Chapter 1: The battle

965 A.D Old Norse Lands Final battle Between Frost Giants and Asgardians

THOR:

"RETREAT! RETREAT! MY FELLOW ASGARDIANS OPEN THE PORTAL GO BACK TO ASGARD! I WILL HOLD THEM OFF. YOU MUST LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY!" I told them this, as we were being overwhelmed and I felt despair. I threw Mjolnir to stop a giant from killing my brother Loki. I helped him up and told him we couldn't win today or any day coming. That we would need to regroup to fight. Loki looked into my eyes and said "Brother you can't hold them off, they will kill you. All-Father has lost his power to see to the future, we won't win like he saw. The Old Greek Pantheon is still around and draws our power from Midgard once we leave we won't be able to come back brother, please hear me out. This planet and realm will fall." I saw his eyes and looked towards the battle and saw my father and in them I saw that my brother was right; the Greek Pantheon may have lost their nations but two empires worshipping them in less than 1,000 years made them strong and there power was causing ours to weaken. Not to an extent that we would be weaker than them but to the point we will be considered minor primordials on Greek pantheon terms. That was it though, we were just too weak and so my father took my advice and ran with the army. He was fooled by a vision that we would win and this was done by our enemy, The King Frost Giant, and his allies. Never let anyone tell you that the enemy of my enemy is not your friend because that's what the Giants did. They gathered every monster they could, an army of 10,000 to fight ours. And we didn't see it, until it was too late. So my brother told me again to go with him, to go home with mother and father…. But I couldn't. I couldn't leave all these monsters that only Norse "Gods" could fight so I did what was best, as pushed my only remaining comrade my brother through the portal as it closed, and I stayed to fight.

Loki(Transporting to Asgard)

"BROTHER NO!" And then the portal sequence I flew through space knowing I will never see my brother again. My father thinking he could beat my brethren, the frost giants, just because he saw it through his all-powerful eye. I knew we couldn't and no one believed me and now Midgard is cut off and my brother, the god of thunder, lightning, storms, justice, and healing was to die on the planet. And I made myself a promise, a promise I will never break that if one day, any day I could help Thor or do something in his name I would do it. And I made the vow as I reached Asgard and with one final look at the realm my brother protected, I saw his final breaths being spent.

Thor (Back on earth)

As my brother left I knew I would die, protecting my favorite planet for the good of mankind. I began to fight as a giant tried to crush me and I easily struck down a lighting bolt that would have made the pathetic Greek god Zeus cry. And as he blew away in silver dust I tossed Mjolnir and it hit the frost giants killing many but the enemy was overwhelming and more just took their place. As my hammer crushed the Giants I sprinted to the Midgard serpent who was prophesized to one day kill me and as I charged I felt a sense of dread. I would die here and that this was the end but I told myself before I die I want to take as many of these monsters as I can. So I ran from the serpent and charged for the Frost Giant King, destroying anything in my path. Once I killed more than 200 monsters, I finally had reached the giant and with everything I had I charged at it.

The Giant was amazing with its ice spear but my hammer being the most powerful weapon ever created withheld his onslaught. We went back and forth, and I attacked with all I had: I struck him with lighting, which only seemed to make him angry. He yelled at me saying "THOR YOU WON'T SURVIVE, YOU SHALL DIE BY MY HAND, EVEN YOUR FAMILY RUNS FROM ME! YOU SHALL DIE!" He said as a maniacal laugh escaped his blue mouth. I threw my hammer, as I caught his open mouth, which made him fall over but all at once as I flew 30 feet in the air he blew his artic air into me. I felt the air chill me over and over; I felt myself grow weaker as I withhold his air. And as I plummet to give him his final blow, I charged my hammer with all the energy I could pushing the hammer to its limit. As I flew towards the wide-eyed giant I heard him say "I will return to conquer your puny planet". I heard this but as I flew I said a silent goodbye to my family. I struck with power far greater than anything meteor could have and incinerated over half of the remaining monster army. The Giant frost king was no more and as I slowly got up as I felt weak and ill.

My body was weak as I stood, my hammer, the hammer I had known and carried for my whole life was on the brink of falling apart, for I knew in my heart I only had enough energy in the hammer to hit one last time. For I knew that after that hit it would shatter with no hope of ever being repaired again but alas I could release it, let it regenerate slowly to get its power back. Than as time passed it could maybe find a new wielder and be as strong as ever. I thought of that as I fell to ground weakened, bleeding silver ichor, and depressed for my home, Asgard, I would never see it again. I stood up from where I fell and I started climb out of the crator that I had created. But as I climbed I heard a sound, a sound I knew would kill me that day, the sound of snake. I turned around and there it was, the serpent that would on day kill me and as it seemed today was that day. I stared into its yellow eyes as it lounged at me, I called down a massive lightning bolt that weakened me even more, but I was too late. I felt the snake's pincers go into my leg and I knew I couldn't survive it. The lighting may have not killed the animal but my body would not be able to defeat the poison regardless if I beat him or not. And as I fell to the ground I saw the snake come back towards me. I did one last thing before it could attack me, the only thing I could do, I prayed to the hammer. I prayed to it, telling it to find a worthy person to wield it, a worthy person to have all my powers regardless of the person being mortal or half. I prayed as I released some of my essence into it so when the time came I could help the person the hammer chose. To train them with my powers and teach them what to do when the Frost Giants returned for I knew they would. For I knew I only delayed their conquest of this realm but that they would return. So with all my remaining strength I threw the hammer into the sky hoping the one-day wielder would be a strong man. And as I saw my precious hammer fly I let my self-go as the serpent lounged at me again and sunk its pincers in me. And as I faded with only a part of me remaining on earth I smiled as my family watched from my home.

Loki

I watched from Asgard as my brother defeated the Frost Giant King with all he had. I laughed at the blast knowing nothing could have survived it. I saw my brother fall as the only remaining monster, the Midgard Serpent, attacked him. And I knew he would die but what bothered me why wasn't he using Mjolnir? I than heard his prayer. Ah my brother dying and still being the hero I laughed as I cried alone from where I watched. I loved my brother we shared the same mother and her love, regardless of my true parentage, we were brothers and from that point I knew how I would help my brother; I would train the person who was to wield his hammer and train him to his full extent and even give the person a portion of his powers for he knew that when the frost Giant returned the new wielder would need all the help he could get.

Third Person: (Hours after Thor's Fading)

The hammer flew beautifully in the dark chilled air of the Norse Lands. It flew by the moon and shimmered beautifully as it reflected the moon. As it flew thousands of miles it skipped like a rock over water by a garden, but continued to skip, passing the garden, as it went down the mountain the garden was on. It hit an abandoned Greek sword and continued to move as it found a place to rest in a secluded spot by the garden. At which only the person who was called by the hammer would find it. But the Abandoned Greek sword, after being hit, began glow and glow in till the glow subsided you could see what happened. Where a beautiful bronze sword was, a new Uri Silver Celestial Bronze mix blade was left.

(A century later)

As time went on, a man, by the looks of it, on horse came along and saw the sword he picked it up and admired the blade. He felt the power and stared at it wide eyed he felt the sword talk to him saying, "Give to the one you believe deserves and until then no one shall wield me". He knew what it meant and was curious on what the silver in the blade was but before he could feel it the sword glowed and became a hammer pendent. He knew the sword will break before he could get it out, he knew he had to wait before he could see the beautiful Greek letter again, which spelled out Anaklusmos.

Okay this will be a Percy Jackson story and will be probably a series I feel. The pairing Percy and Zoe. The eventual return of the frost giant that almost defeated the Asgardians will come very much later but no matter what Percy will still fight Kronos? Gaia? Am not sure also Loki helping Thor is not far-fetched I will have no OC just some OOC and also this of course will be a AU. Anaklusmos14 helped by grammar and spelling so shot out to Anaklusmos14 and also as always RR