Borr entered the Norse camp with a grim expression, his extremely serious wounds still dripping golden blood. It could be said that this was the first time Borr had been so mortally wounded.
So, he was furious that he didn't have a helper on the battlefield. Especially Thor, who was as strong as he was, but not even Tyr appeared on the battlefield, which showed that something was wrong.
Borr's furious voice echoed throughout the camp. "THOR!!!!" The ground shook, the tents flew into the sky as a large number of troops were simply thrown back by the shockwave of the God of Destruction's roar.
Thor, who was sleeping with Lagertha, woke up with clear annoyance in his expression, the smell of mead and sex filled the room with a sweet and pungent scent.
Suddenly, Thor threw Lagertha aside and his hammer appeared in his hand, blocking the God of Destruction's axe.
"You foolish, drunken, worthless oaf!!! You really didn't go to the battlefield because of this!?" Borr's voice was beyond furious, he couldn't believe he had almost died because some drunken idiot had actually forgotten to go to the battlefield.
Just the thought of almost dying for something so foolish only intensified Borr's anger, a crimson aura bloomed around his body, but the God of Destruction was simply thrown dozens of kilometers back by the powerful blow of Mjolnir.
Borr's eyes widened and he looked at Thor in disbelief, he was shocked that Thor had actually fought back. Borr's face went from disbelief to red with the rage he was feeling at that moment. "THORRRR!!!!!!"
"Keep your voice down, fucker, I'm not deaf." Thor commented with lightning appearing around his fat, naked body. The God of Thunder's voice was cold, calm, and annoyed.
"It looks like you almost died, they must have given you a hell of a beating." Looking at Borr's wounds, Thor said in a still calm tone, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Borr's response was his battle axe covered in a crimson divine aura, ready to annihilate everything and everyone. Thor naturally didn't dare to take the blow of a Near-God King with his body.
Mjolnir roared with the thunderous sound of thunder and collided head-on with the battle axe.
When the two weapons collided in the air, a silver flash was seen and the shadow of a tree with nine branches appeared at the point of collision. The shockwave spread for hundreds of kilometers, sweeping away everything in its path.
"I ALMOST DIED!" Borr shouted furiously. "ALL BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T CONTROL YOUR DICK!!!"
Thor finally showed some reaction, he looked at Borr and said in an annoyed tone. "I'm not your subordinate to take your orders, I am the commander of this war, not you. You attacked the Greeks because you wanted to, don't blame me for your anxiety and incompetence."
Borr looked on in disbelief at the God of Thunder's words, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. They were so irrational that he wanted to open Thor's brain and see if it was just muscle.
Yes, he wasn't the commander of the war, but he was one of its main participants! The army and Thor himself should have gone to war when he attacked, as they could have penetrated even further into Greek territory.
A crimson aura shone around Borr, like a cloak of blood and destruction. Gigantic balls of destruction energy appeared in both of the God of Destruction's hands.
"I'm going to beat you until you regain your sanity." Borr felt that there was something very wrong with Thor, but he had no idea what had happened to his grandson, but he didn't care at that moment. He would wake Thor up from whatever mental state he was in.
With a wave of his hand, the two gigantic crimson balls of destruction shot forward extremely fast, as if ignoring the very concept of space and arriving internally close to Thor's body.
However, Thor turned into electricity and appeared before Borr, Mjolnir's Hammer struck Borr squarely in the chest.
"ARGH!!!" Along with the smell of burnt flesh and Borr's pained groan, the God of Destruction's entire rib cage caved in from the hammer's blow. A large amount of blood gushed from his mouth.
Borr's figure looked like a shooting star colliding with a mountain in the background, destroying the entire mountain peak.
In the camp, Loki, who was still transformed into his female form, was eating some grapes while watching the fight between grandfather and grandson with a look of pleasure. He had a good night of sex and watched a good fight, it could be said that he was more than satisfied at that moment.
"What did you think of the play I prepared? I worked very hard," Loki asked with a smile, looking at the extremely tall man beside him, it was Tyr, the God of War.
Ignoring the naked woman before him, Tyr replied in a calm, powerful, yet surprisingly peaceful tone. "They're going to kill each other, that is if the All-Father doesn't arrive at any moment."
Loki showed no surprise and shrugged. Tossing another grape into his mouth, he spoke with a malicious smile on his lips. "The best-case scenario is that they both kill each other, but I'm also satisfied if they both get seriously injured. That will help the Greek Pantheon to recover all the lost territory."
Tyr, who heard everything, looked deeply at Loki.
"This is a dangerous game, Loki." The God of War's voice sounded peaceful, but full of caution. "This is a war between pantheons, no longer a prank of yours. Every meter conquered was conquered with the blood and death of our soldiers."
"Fuck the war, fuck this shitty pantheon, may it burn until not a soul is left." Loki's face took on a frightening and cold expression. "You Aesir consider yourselves the saviors of the universe, but you are nothing more than parasites, destroying it, so don't come talking to me about the fate of the pantheon."
Tyr didn't answer, he looked deeply at Loki and turned to look at the horizon. "It seems he has arrived."
As soon as Tyr spoke, a simply overwhelming pressure swept through the environment, everyone knelt, no one dared to even raise their head to the imposing figure floating in the sky.
Loki smiled and turned into a blue rat, quickly disappearing into the shadows, but Loki's voice still rang in Tyr's ear. "What a shame, my beautiful play won't have the ending I prepared for it."
Thor, who was about to continue fighting and kill Borr, stopped abruptly. He raised his head and his blue eyes stared at the man with the eyepatch above him with an expression of fury.
Mjolnir felt its master's anger and the sound of thunder reverberated through the sky. Black clouds laden with rain and thunder gathered in the sky.
Odin narrowed his eye and stared coldly at his son. He could feel that Thor's mind was a complete mess, the seal he had placed on Thor's mind was fragmented, obviously someone had tried to manipulate Thor and succeeded, even if only partially.
The All-Father appeared before Thor, the God of Thunder attacked without any hesitation. However, with just one hand, he caught the mighty Mjolnir.
"Sleep." Odin said in a cold tone and Thor completely lost consciousness, falling from the sky.
An extremely battered and ashamed figure appeared before Odin, it was his own father, Borr. "He was manipulated by Loki, the trickster spared no effort to create chaos."
Borr's face grew cold at his son's words. He clenched his fists and wanted to tear the half-breed apart at that moment.
"Return and eat some of Idun's apples." Odin commented in a cold tone. Suddenly, he looked at the horizon and felt the Aura of the Greek King of the Gods. It was obvious that with his arrival, the other side had also arrived, showing that Zeus was always watching the battlefield.
Odin didn't want to fight Zeus at that moment and simply retreated, as had Zeus. Neither of them wanted to fight at that moment.
While Loki's theater had failed miserably, Godwyn and Thalia were on a date when he glimpsed three old women knitting on a park bench.
"The three bitches decided to show up? I thought you would hide forever in the filthy hole you call home." Godwyn commented in a tone full of venom, anger, and resentment.
If there was anyone he hated even more than Odin, it was the Norns, who had made him their plaything his entire life.
"He wants to kill us."
"He wants to dismember our bodies and drink our blood."
"He's going to use the spear."
The three voices spoke at the same time while their hands never stopped knitting for a minute.
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Note: My fingers were itching to start a Lord of the Rings fanfic with a Targaryen protagonist. Fortunately, I controlled my insatiable desire to write new things.
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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).
Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.
Game Of Thrones: Son of Zeus