Son of Thor

this is good

A streak of lightning hits me, causing a flash bang to blind everyone for a brief moment.

As the smoke clears, a determined look is in my eyes as I'm standing straight, wielding Stormbreaker. Everyone's eyes just look at me in awe and hope.

I'm worthy again.

I drag my axe across the ground and sprint, slaughtering any Frost Giants in my way. I look up at Surtr with a determined look before running towards the fire demon, adrenaline fueling me in every step.

With a mighty leap, I propel yourself up towards Surtur, Stormbreaker ready in my hands. The massive fire demon looms closer and closer, its form seeming almost unstoppable.

Just as I reach Surtur's level, you swing Stormbreaker with all my might, bringing the axe towards Surtur's head and decapitating him.

His now lifeless body slumps and falls down with a huge thud. His head rolls. Landing of my feet with a thud, I look at all the citizens, my friends and the Frost Giants who just stare in silence at the dead body of the bringer of Ragnarok. 

Then, they all look at me.

And that's why cheers erupt across the air when I raise Stormbreaker up high. Even the Frost Giants are congratulating me.

The air is filled with a sense of victory and relief, a stark contrast to the chaos and destruction that had preceded it.

***

Odin's Palace

The throne room is in disarray, but it's clear that the city is slowly returning to some semblance of order and peace. I stand in front of my grandfather's throne, flanked by my father, who looks at me with a mixture of pride and relief.

"It seems, young one, I have underestimated." Odin says, looking weary but also impressed.

"You're welcome!" I say with a sly smile as I hang Stormbreaker over my shoulder.

Odin rolls his single eye at my response, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Insolent as ever, I see." He replies, but there's a glimmer of humor in his gaze. "But," he continues. "You and your friends have accomplished something truly extraordinary. You've not only saved Asgard, but you've prevented Ragnarok from consuming all of the Nine Realms. That is no small feat."

He gestures to Stormbreaker "That axe is truly worthy of a true Asgardian warrior."

"And you.." Odin's gaze travels to Thor his expression growing serious. "You have done well to raise such a valiant and loyal son." Thor nods with a smile. However, I raise a finger and pipe up.

"What about that one time when you said—"

Odin holds up a hand to stop me, his gaze hardening slightly. "We're not going there right now, young Odinson. Save that for another day."

He sighs, his expression growing weary again. After a few moments of awkward silence, I speak up again. "...well..I would love to give the autographs to the citizens of Asgard but....i have somewhere else to go."

Odin nods in understanding, a weary smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Ah, of course. You young demigods and your constant need for adventure."

He leans back in his throne, his hand drumming against the armrest. "Where do you plan to go now, if I may ask?"

"A date." I reply back with a wink as I make my way out of the palace. And as I do so, I can hear my grandfather muttering something about 'teenagers' and 'young love'.

***

Camp Half Blood

As I step into the camp, a chorus of cheers echo throughout the vicinity. Demigods from all three pantheons, Greek, Norse, and Egyptian, gather around me, all of them expressing their celebration of my successful mission. Even the usually reserved Hades kids seem to have cracked a smile.

I flash a grin at everyone before finding my way to my girlfriend whose arms are crossed with a smirk planted on her face. 

"You're probably thinking I'm amazing right now, don't you?" I say with my usual cocky smile.

Clarisse rolls her eyes but can't help but smirk.

"Oh, yeah, totally. You're so amazing that I can barely contain my excitement." She replies, her tone dripping with sarcasm but her smile betraying her.

I smirk. "You know, Clarisse. I know this really cool place in Alfheim where they have this amazing food and the waiters are also equally amazing. And the tables are also amazing and the cloths are also amazing and—oh you get the point! Clarisse la Rue, Daughter of Ares, will you go out with me?"

Clarisse quirks up an eyebrow, trying her best to maintain her usual stoic facade but the hint of a smile on her lips betrays her.

After a few moments, she finally relents, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect.

"Ugh, fine. You're lucky you're cute. I'll go on a date with you, Odinson."

I smile a bit right before rumbling is heard in the distance right outside of the Camp's borders. 

"Minotaurs?" I ask Hazel who's standing right next to me.

"Minotaurs." She confirms.

I sigh. When will they learn? Although, I do believe that it's because the Mist could be weakening. But hey, that's just a theory. No way that would happen...right?

I turn towards Clarisse. "Tomorrow, eight thirty?"

"Yeah. Eight thirty. And you better not be late."

I nod with a wider smirk before turning and swinging Stormbreaker as I rush upto the Minotaurs. I leap in the air, weapon at the ready as the bull-headed beings approach.

Some of the nearby demigods watch in awe at my determination (who wouldn't?) while others charge in alongside me, weapons raised.

THE END