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After a long and very enthusiastic walk in the woods, Thor led me to the dwarves, which to be honest, weren't as small as I expected them to be, while they were small, their size would not make anyone believe they were abnormal or anything, in fact the only thing that would make them stand out was the color of their skin, they were black, and not human black, but pitch space black, it was different, with a sigh, I decided to approach the leader of the smiths, Mótsognir.
The burly dwarf was working at the smithy, while Thor talked with the others, but he soon noticed I was walking in his general direction, this drawing his attention from his work. With a gruff grunt, the dwarves hefted up the sword he was hammering with a pair of tongs and dunked it into a tub of water beside him, "What ya want kid?"
Straight to the point, I see, "I want a weapon," I replied.
"You don't say," Mótsognir rolled his eyes in slight amusement, his voice was deep and dry, and I had to admit, I did not expect sass from a dwarf. Seeing the surprise on my face, the dwarf smith chuckled and pulled his heavy leather gloves off, extending a callous hand to me. "Name's Mótsognir. But seeing the brat brought you here, I will assume you already knew that."
Brat, so Thor is a brat to him, interesting, "My name is Adam, and yes, Thor told me your name before we came here," I chucked, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly.
"Heh," Mótsognir snorted, turning his gaze back to the sword he was working on before I started to talk with him, "Why should I make ya a weapon?" he inquired.
"That is a hard question," I chuckled, what possible good reason could I give him to make me a weapon, "What do you want in exchange for giving me a weapon?"
"That has to be the worst offer I have gotten in a millenia," Mótsognir snorted, "Alright, let's make a deal brat,"
"I am, all ears," I stated, whatever he wanted me to do, it would be done… and now I noticed that can be exploited, meh, fuck it, I doubt this guy is like Ares.
"I am a busy dwarf, I ain't got the time I used to have when I was young," Mótsognir sighed, a grin forming on his face, "So here is the deal, you want a weapon, fine, I'll forge ya one, but you will have to provide all the materials for me to forge it,"
That… didn't sound so bad, "I am it, but…. I don't know what you will need… so I have no idea what to bring you…" I chuckled.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you Gods, don't even know how to change your own underwear," Mótsognir sighed, rubbing his temples, "I will get ya a list," he approached, and with a knife cut my arm, startled I jumped back, glaring at him, "The fuck was that?"
"The first ingredient," Mótsognir deadpanned, looking at me as if I was crazy, maybe I was, "Every godly weapon, at least the ones I make have the essence of the wielder, and not only that… your essence tells me what other ingredients I need to forge you a weapon made for you," I eyed the dwarf with uncertainty, but decided to trust the guy, he had been doing this long before I was alive, and for the looks of it, long before Thor was alive.
"Now, let's see," Mótsognir muttered, putting my golden blood under a magnifying glass, "Greek and…" the dwarf stopped cold on his tracks, turning his attention to Thor, "Are you sure it is wise to give him a weapon?"
"Of course," Thor snorted, "He's my lad,"
"Do you know who his father is?" Mótsognir hissed, and why in the fuck does everyone knows who my father is, but me!
"Yes, and he's nothing like him… don't worry," Thor smiled, giving me a double thumbs up.
"This will be the end of me, but what that hell… if I die… I will finally get some time off," Mótsognir chuckled humorlessly, "Alright kid, let me write you the ingredients you need and where to find them," he grumbled.
"Can you tell me who the fuck my father is?" I asked, feeling somewhat exasperated at this point.
"Fuck no," Mótsognir shook his head, "I don't want any beef with your old daddy, besides the fact you aren't bad shit crazy is probably linked to the fact you haven't interact with him,"
"Frankly, that has been the best answer anyone has given me," I sighed, at least the more people I got to meet, the better answers I started to get.
"Anyways, let me write you up that list," Mótsognir sighed, pulling a piece of paper and a pen out of his desk, "Let's see…. Holy fuck, this list will kill you," the dwarf laughed, as he wrote the list with an evil smirk on his face, and realzing his kind had made the weapons to most of the Norse gods, I started to doubt findign the ingridients would be as easy, "You will need the hearts of three falling starts, the tears of a virgin pure of heart, a handful of the true essence of mana…. Oh fuck… you are dead for sure, kid are you sure you want this weapon?"
After a long list of seemingly impossible ingredients to get, why did he stop? "What else do I need… it can be that bad…." oh no, after one hundred years, I had once again, summoned my nemesis, Murphy's law.
"The last two ingredients are the scales of Jormungandr and a fang of Fenrir," Mótsognir sighed.
One…. two…. Three, "WHAT IN THE FUCK?!" Thor and I shouted at the same time, almost as if we had practiced beforehand.
"So… you still want that weapon?" Mótsognir asked, though he asked the wrong question, of course I wanted the weapon… the question he should've been asking was… can you get the ingredients, because I sure as hell don't know if I can.