Chapter 28: The Valhalla Arena!

Chapter 28: The Valhalla Arena!

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*Name Caption (You can adopt { = d} and { = Th} to make it easier):

Balr = Baldur/Balder (first son of Odin and Frigg).

Hr = Hder (second son of Odin and Frigg).

Ahvenanmaa (Finnish) = Aland.

Heimdallr = Heimdall.

Attention: Remember that the *Auxiliary chapter* is the design of the characters chosen by ME. But if you don't like it, feel free to choose the design you like for the characters.

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- Timeskip: 1 week.

- Location: Archipelago located at the entrance to the Gulf of Bothnia [future islands Ahvenanmaa (Aland)]./ Baltic Sea.

Pov. Thor.

And so, the day of confrontation has finally arrived.

Honestly, I wasn't quite willing to fight for a set of islands. After all, I don't have this desire to expand the Nordic territory... at least not yet.

I won't lie, I don't currently wish to go out on a ridiculous crusade to fight for land/influence because to me it's worthless.

However... I will defend the place I call 'home' until my last breath.

I didn't intend to get too attached to my new family... But after 200 years?

It was hard not to care, after all, I wanted to have an 'anchor' in my new life.

For starters, my brothers.

My brothers can be a little impulsive... But I can't hate them.

Though sometimes they need a good kick in the ass to stay in lineespecially Hermod.

My cousins were other people I came to like.

Hel and Fenrir, even though we are only family through the 'blood oath', became people close to me...

Sif was... My first friend. When I was young, I wasn't that close to my brothers, in fact, I think it was me walking away from the idiocies they were doing at the time... That was one of the few reasons I wanted to learn how to forge. Basically, when I was 10 years old, I would rather be alone and learn something that would be useful for me in the future, than just 'playing soldier'. But only a short time later I met Sif, and I couldn't exactly avoid her as she was my teacher Idhuna's daughter. Was shedifferent? Not exactly, in a short version, she had a good head on her shoulders unlike my brothers and therefore it was easier to talk to her.

Sif's friend, Nanna was... Unique? I didn't interact with her much.

Although it felt like she and Balr were getting closer over the years.

In fact, Balr acted strange whenever Nanna was brought into the conversation... Hmm... They are...

Nah.

I must be imagining things.

Frey and Freyja were also people I came to care about, Frey being my second friend.

My friendship with Frey was... complicated.

In short... He was and still is, an idiot.

A good-hearted idiot, I admit...

But still an idiot.

After all, he would like to solve all conflicts like Naruto with his 'talk-no-Jutsu'.

I learned just a few years after being born into this world, something that was a fact.

Nordics only respect strength.

You will only be 'heard' if you are strong.

There was something Loki had once said to me when I decided to live in Midgard.

The words? Well... 'Why do you want to walk among the dirt ones?' Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

It is quite easy to discern that the so-called 'dirt ones' was the 'mortals'.

Loki's thoughts about the Norse-divine race were very clear to me...

After all, currently, mortals were just 'cattle' to most gods.

Mortals were considered the weakest in the chain of power, for the simple fact that they cannot 'strike back'.

Basically, Loki believed that gods shouldn't mix with dirt. For him, it was like you wanted to crawl through the mud just to socialize with the so-called 'lesser beings'.

In short... He was and still is, a big pain in the ass.

Maybe he'll change his mind when the first Longinus appears.

It will be quite easy to find the first sacred gear of Longinus classification, after all, just find the Roman soldier who will kill the 'savior' during the crucifixion, the irony was the name of the soldier.

The soldier's name?... Longinus.

It was kind of obvious that the Longinus rank descended from somewhere, or more specifically from someone, unfortunately, I had to wait until the time came, which could be after a few centuries, or even millennia, as I didn't have a clue what date exactly I was.

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"Thor?Thor? Are you listening to me?" asked a voice.

It was Balr, along with Nanna and Sif, who was keeping me company while I waited for my turn to fight.

"Ah... Say it again?" I asked.

Balr looked a little uncertain, then Sif spoke.

"*sigh* Your brother wants to fight in your place," Sif said.

Well... Somehow, I expected him to ask that question sooner or later.

"No way," I said.

Balr seemed a little disappointed by my answer.

"ThorAre you sure Balr can't compete? He keeps saying that he wants to fight for the Asgardian people," said Nanna.

Oh, I was fully aware of my brother's desire to fight.

And yet...

"There can only be two representatives, and in this specific situation, Frey is the key player in this confrontation. He MUST fight, only then to bring the Vanir in line. I am the Guarantee of victory, besides that, I promised to fight" I said.

"*sigh* I understand brother, it's justI'd like to prove myself to my people," said Balr.

What Balr was going through was completely normal.

The 'heart of gold' prince wishes to fight and show his people what kind of ruler he is.

However, this was unnecessary right now.

I then placed my hand on Balr's shoulder.

"There will be other fights, 'little shit'. Your duty as a prince right now is to show support for your fighters, so go join the old man and mother Frigg in the main room and watch the 'show', remember brother, just smile and wave" I said, with a little smile.

I did not lie.

It was likely that there will be more fights for territory more often in the future.

As much as the gods don't need the 'faith' of mortals to live, for them it was always nice to be worshiped by 'lesser beings'... Shit god-superiority complex.

"I really don't like itbut that's okay. I wish you, good luck brother," said Balr.

"Thanks, little shit," I said.

Then Balr looked at Nanna and Sif.

"If you wish, feel free to accompany me to the royal area," said Balr.

Nanna looked like she wanted to go, however, Sif declined the invitation.

"I appreciate Prince Balr's invitation, but I'll be in the Asgardian crowd along with my mum and dad," Sif said, with a little bow.

"I see, in this case... Shall we go Miss Nanna?" asked Balr, with a shy smile, extending his arm.

Nanna just smiled and grabbed Balr's arm in a hug.

"Yes Balr, let's go," said Nanna.

Nanna's answer seemed to have Balr grinning even wider.

In the 'waiting room,' it was just me and Sif.

"You know... It's quite rare to see Balr behave like that" I commented.

Balr is courteous to everyone... But with Nanna, he seems to be especially careful.

"WellI wouldn't be surprised if they ended up sharing a bed one day," Sif said.

For some reason... I imagined Balr marrying Nanna.

It was then that Nanna felt Balr pull her closer, and a new sensation came over Nanna.

A sensation of security.

"She is aspecial friend, I invited her to be with me watching Prince Frey and my brother Thor, along with my parents," said Balr.

As soon as Quetzalcoatl took her eyes off Nanna and turned to look at Balr when he answered, Nanna, seemed to have calmed down more.

Quetzalcoatl nodded her head then... But she still seemed to want to talk more.

"Ah~... Thor... Hmm~... I heard about your brother. Kind of hard not to know who is he, especially after he's won the title of the 'strongest Norse god', his stories are pretty well known... I'd like to meet him soon if it's possible," Quetzalcoatl said with a smile.

Balr remained unchanged.

"Of course, I'll be sure to tell my brother after the fight is over Now if you'll excuse us, we're off," said Balr, with a polite smile.

Quetzalcoatl, whether she sensed Balr's haste or not, did not show it.

"Of course~... I'm sorry if I'm in the way, I'll withdraw... I'll watch the confrontation" said Quetzalcoatl, as she started to walk away.

But before Quetzalcoatl was far away, Balr heard her last comment.

"I have high expectations of your brother, I hope I'm not be disappointed~," said Quetzalcoatl.

When Quetzalcoatl was out of sight, Balr immediately looked at Nanna.

"Are you alright? Is anything hurt? I'm sorry, I had to congratulate her, I'm the future leader of the pantheon and she is the daughter of the leader of the current Aztec pantheon Mixcatl, as well as being the future ruler," Balr said hastily.

Nanna quickly responded to Balr with a smile.

"I'm fine Balr, really Come on, the fight will start soon," said Nanna.

But inside Nanna had never been so scared in the presence of someone she'd met for the first time.

A short time later the fans of the 'Valhalla arena' were screaming for their competitors, the fans of the Nordic pantheon and the Slavic pantheon had only one thing in common at that time...

They wanted to see their pantheon win.

In the center of the arena, a figure stood out with a trumpet in hand.

It was Heimdallr.

Although it's not his main task, he has volunteered to be the announcer of the fight.

Heimdallr then used his trusty artifact, the Gjallarhorn, so that the entire arena could hear him.

"Heads up! Gods and Goddesses and other supernatural beings!" said Heimdallr

Once Heimdallr had caught the audience's attention, the arena fell silent so Heimdallr could be heard.

"To resolve a dispute over disputed territory, which would at the moment be the archipelago below the 'Valhalla arena', between the Slav pantheon and the Nordic pantheon! It has been decided that there will be a match between two representatives from each pantheon in the Valhalla arena!" said Heimdallr, in a loud voice.

"YEEAAAAH!!!"

Shouts of affirmation roared in the arena.

Nothing settles a dispute between two pantheons more than a good fight.

"Now! I will introduce the fighters!" said Heimdallr.

Heimdallr then pointed with his left hand towards the gate on his left.

"The first fighter, representing the Slavic pantheon!"

As Heimdallr introduced the Slav fighter, a figure could be seen exiting the gate.

"He is without a doubt one of the strongest gods in the Slavic pantheon!"

The figure was taking the form of a man carrying a battle ax.

"He is revered by mortals as the patron of warriors, and the reigning lord of the sky as the god of the storm!"

The man approached slowly to a small spot, near a rune that was marked on the ground.

"He is also known for his 'explosive' temper, where his birth was heralded by an earthquake!"

It was then that the man stopped next to the rune.

"It's him! The only!"

The man then looked at the audience that was on the side of the gate from which he emerged, the side that contained the Slav pantheon crowd, and then raised the ax.

"PERUN!"

"YEAAH!!!" roared the Slav fans.

When the crowd had calmed down, Heimdallr then pointed to the gate on his right.

"And now! Introducing the first representative of the Norse!"

From the gate on the right side of Heimdallr, a figure began to emerge.

"He is known as the one god of peace of the Norse pantheon!"

The figure turned out to be Frey.

"Adored by mortals for being the deity who represents prosperity, good harvests, and agriculture! In addition to marriages and fertility!"

Frey then stopped next to the rune that was written on the ground.

"The prince and heir of the Vanir gods!"

Frey then extended his right hand, and in it, a glow began to form... When the glow disappeared, there was something in Frey's hand.

A sword.

"FREY!"

"YEAAH!!!" roared the Nordic crowd.

Heimdallr remained calm as he bowed briefly to Prince Vanir. Sometime later, Heimdallr spoke again.

"And now! The second representative of the Slavic pantheon!"

Another man appeared at the same gate that Perun appeared.

"Revered as a solar deity!"

The man walked towards Perun slowly, and it seemed that the crowd adored him.

"This is, without doubt, the most beloved god among the entire Slavic pantheon and by the mortals of Slav territory!"

The man then stopped beside Perun.

"Doesn't matter your opponent! Even if it's winter! This man will burn it without mercy!"

The man next to Perun looked bored as if he didn't want to be there.

"His name is... DABOG!"

"YEAH!" roared the Slav fans again.

The Slav fans clamored for their representatives.

But then, after the Slav crowd had calmed down, Heimdallr proceeded to present the second and final representative of the Nordic pantheon.

"And now... The last fighter!" said Heimdallr, pointing to the gate on his right.

The gate was on the same side as the Norse crowd.

"He is known by many titles!"

A figure could be seen exiting the gate.

"Doesn't matter your opponent! This man remains undefeated with his insane strength!"

The figure was easily the tallest of the combatants, about 8 feet. Every step this man took seemed to shake the arena.

"He is known to be the god of thunder! But make no mistake!"

The figure turned out to be a man well known to the Norse pantheon.

"He's called the 'god of thunder' because every time he strikes his target, the roar of thunder will resonate across the sky and beyond!"

The man was still walking towards Frey.

"The one with the title of the strongest Norse god!"

The man then stopped walking when he reached Frey's side.

The Nordic fans started screaming and clamoring as loudly as possible for the last Nordic representative as soon as Heimdallr uttered his name...

"THOR!"

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Well... That's it, folks!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

The next chapter will likely be published on Tuesday or Wednesday! I need time to write the first fight!

Next chapter:

Chapter 29 Battle between gods! (Part 1).

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