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I ran through the hotel with no idea where I was going, with Hilgi chasing me close behind until I managed to escape the Nordic hero in one of the hundreds of corridors the hotel had, where I immediately changed form, to that of an animal, a raven to be precise.
Alright, Adam, focus…. Someway… somefuckinghow, you managed to get into the famous Valhalla…. Now think, was this the place the voice in my cabin wanted me to see… if so, was I related to the Norse Gods someway?
"Interesting magic you have there," Someone remarked with a chuckle behind me.
Startled I turned around to see who had said that, and a single thought crossed my mind, FUCK!, in front of me, stood a barrel-chested man with massive arms, gray hair, and a square-cut beard that accentuated his weathered face. His left eye was covered with a black patch, leaving only his right eye shining with curiosity, as for his clothes he was wearing a polo shirt, and some khaki shorts.
Gotta stay on character… "Quack?"
"Ravens don't quack," The man I knew to be Odin chuckled, "But I must admit is hilarious to see you try and fail so badly,"
"So… you are going to kill me?" I hesitantly asked.
Odin snorted, the ALLFUCKINGFATHER snorted, "I think you have been spending too much time with the greeks," he laughed, "Why would I do that, so far you haven't done anything worth killing you,"
"I… might have," I conceded with a small chuckle.
"Now, why are you here?" Odin asked gesturing around, confused as to why I had chosen to hide in one of the cleaning supply rooms his hotel had.
"I will assume you ask why I am here… in this broom closet, well… I kinda panicked and ran from the Helgi the pimp," I chuckled, but then processed what I had just said. I called one of his employees a PIMP to his face, do I really want to die.
"HAHAHAHA, He does look like one doesn't he?" Odin laughed, his guffaws echoing in the large room, causing the brooms to shake and the cleaning supplies to fall.
He is surprisingly chill for someone on the same level as Zeus… maybe even stronger, "I… he does," I nodded.
"Alright, alright, drop the transformation, you are on the clear…." Odin said, taking a deep breath, recovering from the fit of laughter he had let out a few seconds ago, "With my approval, no one will touch you," he added with a smile and decided it was best to follow his command I did as I was told.
"So…. I have a question if I'm permitted to ask," I said, being as respectful as possible. Then again, if Odin killed me, Ares and Zeus would never get the pleasure to do so themselves… hmmm, a win-win situation.
Odin looked at me, and said, "Sure," he smiled.
"Do you know if anyone contacted me in my cabin… you know in camp half-blood?" I asked, if someone could answer this was him, he was supposed to be all-knowing.
"No," Odin answered with a smile, "I have no idea who or what contacted you, which is both refreshing and alarming," he chuckled, "But I wouldn't worry about it too much if I were you,"
"I see," I sighed.
"Now, let's talk about your Magic… it's very unique," Odin looked at me with his right eye… or only eye for that matter and smiled like a child with a new toy, something that genuinely terrified me, "Do you infuse mana into your constructs? Or into your incantations?"
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I spend hours… talking with Odin about my Magic, and even the most insignificant details were enough to have the God of Magic smiling like a love struck fool.
He asked me questions about things I had no idea how to respond or if I even could to begin with… in the end I decided to tell him a little about my griamore, and with a kakashi style one eye smile he offered me asylum on his hotel, under the condition I would answer his questions about my magical powers every now and then to the best of my abilities.
In summary, Odin was a weird, very friendly yet terrifying, unlike Hestia where I knew no matter what I did she would never hurt me, I instinctively knew I had to thread carefully with Odin, he was like a tamed lion, one wrong move and his not tamed anymore, at least that's what I felt… like I was a kid, walking on a minefield.
"I recognized that look," A very… very muscular girl said, walking towards me with a smile, the girl in question was a tall, burly teen with pale blue eyes, and snow-blonde hair braided down her shoulders, "Let me guess… the Allfather found you interesting?" She asked with a knowing smirk and I nodded.
"The name is Gunilla, daughter of the God of Thunder, Thor and captain of the Valkyries serving the Allfather, Odin," Gunilla smiled, "I apologize for what one of my sisters did to you, have no doubt she has been thoroughly punished for hurting an innocent man,"
"A pleasure to meet you," I bowed dramatically, "The name is Aragon… Adam Aragon, Son of the Titaness of Motherhood Leto, founder of the pranking sect of camp half blood, and owner of the anything you can buy as long as you have money store," I chuckled.
Gunilla stared at me, uncomfortable all of the sudden, had I said something wrong… "I see, well… welcome to Hotel Valhalla.. I hope you enjoy your stay," she said, all sense of friendliness gone, as she walked away from me.
"What is it with muscle ladies hating me," I sighed, first Clarisse and now her, "Oh well, I can always bald her if she tries to bully me," I shrugged.
With that said and done, I decided to explore the hotel, and see if I could find something interesting to do, who knows… I might have some fun around here.