A few months ago, in Asgard, realm of the Norse gods.
—Let me in already!— shouted a man inside an enormous hallway filled with golden columns and incense floating in the air.
—Lord Thor, we have warned you that you have no right to enter the royal throne of our father Odin— responded two winged women wearing shining armors, blue dresses, and helmets with two wings and the figure of a swan on the front. Both had their spears positioned in an X, guarding a massive portal made of cedar and gold.
The man who was shouting, the god of thunder Thor, was tall with red hair and a well-trimmed beard. His eyes were like emeralds, and he wore a green tunic and leather boots. He carried a massive cape made of bear fur.
Valhalla, the palace of the god Odin, where Thor was, was a gigantic structure within the world called Asgard. In human terms, the palace could be larger than the entire European continent.
It was white and golden; one could see their reflection quickly with the columns and the roof, which were covered in golden shields.
The palace had thousands of doors and huge banquet halls where the Einherjar feasted constantly. There were also combat halls where they were trained by Odin's Valkyries.
Its exterior was composed of countless rectangular golden and silver towers. At the top of this massive palace, atop the tallest tower, statues of a goat and an elk stood as supreme guardians of this gigantic edifice. Blue and greenish clouds could be seen covering this grand castle.
Outside the palace, a gigantic garden of tall trees rose; its name was Glasir. There were an enormous amount of fountains, lakes, and many animals like elks and reindeer; which dwelled within it.
The air was so fresh, and a very sweet fruit aroma could be inhaled. In the middle of this massive garden, a great tree rose, a oak under the name Glasislundr, which had fruits and golden branches so bright that the sky could be seen reflected in them.
—Listen to me— said Thor, —I have been lodging my complaint for months, and I still haven't seen my father. Can't you see that this is an emergency?— he continued to explain.
The women, known as Valkyries and Odin's bodyguards, only hardened their steadfast position.
—We're sorry, Lord Thor, but we cannot allow you access without our father's authorization— the Valkyries responded with determination.
—No one can enter, Lord Thor, not even Lady Frigg. It is the command of our master and lord Odin!— one of the Valkyries said.
Thor turned around and stormed off, cursing under his breath.
Walking through the halls of Valhalla, Thor encountered Freyr, the Norse god of light and lord of Álfheimr, who was also in the hall.
—What the hell are you doing here, Freyr?— the red-haired god asked.
—It's a free realm, I can be wherever I want! ♬— replied the god of light with a beautiful smile.
Freyr was almost always semi-nude, wearing only a white tunic that covered part of his body. His hair was long and blond, almost golden, and he had beautiful amber eyes. Light radiated from his body, and it was impossible not to notice him when he was near.
—Bah, as if I care— Thor said, trying to avoid the golden god.
—And tell me, little Thor, why the grumpy face? ♬— the handsome god asked the moody god of thunder.
—Those damn Valkyries won't let me see my father!— the red-haired god said.
—I've been trying to reach him for months, but I can't! They say he's not available, that he's on a journey or meditating. Each Valkyrie that stops me has a completely different story of what's happening— he continued to complain.
—It's about Loki, isn't it? ♬— Freyr said.
—Do you know about it too?— Thor asked.
—Of course! But for some reason, Loki is trying to bring our people back to worship us and drive away those followers of the religion from Lel ♬— said the god of light, making a nonchalant expression.
—Are you kidding? It's Loki. He always performs acts that seem to help us, but ends up using them to stab us in the back. And how did he escape from the prison where we locked him up? We put up more than three dimensional walls in his capture. Even I with my hammer couldn't destroy a single one— Thor responded indignantly.
—Little Thor, I think, at this moment, worrying about the pests from Lel is more important ♬— Freyr continued, responding to the god of thunder without giving any importance to his complaints.
—The last I heard is that my father signed a treaty to allow Lel to enter our Nordic territories, but when did that happen? He hadn't appeared for a few months already— Thor said, puzzled.
—Is that why you've been trying to see him? ♬— Freyr asked.
—Well, yes, what kind of nonsense is that? Those bastards from Lel converted our Germanic people to Christianity, and now they also want to meddle in our Nordic realms. Father would never have signed a treaty surrendering our humans to that wretched religion!— the furious god of thunder replied.
—I know, and I also can't comprehend this situation, but I suppose Father Odin must have had reasons for it. However, it doesn't mean we will surrender our kingdom to Lel. If they want to intervene, we will give them a war. So don't worry, Little Thor, we are strong enough to fend off those savages ♬— the god of light replied nonchalantly.
—Well, there's another matter I want to discuss with Father— Thor responded with a concerned expression.
—Oh, what could it be that makes you wear such a sad face? ♬— Freyr replied, intrigued.
—Have you heard what humans are talking about? Ragnarok?— Thor asked.
—Nonsense that humans invent to give their lives some direction, Little Thor. Don't believe the tales of a group of such primitive beings ♬— the beautiful god continued.
—Listen— added the god of light, —I have never had a problem with them worshiping other gods and opening up to the world, but you have wanted to flex your muscles by having our humans invade the territories of the gods in Lel and destroying their monasteries, churches, and so on. Maybe Loki is doing us a favor by isolating them again, or maybe not, but I don't think we should worry about those things right now, Little Thor ♬— Freyr concluded.
Thor crossed his arms and snorted.
—I suppose you're right. Those invasions in Lel's territories didn't turn out to be good ideas after all. Why do they give so much importance to the worship of a god who never even existed? I truly don't understand— the god of thunder said, intrigued.
—I don't know, but now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go visit my little sister in Fólkvangr ♬— the god of light said as he turned around and walked away.
—Take care ♬— he bid farewell, raising his hand.
—Seriously? Doesn't anyone care that that bastard is out there causing trouble?— Thor pondered, perplexed.
—After murdering Balder and all the things he's done to us?—
—My father wouldn't have stood idly by, I'm sure— the god of thunder continued to think as his impatience grew.