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Viking Mythology Loki

Sucked Into Mythology

So with my position on the bed, it meant that the book in my hand should be a notebook not a textbook. I dropped my phone and looked at my right . Low and behold! The tall and mysterious figure was sitting on my study chair and was looking at me the whole time . It uttered these words "hello mortal". I was startled and I was about to scream again. 'Don't let me knock you out again ,mortal'. When I heard these words,I knew I had to zip it and find a way to talk myself out of this situation. With my heart beating as a hunting mamma cheetah ,'who are you,no what are you' I asked. I am Thanatos. Mortal,your time has come. Come along now. What do you mean by my time has come? I am Thanatos,the god of death. The god of death? Wait ,so if you're here,does it mean that I am dead? Yes mortal,so you're coming on a journey with me to the underworld. There's no way that I'm dead. Anyways, Isn't Lord Hades,the god of the dead? Yes he is. Then why are you here? As my name suggests, I'm the god of death. Think of it this way, Hades controls the Underworld while I, Thanatos fills it with the dead,like you. Shouldn't a grimm reaper be here instead of you ? Yes,there should have but Hades said I've been lazing around for far too long and handed me this task. You're the first human I'm escorting personally to the other world so consider yourself lucky. I'm sorry Mr Thanatos, however I still don't believe that I'm dead. How else could I have used my phone and felt my blanket? Come with me. To where? To your bathroom and don't call me Mr. You can call me lord Thanatos or prince Thanatos 'Thanatos said'. As we entered the bathroom,I saw my body lying there unconscious.
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The Rise Of Loki

A lone figure stood amid the wreckage of where once reigned a pantheon, his broad back radiating an unfathomable aura of power as his golden irises swept over the debris that once housed some of the most powerful existences in this universe. "oh.. you survived that ?" Loki asked with a hint of surprise as his eyes fell on the bloodied blue-haired God barely clinging to life a few meters away Poseidon couldn't even muster the strength to respond as his eyes stared at Loki in pure terror. His mind couldn't help but think, 'What did my brother do to offend such an existence?!' Suddenly, Poseidon felt a cold chill run down his spine as a gust of wind flew passed him, before he could muster the strength to turn and face what could possibly make him feel more dreadful than the green-haired demon before him, the demon uttered three words that made his blood run cold "Fenrir.. eat him." ========= This story is strictly fictional. It revolves around a down-and-out Loki who rises to the pinnacle of existence. It will have some similarities to what is already known in the myths; however, due to my lack of knowledge on the matter, most of the story is entirely original, with only a few elements added as I learn more through my research along the way. As I said, it's strictly fictional. ========= NOTE: I am not a professional writer and have zero experience. This is honestly just to gain experience as well as a hobby but constructive criticism is always welcomed. I will try to upload 2-4 chapters a week with each chapter having at least 1200 words
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The Shards of My Soul (Book I in the Ascended Series)

In the northern royal kingdom of Arszden, nothing is as it seems. Being one of the oldest of the Fourteen Kingdoms, time has made its history both fact and fairytale, and to this day, nobody knows which is more accurate, either fantasy or reality. Katarina Kasdan was born free, but 321 days ago, her entire world crumbled at her feet. Not for the first time, and surely, not for the last. Stripped of her right to freedom after her entire village was burned to the ground, she was taken as a thrall by the woman known as the Keiserinne, and used for her dark wishes. But her wyrd was long ago settled. When the infamous Steel Kairo walks into her life, everything changes, once more. He is everything she hates. Everything she fears. Everything she loves. He has secrets interwoven with the very birth of the world he seems to carry in his shoulders, holds more power than one should ever be given to wield, and, on top of it all, he is said to be immortal. Something she should have known the first time she tried to stab him. Or when he offered to teach her to throw knives. Or when he kissed her for the first time. But as another king sits on his throne destined to fall, others reach to claim a crown bejeweled with secrets that could mean the unveiling of a long-lost prophecy and a wyrd millennia before settled. And as false kings race to claim an inheritance that is neither theirs nor the king's firstborn, the wyrd wields its hand to place upon the one true heir's head the crown of the Lost King. And amid such secrets lies a fate that claims that these two will be the bane of each other's existence until the blood of one of them is shed upon a land of daisies. Thus, chaos will come. Lives will be lost. Bonds will be made. Vows will be broken. Blood will be spilled. Fates will be set. And war will be waged. And the only remaining question is whether steel will be broken or a daisy will blossom. (Norse mythology and Viking inspired)
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The End Of All Things (Prequel in The Ascended Series)

When in doubt, search for the past… where all secrets hide. He is a man known by many names. Born a Crown Prince, his birth name was known by all the kingdom and, after his death, it became known by the entire world as the tale of the Lost King — the beautiful and kind prince said to have disappeared into the Northern fog and to only return to his people in their time of most need. Such whispers spread like ashes through the kingdoms, ushered by the winds of the North, crossing seas to bring faith to unknown people. Living as the Slayer, his name became the whispers of those frightened, spoken in both prayer and consternation for fear that his arrival might not only not bring peace to the dead, nor keep the living from death. Dying as a God, his name became the word no one would dare to speak, for with his death, the evil slithered away, not killed or banished, but satisfied for long enough to leave the world to enjoy some semblance of peace, leaving his absence an emptiness the skies felt, but no one defied. Born Raiden Thorden. Lived Steel Kairo. Died Thor Odinson. The human boy fated to be a God. The most powerful God sacrificed in the most human of ways. The only remaining question is what name the Seid will give him, now. Faced with the end of all things, if his death is the sacrifice needed for the survival of the world he spent his entire existence protecting, isn’t it worth it? After all, his ending began centuries before… And when comes the thawing, after all the secrets have melted away, what remains shall be the truth. (Norse mythology and Viking inspired)
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