"Brok, let's go somewhere more private." Godwyn said, looking at the surroundings deserted of people. Even though it was unlikely that they would encounter dwarves or Odin's forces on this planet, he still didn't want to risk it. The more hidden the conspiracy was, the more deadly the blow to Odin would be.
Brok looked at the boy and nodded. However, before he left, he looked at the girl next to Godwyn with a slightly curious look. "Who's that brat?"
Thalia didn't hide her displeasure at being called a brat. "That brat can stick a spear up your blue ass." She said with a fierce sound and deftly moved the spear in her hands, looking at the dwarf with a piercing gaze.
"HAHAHA!" Brok wasn't angry at Thalia's words, he looked at Godwyn and said. "I like that girl, she's better than that Valkyria."
Brok's words made Thalia narrow her eyes, she looked at Godwyn with a thoughtful look. Could she imagine that the Valkyria was Godwyn's ex-girlfriend? It made her feel a great invisible crisis. Even though she didn't know Valkyria, she already disliked the woman.
Godwyn rolled his eyes and didn't comment, but the image of Valkyria appeared in his mind. That woman had always had a special place in his heart. After all, she was his first woman, and no man ever forgets that.
"But, let's go." As soon as Brok said this, it seemed as if everything around him was being erased by an eraser, and in an instant, everyone disappeared, including Brok's store.
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Kingdom Between Kingdoms.
When Thalia and Godwyn blinked, they saw that their surroundings had changed dramatically. In front of them was a large tree, majestic with an icy appearance and shades of white, blue and gray. Inside this beautiful tree, a house could be seen made of brown wood and gold details.
"How beautiful." Thalia murmured softly, she had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The whole surrounding space looked like the beautiful work of a god.
Godwyn nodded in agreement with Thalia's words, and at the same time, a feeling of majesty, life and gentleness emanated from the tree.
This was Yggdrasil, the tree that supported the nine worlds with its branches.
Suddenly, under everyone's eyes, a branch of the tree began to move, approached Godwyn and rubbed the Nordic demigod's face, like a mother raising her child after a long time.
Even Brok showed a shocked expression at the scene before him. This wasn't just any tree, it was fucking Yggdrasil! The tree that was worshipped by trillions of Nordic beings, the lifeblood of the entire pantheon.
To see Yggdrasil acting so intimately and kindly towards someone was shocking, to say the least.
Unlike everyone else, Godwyn just smiled and let the tree branch rub against his face. Only he knew that Yggdrasil was not just a tree that supported the nine worlds, it also had a soul and, like any being, it had thoughts and desires.
Two years ago, when he fought Nidhogg, Godwyn discovered this and spent some time talking to Yggdrasil, perhaps he was the only being in the Norse pantheon to talk to Yggdrasil and treat her like a real being.
"She's saying, welcome back." Godwyn said with a laugh as he kissed the leaf of the branch.
"You never cease to amaze me, boy." Brok said with a tone still shocked by the scene before him. To tell the truth, if the dwarves had known that he was friends with Godwyn, Odin's son, he might have been expelled from the clan and never allowed to return to his home planet.
However, becoming friends with Godwyn was not in Brok's plans, but it happened nonetheless. The boy had an aura around him that could make you trust him unconditionally. Even though he was the son of the dwarves' mortal enemy, he still became friends with this golden bastard.
"What do you want, boy?" Brok asked after a cold grumble. He knew that Godwyn coming was even risky, especially at this moment. What the demigod wanted wasn't easy or simple.
Knowing that Godwyn was about to start a serious conversation, the Yggdrasil branch retreated and became a normal branch again.
Looking at the blue dwarf, Godwyn spoke calmly. "I want you to forge a spear capable of rivaling Gungnir."
As soon as Godwyn's words rang out, Brok's eyes widened and he cursed loudly.
"Fuck, you think I'm a miracle worker!"
"Do you have any idea what Gungnir is?"
"The Spear of Destiny was made from the spine of Ymir, the tip of the spear was made from the horn of Surtur, the handle was made from the scales of a dragon, even the runes on the spear were written in the blood of the strongest beings in the pantheon."
Godwyn remained indifferent to Brok's words, he just looked at the blue dwarf with unconditional confidence, as if he firmly believed that he could make such a powerful weapon.
Seeing that look, Brok wanted to roar furiously, to curse the boy to his last generation, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to be angry with Godwyn.
"Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!" Brok cursed in the loudest voice he could muster.
"Fuck!!!, I'm going to make the spear that pierced that one-eyed bastard's heart!!!" He said with a tone full of anger and bad humor, but there was a joy and determination in his gaze.
What could make a blacksmith happier? Of course it's forging an unparalleled weapon!
"Kid, the materials to make such a weapon are not simple, especially the body of the spear which needs to withstand all the power of the rest of the materials and runes." Brok said, looking at Godwyn with a deep gaze.
The Norse demigod just smiled and took three items from the silver horn at his waist.
Brok's eyes narrowed at the sight of the three items. A dragon's skin, teeth and a horn.
Touching the multicolored scales, Brok muttered. "The scales of the most powerful and cruel dragon our pantheon has ever seen. Nidhogg, Devourer of Worlds."
Yes, the items Godwyn had taken were his spoils from the fight against Nidhogg.
"You have the handle and tip of the spear, the main body of the spear is missing." Brok said with a solemn tone. Although the materials of Nidhogg's body were extraordinary, the body of the spear should also be equally extraordinary.
Godwyn didn't reply and turned his gaze to the icy tree in front of him. He approached and spoke in a calm tone: "Yggdrasil, can I have a branch of yours?"
As Godwyn spoke, a humanoid rat appeared on his shoulder. The squirrel was wearing an eye patch and looked rather angry at Godwyn's request.
"Master Godwyn, do you know what you're asking for? Yggdrasil can't take any more damage or things will get even more complicated." Ratatoskr said with a helpless tone, but with a touch of anger.
Godwyn didn't reply, his eyes focused entirely on the blue and white tree. He knew more than anyone what the state of Yggdrasil was, but no other material would do for the Spear that would pierce Odin's heart.
Under the incredulous and horrified eyes of Brok and Ratatoskr, a branch the size of two meters detached itself from the main body of the tree and floated into the air, falling gently onto Godwyn's hand.
The moment this happened, the whole of Yggdrasil shuddered, but it wasn't just a slight shudder, all the branches shook violently. Such a movement actually moved the entire Nine Realms.
Mountains collapsed, the earth shook, the Fimbulwinter seemed to accelerate even more, freezing entire worlds.
Ratatoskr quickly moved, using his magic to stabilize Yggdrasil, which worked, because the tree stopped shaking.
Showing Yggdrasil an apologetic look, Godwyn looked at Brok and spoke with a determined tone. "You already have the materials, let's start making the most powerful weapon this pantheon has ever seen before."
"I'll call my idiot brother, I'll let you know when it's ready." Holding the branch of the world tree, Brok looked solemn and promised with a determined tone.
"I promise I'll forge your spear. Even if my blood dries and my body crumbles, you will have the spear in your hands." Sacrifices were being used by everyone, including the World Tree. Everyone wanted Odin dead and he was no different.
"I believe you." Godwyn replied with a confident look.
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