The stage was set, and the tensions were palpable in the air. Athena, Aphrodite, and Hera observed with serene but attentive expressions from their elevated seats, contemplating the central plaza below Yggdrasil, where a crowd of lesser and superior gods had gathered to witness the event. Beside them, three superior Norse gods—powerful, though not at Thor's divine level—were present, eager to impress the Greek goddesses.
One of them, Eir, with her golden braided hair and cold, ice-like eyes, leaned slightly toward Aphrodite, seeking some sign of interest. It was obvious that she sought to win her favor, as did the other two: Fjorn, a god of wind, and Vali, a warrior who longed for recognition on the battlefield. The three Norse gods were doing everything they could to please the three Greek goddesses, and today, that favor meant organizing the execution.
"I hope everything goes as we planned," Eir murmured, her eyes shining with ambition as she glanced at Aphrodite.
