The Many Adventures of the Avengers and Friends

💜✨ A Reader Lives a Thousand Lives Before He Dies

A/N

I use a lot of Game of Thrones stuff to influence my perception of Asgard. Then that got me thinking. Obviously Game of Thrones exists in these universes (I made it explicit in a couple of chapters), so how would these Asgardian traditions transfer over?

This is the story of how that happened.

Disclaimer: Obviously, George RR Martin came up with this stuff and I used it, not the other way around. Also I have no idea how long it took for him to write book one. The setting time is an estimate. But I get a *little* leway; this is fanfiction world, remember that.

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~New Mexico, some time in 1991~

Olivia hadn't been down to visit Midgard since at least the 1940s. A lot can change in 50 years and she wanted to have a look around. Loki was back home, a bit busy with a few things. Olivia didn't mind going alone. New Mexico was a place she was interested in visiting for whatever reason. It piqued her interest.

She was at a little coffee shop in mid-morning. It was summertime, so people sat outside the shop to enjoy their drinks. Olivia wasn't very partial to coffee, probably because she didn't have it on Asgard. Though, she picked up some vanilla bean something or other and sat outside. No one in a million years would recognise her, but she looked like an average mortal woman in her early twenties.

Olivia sat at a table by herself with a book in her hands called "The Eyes of the Dragon" by Stephen King. She noticed it at the coffee place's bookstore and decided to have a look. It was pretty interesting so far.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a man sitting down at the table next to her. He pulled out a journal and opened it. He seemed to read something in it before pulling out a pencil.

Olivia wasn't above using magic to look at people's things when it interested her. She knew it was an invasion of privacy, but she couldn't help it.

In the man's journal, he had a bunch of notes in bullet points, as well as a few lines connecting them. It was planning.

That man might be writing a book. Olivia deduced. He looks lost. Maybe I could help him.

She stood up and walked over to the man, a little nervous. Would he shoo her away? Maybe.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"Can I help you?" The man asked.

"I was wondering if you were planning on writing a book. It looks like you have planning in your journal."

"Actually I am."

"Is it a fantasy?"

"Yeah. I'm planning on calling it 'A Game of Thrones.' I have the basic idea down, but there's a few things I'm kind of lost on." The man said, a little solemnly at the end.

"Well, maybe I can help. I'm not exactly a writer, but I do know a bunch of really obscure things from different mythologies you could use." Olivia said.

"That would actually be nice. Sure. Just a few things, though." The man said. Olivia pulled her chair over and sat down. "I should probably introduce myself. George Martin."

"Olivia... Thompson." She said, shaking his hand. Her last name probably might be a bit odd in a foreign land. This was one she used as a pseudonym when on Midgard. It was a common last name, she discovered.

"Are you from Britain, by chance?" George asked.

"No?" Olivia answered.

"Oh, I was just wondering because of your accent." George said.