Percy Jackson - Godwyn the Golden

"In six years I will return, King of Primordial Fire." Godwyn's words still buzzed in Surtur's mind.

"A demigod becoming a primordial deity..." Surtur murmured in a calm tone as he hammered the incandescent metal bar. "Is that why Odin tried to kill him or for some other more obscure reason?"

Surtur didn't know, but it was clear that Godwyn's deification to a Primordial God was strange, obscure, and suspicious. But did he care? The answer was a redundant no. After living for millions of years, you learn that the universe is a constant change of surprises, madness, and anarchy.

Nothing is truly eternal and nothing is truly immutable.

"Six years... Sinmara, you will no longer have to die." Surtur's murmur echoed full of hope for the future. The ancient warrior who had prepared for Ragnarok for millions of years had returned and was even more determined to destroy Asgard.

The wheel of destiny was turning and with it, the eternal promise of Asgard's destruction was promising to be fulfilled in a brutal, bloody, and deadly way.

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Loki's gigantic network of information and conspiracy was working at full strength. Gears began to turn correctly, creating a huge deadly machine pointed at Asgard.

Vanaheim, Realm of the Vanir Gods.

Freyr, a handsome man with brown hair and green eyes, was calmly lying in a hammock between two trees, the hammock swaying gently from side to side while a soft melody escaped the lips of the Prince of the Vanir and King of Alfheim.

Of course, he was King of Alfheim partially, as his Throne was being disputed in a civil war between the Light and Dark Elves. The balance that Freyr had made between the dark and light elves collapsed like a sandcastle with Odin's conspiracies.

To save his own life, he returned to Vanaheim, but Freyr himself did not expect to be placed in another civil war, especially against his own father, Njord.

Half of the gods of Vanaheim supported him for the Throne of Vanaheim, the other half was on his father's side, the God of the Seas.

Freyr, who was tired of so much war, simply ignored these gods and lay in the hammock for long decades. Ambition, youth, and bravery were corroded by Odin's conspiracies, which brought death and terror.

Therefore, the current Freyr was merely a shell of his former self, without ambition, bravery, and courage, he was an old man in a young man's body.

Suddenly, Freyr's sharp eyes sharpened, he looked at the small blue rat, which stared back at him.

Looking at the smile and mischievous look on the rat's face, Freyr's face showed an expression of irritation, he smelled conspiracy in the air with the arrival of this nefarious and lying being. "What are you doing here, Trickster?"

A letter appeared in Loki's mouth, who was transformed into a rat. Freyr narrowed his eyes seeing the wax symbol that sealed the letter.

A woman with long hair.

There was only one goddess who had that kind of symbol, his twin sister, Freya!

Taking the letter from Loki's mouth, Freyr opened the letter and his face changed dramatically seeing what his sister had written.

"My dear and beloved brother, are you well? Having a lot of fun with sex and drink?"

"But let's not delve into your love affairs ~ hehe~"

"If you received this letter safely, Ragnarok has already begun."

"Our friends are pleased to see you as King of Vanaheim."

"It has been decided that you will dethrone our father and become the new generation of ruler of Vanaheim."

"A letter from your most incredible, beautiful, and wonderful sister."

Freyr couldn't help but sigh seeing the words on the page, but what could he do but accept his older sister's request? It may not seem like it, but when she's angry, Freya gets especially scary.

Looking at Loki, who stared at him with provocation and amusement, Freyr snorted coldly. "My father is not weak, especially at sea, where his palace is located. Fighting the God of the Sea in a sea is the same as asking to be defeated."

"We certainly know that, that's why Njord will try to reconcile with his wife." Loki said with a laugh. Njord's wife, Skadi, was a Jotun, the goddess of winter. But their marriage was not satisfactory.

Skadi didn't like the sea where Njord lived and Njord didn't like the mountains where Skadi lived. Which resulted in the divorce between both deities.

However, it was undeniable that Njord was deeply in love with his wife, so much so that he always sought to reconcile with Skadi, which naturally didn't work out, as Njord was not willing to leave the environment where he was strongest to the point of fighting Odin for a long time without being defeated.

"Did my father really believe my mother would take him back?" Freyr asked with a skeptical and confused tone. Although Njord was not as intelligent as the gods of wisdom, he was definitely not foolish.

A fool would not survive living in Asgard, the abode of the enemies of the Vanir Clan.

"Dear Freyr, you underestimate the power of love. It can warm the coldest heart and melt the icy heart of the goddess of winter." Loki said with a laugh full of amusement.

Freyr was speechless hearing this, but he couldn't blame him for it, he was young, with less than a thousand years of existence. In the eyes of other gods, Freyr was still a teenager, far from adulthood where his power would be strongest.

Stroking his forehead, Freyr let out a long, tired sigh. "I'm tired, trickster. The elves accepted me as their king, and I tried to mediate the war between the Light and Dark Elves, but I failed miserably. The All-Father's plans are cunning, cruel, and vile."

"Honestly, you did very well, at least Alfheim had peace for a hundred years, that peace was not something that the other realms had the luxury of possessing. You were the first in hundreds of thousands of years." Loki said in a gentler tone, looking at the young god before him. He knew more than anyone how terrible it was to fight the All-Father.

Freyr having achieved a hundred years of peace for Alfheim was a miracle in the eyes of other rulers, which is why Hela, Godwyn, and he himself decided to support Freyr for the Throne of Vanaheim.

"Are we going to win?" Freyr asked with a worried tone, knowing how monstrous Odin was, he really doubted if they would win this war.

"It doesn't matter if we win or lose, at most we will die and with us, our entire Pantheon." Loki replied with an amused tone and not at all afraid of death.

"So our defeat is the end of our Pantheon and the death of the All-Father and our victory is the death of the All-Father." Freyr said with a shocked tone that, in both possibilities, Odin died, which was natural.

After all, if the Pantheon was destroyed, Odin, as King of the Pantheon, would also die. There was some truth that the Captain never abandoned the ship, even if he was going to die.

Taking a deep breath, Freyr smiled. Knowing that Odin would definitely die, he was not so scared of the All-Father, for the first time, he saw that the powerful and omniscient Odin could also bleed like other gods.

Seeing the confidence on the young god's face, Loki smiled, satisfied. It was not terrible to fight a strong enemy, terrible was to fight an invincible enemy, something Odin was not, but became after everyone believed he was.

"Remember, Freyr Njordson, no one is invincible, not even the All-Father, he bleeds like everyone else and will certainly die." Loki said, disappearing from Freyr's sight.

Freyr knew that his father was a patient and careful man, but definitely not a suitable king, as he allowed chaos to spread in Vanaheim even knowing it was Odin's plan.

As a son, he did not blame Njord, but as prince of Vanaheim, he blamed his father for his indecision. Because of his lack of determination, countless gods died, families were destroyed, and entire clans disappeared.

All because Njord did not have a firm hand in his decisions.

Looking towards the sea, Freyr murmured to himself with a touch of apology and a flame of determination shining in his eyes. "Father, I'm sorry, but you have to be dethroned, you will understand that it's for the good of all."

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

Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.