Percy Jackson - Godwyn the Golden

After a while, when Godwyn saw that he was far enough away not to see the giants anymore, he sighed with relief. As for fighting, that never crossed his mind. No matter if he won, he could get hurt. He is not battle-crazy and definitely didn't want to get hurt in such a dangerous world.

"I'm not complaining, but how long are you going to cling to me?" Godwyn looked down and asked with a teasing smile.

Thalia showed no shame and spoke in a calm tone, pretending to be arrogant. "I stay where I want, even if it's in your arms."

Godwyn rolled his eyes, but smiled. He gently placed Thalia on the ground and felt that the girl had changed in a short time. She no longer seemed tense and was much more relaxed than before.

"Mimir, are we far from Surtur's Forge?" Godwyn asked, picking up Mimir's head and pointing to the surroundings, letting the god of wisdom see where they currently were.

"Although we are far, we are on the right track." Mimir replied, looking at the mountain on the horizon. On that mountain was Ymir's brother, the second to be born in creation, as well as the one responsible for destroying Asgard, Surtur.

Godwyn nodded and put Mimir's head back on his belt. He took some biscuits from the silver horn and handed them to Thalia.

"Let's eat as we walk, the journey is still long." Godwyn said as he bit the biscuit with a calm look. The taste wasn't exactly the best, but when it came to filling his stomach, anything would do.

Thalia was not a spoiled girl either, she ate the old biscuit and walked beside Godwyn, helping each other.

The journey of both will continue.

Huge mountains, lava lakes, and colossal caves. They detoured, fled, or hid when necessary.

After five days of travel, the largest mountain in Muspelheim was before them.

Godwyn and Thalia's clothes were worn, dirty, and torn. The dangerous and hot environment was terrible for clothes.

"Finally." Thalia said with a tone full of relief. The journey was not easy at all, they fled and hid many times. It can be said that it was even more exhausting than the journey to Camp Half-Blood.

Godwyn was also happy to arrive safely at the place after so much effort.

Suddenly, both heard the sound of metal colliding. Even though Godwyn and Thalia were miles away, the sound was still clear and sharp. The red clouds that looked like flames were blown into the sky like a fire-breathing dragon.

Both looked at each other and knew that Surtur was forging again. Godwyn and Thalia did not hesitate and began to climb the mountain quickly and skillfully. They looked like experienced climbers after five days in Muspelheim.

An hour later, when both stepped onto the top of the mountain, a sea of swords could be seen casually scattered everywhere. Not far from a rock that vaguely resembled a dragon's head, there was a large pile of swords.

Godwyn and Thalia approached, gradually seeing a tall, slender being repeatedly hammering an incandescent metal bar.

Thalia couldn't help but be surprised by Surtur's appearance.

Surtur took the form of a tall man with a body made of ashes. He was tall, yet slender. He has no hair, but his face has what looks like a beard. There seems to be golden metal scattered all over his body. Gaps could be seen in his head, which showed that his skull was hollow. He has glowing red eyes and what looks like lava flowing through his hands, feet, and parts of his arms and legs.

Surtur seemed indifferent to their arrival, as he continued to hammer repeatedly, as if he would never stop. His forging skills would make even Brok envious, each hammer blow dented the metal and gradually it took on the appearance of a sword.

Seeing that the sword no longer needed the hammer at that moment, Surtur picked up the sword prototype with his bare hands and plunged it into the water beside him.

"This sword is also useless." He said, his voice hoarse, aged, yet surprisingly calm and gentle. His lava-red eyes turned to the visitors in his Forge.

His gaze fell on Thalia first, it wasn't every day he saw a foreign demigod, especially a descendant of a God King. Then, his gaze fell on Godwyn.

"You don't look like your father, son of the All-Father." Surtur spoke in a serene tone. Who would have imagined that the being destined to be Ragnarok could be so gentle and calm.

"I thank Ymir every moment for that, he's ugly." Godwyn shrugged and spoke in an amused tone, but Surtur didn't seem to find his joke funny at all, as he continued to look at him with a calm and deep gaze.

"I know the reason for your coming, but as I told Loki, I will not participate in Ragnarok." He said, his voice unchanged and still hoarse and serene.

"Are you afraid of death, Lord Surtur?" Godwyn asked in a calm tone, looking deeply at the Primordial Fire Jotun.

"Death may seem terrible to you, but to me, it's not really scary." Surtur replied calmly. His eyes continued to wander between Godwyn and Thalia.

"But, the price of starting Ragnarok is not something I wish to pay." He concluded, ready to begin forging another sword. His mind couldn't help but recall the beautiful pale figure he loved so much.

"Love?" Godwyn asked, noticing a gentle and tender look pass through the calm eyes of the Primordial Fire Jotun. Only love could make such a great warrior gentler.

"Yes." Surtur did not hide it, there was no reason to, and definitely no reason for shame. "For the being called Ragnarok to be born, I need to unite with the woman I love, killing her in the process."

"Would you kill the woman you love, Godwyn, the Golden?" Surtur asked, looking deeply at Godwyn.

"I would never do that." Godwyn replied without any hesitation. "A man who doesn't protect his own wife isn't even worthy of being called a man."

Surtur nodded, apparently agreeing with Godwyn's words. What right could a man be called a man if he can't even protect the woman he loves?

"Knowing this, it's impossible for me to kill my wife to start Ragnarok." Surtur said in a calm and determined tone.

"But without you, the world will die anyway." Godwyn said with an equally determined tone. "You and your wife will die."

"But I will not kill my wife." Surtur retorted instantly.

Godwyn remained silent for a long ten minutes, before speaking in a slightly uncertain tone. "You said that you need to unite with your wife for the being called Ragnarok to be born, that means you just need to exchange the source of that power for another."

Hearing Godwyn's words, Surtur's movements stopped, he seemed thoughtful for a while and nodded. "Theoretically it's possible, but it's not certain that it will work."

"I presume your beloved is from Niflheim, a being contrary to yours, with an opposite origin to yours." Godwyn said with certainty in his statement. "That is, Primordial Ice and Primordial Fire are necessary for the being called Ragnarok to be born."

"The Nine Realms were born from fire and ice, it's normal to end with fire and ice."

"You are right, Godwyn, the Golden." Surtur confirmed Godwyn's words. The fire giant couldn't help but admire the boy's sagacity and intelligence.

"What do you need to become Ragnarok?" Godwyn asked, looking directly into Surtur's eyes.

"Primordial Fire." Surtur said without any hesitation. "Although it's not certain that it will work."

"Mimir, where can we find this Primordial Fire?" Godwyn asked one of the few beings he could turn to at that moment.

"I know where there's a primordial fire, but it's not easy to get it." Mimir said with a hesitant tone.

"It doesn't matter." Godwyn said with a determined tone to get the Primordial Fire. "Just tell me where I can find it and we'll get it."

"Prometheus." Mimir said in a calm tone. "There is a Primordial Fire on Olympus, where Prometheus stole some before giving it to humans."

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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).

Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.