Arrival at Nidavellir
The Bifrost faded.
Heat replaced light.
The air of Nidavellir roared with molten rivers, anvils ringing like thunder, and the scent of ancient metal.
Alexander stepped forward calmly.
The dwarves paused.
Silver-platinum hair.
Molten gold eyes ringed in silver.
Too young.
Too composed.
Eitri approached, arms crossed, massive even among dwarves.
"So," Eitri rumbled, "this is Odin's youngest."
Alexander bowed respectfully.
"Alexander Ashborn Odinson," he said.
"I wish to learn blacksmithing."
Eitri snorted. "Learning takes decades."
Alexander nodded. "Then I will learn decades' worth."
The First Month — Observation
Eitri did not hand Alexander a hammer.
He gave him nothing.
"Watch," Eitri said.
So Alexander watched.
Molten uru flow.
Rune layering.
Heat control.
Balance between magic and metal.
At night—
Raphael, Lord of Wisdom worked silently.
Analyzing:
Dwarven forging patterns Heat thresholds Rune compression techniques Authority-compatible metallurgy
Alexander never spoke unless spoken to.
The dwarves noticed.
The First Hammer Strike
One month later.
Eitri finally handed him a hammer.
"Strike."
Alexander adjusted his stance.
Clang.
Perfect resonance.
The forge sang.
Dwarves froze.
Eitri's eyes narrowed.
"…Again."
Alexander struck.
The metal responded—not resisting, not breaking.
Listening.
Eitri exhaled slowly.
"Interesting."
A Year of Mastery
Time passed differently in Nidavellir.
Within one year, Alexander learned what most dwarves took decades to grasp:
Uru alloy blending Adamantium reinforcement Rune-inscribed authority channels Heat cycling without metal fatigue Conceptual compatibility forging
He didn't rush.
He didn't waste metal.
Every strike had intent.
The dwarves stopped calling him boy.
They began calling him Forge-Prince.
The Three Works
1️⃣ Night Sky Sword
Black as void.
Forged with:
Adamantium core Abyss-tuned water authority channels Dark-element resonance
Abilities:
Cuts space cleanly Absorbs ambient light Stabilizes Alexander's Phoenix flames
When completed—
The forge lights dimmed.
Eitri whispered, "…That sword devours the dark without becoming it."
2️⃣ Blue Rose Sword
Brilliant silver-blue.
Forged with:
Ice-aligned uru Water authority compression Rune-stabilized cold preservation
Abilities:
Absolute freeze without brittleness Energy preservation instead of shattering Perfect control over thermal exchange
When Alexander finished—
Frost spread across the forge floor.
But nothing cracked.
Eitri laughed.
"A blade that freezes without destroying… magnificent!"
3️⃣ Vortex Vanquisher
The final work.
A spear.
Golden shaft, obsidian accents, runes spiraling like flowing currents.
Forged with:
Pure uru Adamantium reinforcement Abyssal Sea authority channels Phoenix-fire resistance layering
Core Principles:
Flow over force Authority over strength Balance between fire and water
Abilities:
Amplifies spear mastery exponentially Converts momentum into divine impact Channels Leviathan's Abyssal Sea Resists Phoenix backlash completely
When Alexander completed it—
The forge bowed.
Molten metal stilled.
The dwarves dropped to one knee.
Eitri removed his gauntlets.
"This," he said solemnly,
"is not a weapon."
"It is a declaration."
The Dwarves' Pride
The entire forge gathered.
Decades of masters staring at three weapons made by a child in a single year.
One dwarf muttered, "We spent lifetimes learning this…"
Eitri placed a massive hand on Alexander's shoulder.
"You learned in a year what took us generations," he said.
"And you did it without arrogance."
He raised his voice.
"Remember this day."
"This forge recognizes Alexander Ashborn Odinson as one of its own."
The dwarves roared approval.
Closing Scene
Alexander bowed deeply.
"I learned because you taught me."
Eitri smiled—a rare, proud thing.
"And we taught you," he said,
"because you listened."
The three weapons rested behind Alexander.
Night.
Ice.
Vortex.
Forged not by ambition—
But by understanding.