Norse Mythology after all, with only maybe Thor being his match), but he really doesn't look like it. Even the creators of the game, said that Odin wasn't supposed to look like some powerful warrior or sorcerer, but he was instead designed to be more like the Archetype of a mob boss or head of a crime family.



In GoW, Heimdall is white with blonde hair and has glowing purple/pink eyes and teeth that are literally made out of gold. Also just like with Odin, he isn't very large of physically intimidating, and is actually kind of scrawny, and doesn't wear a lot of armor. With his powers of foresight he doesn't need to, as he can just casually dodge any attacks sent his way. Also Hǫfuð is just a normal sized one-handed sword, that looks like it is made out of gold, and the Gjallarhorn is actually pretty small being a normal sized viking war horn.



In GoW, Odin lives in what is basically a big relatively fancy log cabin, and which is only ever referred to (even by the other Aesir) as The Great Lodge.



In the GoW, Heindall is one of Odin's sons, alongside Thor, Baldur, and Tyr. Also Thors was the firstborn son, followed by Tyr, Heimdall, and lastly Baldur.



In GoW, Thor's mother isn't Jord, it is Fjörgyn a Jötun and Goddess who is the personification of Earth and Trees. She was Odin's first wife who then died mysteriously.



In GoW, Frigg was a pet name that Odin gave to Freya while they were married. Before their marriage they were enemies. If it is early enough in the timeline that Thor is just being born, then she and the Vanir Gods (which she is the Queen of) should be (most likely) at war with Odin and the Aesir. She wouldn't be helping with the birth of Thor.

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thanks for the feedback, and yes, its not a one to one fanfic or re-creation of GOW:R, as while I may use the elements of the games, I'm leaning more towards the original mythology along with other bits and pieces from other similar materials as I see fit. my Odin isn't an insane lunatic that kills family, but the man still holds to some degree of paranoia without it consuming him, this is OG myth Warrior-wizard Odin. as I like marvel's heimdall, I borrowed his character and appearance to replace the asshole from the games and made the character my own in some regards.

GOW:R elements will appear, just not as you'd expect...

its all open to interpretation after all.