Odin was looking to the horizon. He was worried. Times were changing. The war on the giants had calmed down for now, but he knew it would not last. A new treat had emerged. A threat of another world. The realm of Zeus had already fallen. Even the powerful Jupiter. A new emperor was coming. He had a son. Together they had become more powerful than any other gods.
He saw his two ravens coming home. He already knew they had bad news.
In the lands of men the war had been going on for centuries. His realm among them was small now, just some fjords in the north.
They came in through Jotunheimen, the home of giants. The giants fled. Fenrir broke loose. In the loss of their home the giants pushed towards Valhalla. An army of giants and monsters were arriving. They knew not that there was no escape.
Odin heard the horn of Heimdall, Gjallarhorn. The end was coming. Ragnarok. But it would not be as it was foretold. It was not the end of the world. It was the end of the northern faith.
The Aesir, the Norse gods, prepared themselves for war. Men and gods together lined up at the gates of Asgard. The giants came crossing the bridge.
Let them come! Roared Thor with thunder in his voice. I’m ready!
He lifted his hammer, threw it. Killed hundreds of giants a throw. The Serpent of Midgard attacked. The fight lasted for ages. God versus beast. The entire world trembled until they both fell dead to the ground. The giants invaded Odin’s kingdom.
The gods fought bravely. Odin slayed giants. Heaps of them. Thousands. They could have won. Then Fenrir appeared.
A fierce beast, rampaging everything in it’s way, gods and giants alike. Odin lifted his sword and ran towards it, knowing it would be his end. The great warrior Tyr threw himself at it. Die, beast! He shouted. He was slain. Odin attacked. Struck two times before the beast devoured him and continued the destruction. Vidar, son of Odin, had seen his father fall. He was half giant, and had the strong sides of both his kin. He kicked Fenrir in the jaw, broke it. He killed it with his sword, but Valhalla had already fallen.
The new regime swiped in with an army of winged creatures. They destroyed everything. Giants. Gods. Dimensions.
To the underworld the Aesir were condemned. They had lost, but one day, some day the gods of Asgard will rise again.