Thor's Family (co-op fanfic)

Chapter 1: Ullr POV

Ullr POV

What a beautiful day it is. The snow is falling lightly as the year is turning towards what the Midgardians call Christmas. I’ve been down here for years, and I still can’t figure out how a place everyone in my homeland calls filthy can rival Asgard in raw beauty. I simply love the way the light of the sun makes the thin layer of soft snow shine brightly, the soft layer broken a hundred times by children’s boots.

It almost brings out the child in me again - though I’m only eighteen by asgardian standards in the first place. By midgardian standards I should be about one thousand, five hundred years old - times goes slightly differently in Asgard.

They’re playing everywhere, running around, throwing snowballs and making angels and snowmen. The bench I’m sitting on gives me a good view of the park, but it also leaves me dangerously open to snow projectiles. I can’t help it but to laugh heartily when a weak snowball connects with the side of my face. Turning a bit I glance down at an adorable two years old boy. He had short walnut hair sticking out under a brown knitted cap and adorable big blue eyes that seemed strangely familiar. I shook it off me though, and wiped the last snow off my face.

-Oh my gods, I’m so sorry! The flustered mother of the child shouted. I looked up and saw her come running, scooping up the child and scolding it for throwing snowballs.

-Let the child have some fun, I said smiling and held out my arms as I rose. -No harm was done anyway.

They don’t call me the god of winter hunting and skiing for nothing - I can handle a bit snow. The woman looked relieved.

-You’ll have to forgive Modi, she said, gesturing the boy.

-Modi? I asked and furrowed my brow. That’s an old norse name, and certainly not a normal one in this country. The mother gave a small laugh.

-I know, it’s such a weird name. His father came up with it, she said.

-It’s certainly not weirder than mine, I laughed and held out my hand.

-I’m Ullr Sifson, I said.

-I’m Jane Foster, the woman said and shook my hand with a new smile.

Jane Foster.

The name is oddly familiar, though I can’t seem to place it. Maybe I’m just mistaking the name with a valkyrie or something. A quick glance at my clock reveals that I’m late for my skiing exercise, so I quickly excused myself to Jane and little Modi and scooped up the large bag I had put under the bench and started jogging over the park.

Some might say that I really don’t need skiing exercises. Part of my godly power is to move faster than the wind blows when I wear my skis, but my role in the ski class is more alike to a teacher’s.

I did after all invent this amazing sport - though I must say that humans did well to perfect it, these new ski waxes are amazing! My stay in America hasn’t been too long - people tend to ask so many questions when I show up from nowhere, even though I do my best to blend in (okay, I’m not aging that fast, have a weird name and I’m a master at skiing, shooting with bows and hunting during winter - but I’m not that weird!).

The previous country’s I’ve stayed in have taught me a lot. I really enjoyed my stay in Canada, a place with long winters and wonderful areas for hunting - though simple curiosity sent me to Norway where I could really see what impact my sport has on people. Geez, some of these guys need a psychiatric - especially the commentators on norwegian ski television; they’re going completely mad just because of a game.

After Norway I had some brief stays in France, Japan, Russia and some other places I barely remember the names for. I really just went there because I’m curious by nature.