The son of Thor

The end of worlds

Third POV

The realm of Asgard was bustling with activity. Unlike the usual feeling of joy and excitement that the city was known for, now only nervousness and acceptance could be seen on their faces. Considering the circumstances, this was expected, as only a month was left, before their realms faded out of existence. Ragnarok was inevitable.

Suddenly, a blood curdling feminine scream of pain was heard across the realm. At first, the citizens thought that someone was dying, but the next sound caused a sigh of relief and smile amongst the people. It was the cry of a newborn. It was even louder than the first scream of it's mother. Only one thought occurred into the minds of the people. ' Our lady has given birth .'

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A couple walked hand in hand towards the largest palace in Asgard. The man had the posture and physique of a true warrior, a commander at that. He was 6'6 tall with bulging muscles. His blond hair were long and untamed. It looked as if he had just woken up. He had startling royal blue eyes, hardened from all the battles he had seen.

The lady, on the other hand was beautiful to say the least. Standing at 5'11, she had soft yellow eyes, that held mirth in them. Long black hair Cascaded down her shoulders . She wore a simple white dress. Even though she had just given birth, she still managed to look beautiful.

She carried a small baby wrapped in a blue bundle in her hand.  The baby boy had a loud voice, just like it's father. He also had similar royal blue eyes, the only difference was that whereas the man had completely blue eyes, the child had yellow colour to his sclera, making him look extremely cute, but also dangerous. He had raven black tufts of hair like his mother . The baby was sleeping soundly , not a care for the activity happening around him.

As the trio entered the main halls of the palace, they saw two men present there.
An old man was seated on a huge throne in the centre of the room. He was in his late seventy's . He wore an eye patch on his right eye. But the other eye showed the  wisdom that the man possessed. He had a regal look on his face, but a small smile played on his lips. The smile increased when he saw his youngest grandson sleeping in his mother's arms. The man knew everything about the boy's destiny. It was hard, painful and tiring, but in the end , the boy would emerge victorious. The boy would be even greater than his father.

The other person standing in the room was about the same age as the man who had just entered. But whereas the first man was a warrior, this man was more of a politician. He had a tongue of silver. Just a look in his golden eyes could tell you not to go against him. He stood at 6'3. He would not harm you violently, but the mischievousness in his eyes told you that what he would do for payback would be much worse.

But now, his usually mischievous eyes held a rare warmth in them . When he set eyes on the baby in the woman's arms, a tear of happiness dropped from his eyes. But he quickly wiped it away with his hands and pretended that he was rubbing his sweat away.

The couple walked towards the centre of the room, stopping ten feet from the throne of the old man and bowed down to him. The old man gestured for them to stand and spoke in a voice befitting a king, " Thor, my son . I see that Lady Sif has given birth. It is indeed a pleasure to meet my youngest grandson."

The man, now identified as Thor,rose with a proud smile on his face. The lady beside him, known as Sif,  also rose with a grin on her face. Thor spoke with an equally authoritative voice, "Yes father. About an hour ago, Sif gave birth to our fourth and youngest child, Perseus."

The old man nodded while smiling gently. The man with the golden eyes , however was confused. " Brother, congratulations on your son. But why have you given him a Greek name?"