Stars Across the Pantheons
So this title may change if I think of something better lol but here’s the beginning of a new series I am really excited about, it’s something new! Hopefully, you guys like it as well. Obvious at this point, but since you’re a Greek goddess, you might wanna do research into how fucked up the Greek pantheon family is. I forwarn this because I don’t know if I will mention it in this story, but it won’t be like...super focused on. This is also obviously a part 1 but you knew that.
The journey through the Bifrost was interesting for you. It was a way of travel you had never experienced before and found it rather enjoyable. It was much better than the way your father used to travel Greece. Human form and their transportation was never your favorite. You much preferred the Norse method now.
Why, you may ask, is a girl and her father, from Greece, traveling through the Norse gods’ Bifrost to Asgard? Well, your father was Zeus, king of the gods, making you a young goddess. Your mother, Hera, didn’t wish to leave Olympus and trusted you to keep your father “in line” while you were out. Now, you were wondering why your father had brought you here to begin with.
“Lord Zeus, Odin, Frigga, and his sons are on their way to meet you. Hello, Princess.”
You smiled politely, feeling the awkward nervousness creep up on you. “Hello, Heimdal. Thank you for allowing us to travel safely.”
He returned the smile, bowing slightly at the waist before your father ushered you on the path of the rainbow bridge. It wasn’t terribly long before you saw four figures nearing you and felt your father’s hand rest between your shoulder blades. A sense of unease settled over you as he guided you towards the imposing gods. You had never been to another realm of the gods before and the implications that your father had brought you and you alone here were not the best in your mind.
“Odin! It’s so good to see you again, old friend!”
The one-eyed man laughed loudly and you ducked your head, hands clasped in front of you. Your father’s hand dropped as he shook the other god’s hand and, using the slight chance that there was a distraction to the rest of the family, you glanced up at the other three.
There was a very beautiful woman, long blonde hair pulled back from her face, a ring of braids around the top of her head like a crown, a long dress in a far different style than you’ve ever seen, and a small, polite smile on her face. She must have been Frigga.
The next was a man with long blond hair, it was easy to see who he took after more. Even at a glance, Frigga and he looked far more approachable and nice than Odin. At his hop was a rather large hammer. He was Thor, obviously. You knew enough about the mortals’ myths of the Norse gods to know that.
The last man, he looked bored. His dark hair was slicked back and shorter than all of the rest of theirs. He wasn’t even looking at your father. Rather, he was staring at you, blue-grey eyes boring into you.
You dropped your head again. Out of all of them, he intimidated you the most. It wasn’t even that he was scary. Compared to the rest of them, he was the least threatening. The blond man was rather buff in appearance, his father was towering, and his mother was so regal in appearance that you felt much smaller than you normally did beside your father. No, this man was intimidating because you had no idea what he was capable of.
And that interested you.
When your father’s hand came back down on your shoulder, you jumped, literally. What you failed to notice was the slight wince that came from the black haired god. Your back straightened, head up proudly in a practiced way as you smiled at the other family. Zeus looked proud as well, though in the more egotistical way than your practiced way. Your eyes held a story of being nervous and slightly uncomfortable being presented the way you were.
It felt odd to be wearing the Greek toga that was draped over your form when it seemed to be very meager covering compared to the apparent normal dress that was here in Asgard. You didn’t feel as dressed up as you figured a god here should be. Granted, the typical white toga was adorned by a golden belt of laurels, your wrist cuffs were golden as well, and golden threading along the bottom hem of your cloth. The open, laced sandals on your feet even felt far too out of the ordinary for you to feel any sort of confidence in your appearance in front of what you knew to be some of the most powerful Scandinavian gods.
Despite the turbulent emotions swirling within you, you followed after your father and the other two adults, the two men that appeared as the same age as you did (though you all were gods so who truly knew the extent of your ages according to the mortals) fell into step beside you. Without your father there, your shoulders had dropped some of their tension, however, the new and seemingly terrifying forms now next to you, the tension had regathered and you were back into your performance attitude.
“Hello, my Princes. May I help you?”
Thor grinned at you and, from your now closer proximity, you noticed he was just beginning to grow hair on his face. He must’ve been a young god, still.
“Perhaps by relaxing a bit. We welcome you as friends, after all!”
You nearly felt the other man rolling his eyes as you finally cracked a smile. A real, genuine smile.
“I thank you, Prince Thor. I have never visited another pantheon before, it is a strange and new experience for me to be here.”
“Trust me,” the black haired one said to your side, “it is truly nothing to be impressed by.”
“I am afraid I must contradict you, the construction is a simple example of amazement in itself.”
He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a wary, unsure look hovering just under the distrust he held of someone new. Almost as if he was sizing you up. You just smiled with a small glimmer of enjoyment.
“Thor! Loki! You will be in charge of showing her around during her stay,” their father called back to the three of you, the three older gods turning as they walked to look back.
Thor seemed ecstatic to be able to spend more time with you, maybe learn how the Greeks fought while you were there. Loki, however, seemed far more hesitant, though both brothers did agree to their father’s wishes in the end.
This trip would truly be a new experience in many different ways for you, wouldn’t it?