"Well, where is this demigod you boasted of?" Ares grumbled. He had been quite excited to see a Norse demigod in person. The two mythological worlds rarely collided, but when they did battle was inevitable. The Olympians were once again seated in their thrones within the throne room.

"He told me he would think about it. I didn't promise I'd bring him here, couldn't have even if I wanted to." Apollo said.

"Cmon kid, I need you right now. The whole world does in fact." Apollo thought to himself.

"I told you this was a waste of time. We are lucky this stunt of yours didn't annoy the Norse and cause a potential war between us." Athena added.

The sun god rolled his eyes, she could never not be wrong.

Suddenly thunder boomed so loudly over head that all heads turned towards Zeus. Said god was not paying them any attention. Instead he was focused on the hooded figure in the middle of the throne room.

"I believe we will find the answer to our question by speaking with our guest here." Zeus stated, his gaze never leaving the new addition in the room.

A small chuckle could be heard from underneath the hood of the man in the dark blue cloak. "Precisely why I am here Zeus. It's been a while, eons in fact since we last spoke." The man commented.

Zeus's face remained stoic, but his posture said otherwise. His grip on the edge of his throne was so tight small cracks appeared along the edges of it. His knuckles turned as white as snow.

"Yes, it has Odin." Zeus said with some malice in his voice.

The history between the two was legendary. Zeus always boasted of his power among the mythological worlds, but everyone knew the Norse were truly the top dogs. They just didn't go headfirst into war at every given chance. Peace was a more preferred option for them, but when called for they could and would create the bloodiest battles known in history. Their warriors were not only fierce, but savage killers as well.

The bottom half of Odin's face was all that could be seen, and what they saw was a wicked grin.

He pulled back the hood of his cloak to reveal the face of an older man, roughly in his sixties or seventies. His right eye was missing; in its place was a small black hole. If one looked into it long enough they would be almost hypnotized by it and could see images of war. His left eye was a bright pale blue. It gave off the feeling of a icy winter.

He stood at around six foot and held a staff in his right hand. "I suggest we all remain calm if we are to work together in understanding this rising evil." Odin offered.

Zeus was still fuming, but knew the older god was right. Now was not the time for grudges to be brought up.

"I believe your son, Apollo, has asked my grandson to come and aide you." Odin stated.

Apollo nodded his head, but before he could speak his brother beat him to it.

"Yeah but the little punk chickened out and decided not to show." Ares mumbled under his breath, but everyone still heard him.

Odin turned his attention to the God of War. "Is that so?"

Ares suddenly looked as if he wanted to shrink in his chair.

Odin smirked again, "If you had any patience you would know that my grandson is here and ready to accept the offer; if his conditions are met that is."

Zeus's eyes narrowed, "Conditions?"

"Why of course, the last time you met him you tried to kill him. So, for accepting his aid in the coming war you are to agree to his terms. Otherwise we will plan our own course of action without you which will leave you to the mercy of this evil." Odin said as he made eye contact with the youngest son of Kronos.

Zeus clenched his jaw, but nodded. "Very well. We will listen to his conditions and will accept them. If they are reasonable."

"Of course, he will not ask for anything unreasonable or beyond your power to grant. With that I shall leave you all to discuss the terms."

Odin went to turn, but stopped himself. "But Zeus, if any unwarranted harm comes to my grandchild by your hand or anyone else's on your orders then the boy's father will come here himself and deal with you personally." And with that more thunder boomed over head and the All Father was gone.

Almost everyone once again seemed confused at who the boys father could have been, Odin had a few children and any of them could have had offspring. Zeus and the others involved in the history of this demigod knew exactly who boys father was though.

Thor was not known for his patience and understanding. If anything his temper was worse than the combination of Zeus and Ares, both of whom were known for their legendary rage. Thor was on another level though. His power and thirst for battle only served to fuel him when seeking out vengeance and this was especially known by any who attempted to harm his family. He, like any other immortal, was not know for being the best of parents, but he did do more than most. He rarely ever had children, but when he did they were his most prized possessions. As for demigod children, Percy was the first of his kind. Lady Sif had most certainly not been amused by her husbands affair with a mortal and thus was a large reason as to why he was not able to be with the boy more.

"So, where is he then?" Athena asked. The Norse gods warning left even her icy heart shaken.

As if on command the throne room doors were pushed open and in walked Percy Jackson. He walked with confidence, much more than most non immortals who entered without technically being invited in by Zeus. Tradition was to bow before the Olympians, but that was not Percy's style, especially with his history with a few of them.

"Ask and you shall receive." Percy announced as he spread his arms out.

Zeus was beginning to fume again, this demigod had not bowed let alone eve acknowledged him while also acting as a child. Hermes and Apollo did their best to hide their chuckles, but it wasn't much use. Even the normally stoic god Poseidon cracked a smile at the sight.

"You did not bow when you entered my throne room." Zeus commented.

Percy dropped his hands by his side, his head cocking to the right as he did as if he was confused. "I bow only to my father and grand father when asked to. They have my respect as powerful Nordic gods. You, do not." He replied, throwing more salt onto the wound.

Zeus's left eye twitched, his anger rapidly building. Poseidon noticed his brothers anger and reacted quickly to defuse the situation the best he could. "Perhaps we go ahead and start discussing the conditions you have for us. That way we can get moving on with the real issue at hand."

Zeus's sense seemed to return to him a little as he remembered Odin's warning. No matter how much he wouldn't admit it to anyone he knew deep down that Odin would rip him apart and remove him from existing.

"Yes, perhaps you are correct brother." Zeus said after another minute of silence. All eyes were on him, waiting for the minute he would explode.

Percy eyed each and every god in front of him carefully. He had some leeway to be his normal joking self, but there was a limit to what he could get away with. Zeus was already prepared to smite him if he got his way.

"Right, I have three conditions for me helping you in this coming war. Firstly, I need a cabin built at your camp for my father." He started, but was soon cut off by a goddess.

"You have some nerve to ask for something like that. Is it not enough my husband has agreed to this arrangement, but now you turn and use it to figuratively slap him in the face with it!" Hera growled.

Percy was surprised, he wasn't quite expecting her to lash out at him. Then he remembered she liked everything to be perfect; a Norse building in their camp for Greek and Roman demigods would almost be like a sore thumb sticking out. Even if she never actually visited the camp herself, she still deemed it as apart of her reign.

"Enough, that is not a remarkable request. It shall be done. Move on," Zeus urged. The King of Olympus was on the opposite side of things from his wife. A mere cabin being built in the camp meant nothing to him.

"Second, I shall be granted leadership over the armies of Olympus as a whole. And I mean demigods and immortals alike. I can not do my job very well if no one listens to me. This is war, I do not have time for petty squabbles to get in the way of winning. I am not asking for power over any of you, but for training and mission coordination I need to be in charge."

Zeus seemed to ponder this for a minute, "It is done, you shall lead our armies into battle, send our children on quests, and be in charge of our immortal armies no matter whose domain they fall under."

"I refuse."

"Another goddess not liking being told she had to comply with rules." Percy thought to himself.

Artemis's face was starting to turn red and she had leaned forward in her throne. Much like her father she had cracked the arm rests of her throne in her anger. "My hunters will not follow any man." She growled.

Percy rolled his eyes," I care not for your sexist bullshit. This is war and I have no time for it. Your hunters can continue doing as they please, but when I say they are needed or something then they will do it." He argued back.

The goddess's face had almost contorted into something of extreme rage, but was quickly shut down by her father.

"Enough!" Zeus shouted. These petty refusals are something we do not have time for. I am your king and I have deemed his request just. Now silence!"

Artemis glared at Percy and huffed before leaning back into her throne having accepted she would not win this battle.

Percy didn't smile, smirk, or laugh. Once again he just nodded his head and continued. He truly did not need to deal with the petty squabbles of Olympus. They would only get in his way and get him killed, and he had zero intention of dying this young.

"I am to remind you of everything you have just said as well as everything you were told by my grandfather, Zeus." Percy stated, his eyes staring directly into Zeus's

The King of the Gods narrowed his eyes, knowing he was not going to like this next and last request. The rest of the Olympians all leaned forward in their thrones in anticipation. The anger from Hera and Artemis had quickly vanished only to be replaced with pure curiosity as to what the Norse demigod would say next.

"I want an apology for trying to kill me the last time we met, Zeus." Percy stated before all hell broke loose.

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"Well that was an eventful meeting." Percy muttered as he approached the hill leading into Camp Olympus. Zeus had almost immediately exploded at his request for an apology and damn near went to smite him out of existence. Lightning cracked and thunder boomed, almost shaking the throne room. Percy had actually been impressed by the sky gods power for a moment. Thankfully his grandfathers warning and the help of Poseidon, once again, he kept himself under control.

Percy couldn't contain himself as he let out a chuckle thinking back on Zeus's extremely formal apology. He had tried his best to make sure Percy knew he did not actually mean it. And of course the rest of the gods looked on in awe at the demigod who had managed to get Zeus to apologize for something, even his wife had never been able to accomplish that feat before.

As funny as he thought the whole thing was he would need to tread a bit more carefully around Zeus. He had his fun, but now he needed to get serious. After the excitement had calmed down on Olympus he had warned the gods that he would occasionally need to put their children in their place and that they needed to stay out of it. He assured them he would not kill anyone, but there would for sure be injuries to ensure that their children knew who was in charge. Demigods are prideful creatures and do not like taking orders from those who are not gods themselves. His warning was mainly directed at Zeus who would have surely seen this as an attack before this day.

A horn sounded off three times in the distance. He had been told that this would most likely happen and that he needed to be prepared for them to attack him on site as none of the demigods knew who he was. They did mention that the camp teacher, Chiron, would be helpful in explaining the situation to them. However; Zeus's son Dionysus would be a bit like his father.

Percy reached the top of the hill just in time to see what lay beyond. He could see the cabins of the gods, the dining pavilion, amphitheater, and all of the other places he had heard about from his times hanging out with Apollo in the past. The god had actually given him a pretty accurate layout of the place, which was pretty impressive since most of their time in the past had been spent drinking enough alcohol to kill a mammoth and then some.

He actually admired the architecture, admittedly impressed. He may not exactly be one of them, but he could still appreciate another's creative ability.

His focus was interrupted when an arrow flew past a mere inch in front of his face and stuck into the tree to his right. He turned his attention back to where the horn had sounded off only to see about a dozen demigods in full greek battle armor quickly approaching him. They were of various ages, the youngest looking about twelve and the oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The rest were in the middle somewhere.

"I suppose it isn't too early for a lesson in combat then." He muttered before slowly walking towards his attackers. True, they outnumbered him by a great deal, but from what he had heard and what he was currently seeing their skills were drastically outmatched by his. Their formation was sloppy to say the least. These were not the children of Ares, or Mars, for sure. He knew they at least understood battle formations and how to properly engage an unknown opponent in combat.

The first of the twelve demigods reached him, a kid that seemed no older than fifteen wielded a sword in his right hand and shield in his left. Without even taking the time to question why Percy was not carrying a weapon the kid swung his sword through the air as if he was planning on decapitating him.

"Slow and sloppy" Percy said as he ducked underneath the swing and stepped to the kids right. A swift strike of his hand to the side of the kid's neck and he was instantly unconscious. Kids two and three both wielded only swords and tried their best to take him down together, but it was ultimately useless. The one on the left jabbed toward his midsection, but the son of Thor simply spun out of the way to the kids left. This left the other unable to attack as his comrade was now in his way which blocked him from striking. Percy kicked the kid in the chest which took the wind out of him as he was left gasping for breath and pushed him into his comrade. The third one didn't even have time as Percy had grabbed the shield of the very first kid and hit him in the face with it. the kid was out cold before he even hit the ground. No doubt he now had a concussion.

The remaining nine slowed their approach and eyed Percy more cautiously. It was obvious they were out of their league with this guy. Another approached him, spear in hand, and swung in a wide arc. Percy was forced to step back so as not to have his abdomen cut open. Just as he was about to recover the same kid quickly pulled back and jabbed. Normally this would have been a good move, but Percy was much faster than this guy. He stepped to the left and grabbed the spear with his right hand and pushed forward. The kid lost his balance and ended up on his back where Percy quickly kicked him in the face which also broke his nose.

Number five tried to step up, but Percy cracked her upside the head with the butt of the spear. Another one unconscious and left with a concussion. The remaining seven looked between one another unsure of what their next move should be. This was guy was quite obviously far more skilled than them and they knew it. Attacking now would only leave them in the same shape as their friends.

Three more blasts from that horn went off and not long after a few hundred demigods were charging their way up the hill towards the little scuffle. Percy smiled, maybe today he could make history. He had taken out five demigods without even drawing his own weapon. He wasn't sure whether he should be happy or discouraged from this little skirmish. The lack of skill they demonstrated made him a bit uneasy for the future conflict.

The small army of demigods made their way up the hill being led by one individual. A female; she seemed to carry herself in a way that suggested she was much more skilled than most of these demigods here. Her looks made him think they were close in age.

"Looks like I shall actually be challenged a bit today." Percy muttered to himself. The other seven had slowly backed away towards their friends coming to help them, dragging their injured along with them.

Once they were safe behind the small army the leader walked forward by herself. She stood at an impressive height for most women, five foot eight if he had to guess. her hair was a shiny black worn in a single braid with. Her skin was a light brown color; he guess she was of hispanic descent.

"Want a real fight?" She asked. No question as to who he was or what he was doing there. Percy loved that, straight to the real questions.

"I would, but doesn't seem I will be getting that here today. Your lot seems drastically inferior to what can challenge me." He stated, trying to see if he could get a rise out of her.

To his surprise she didn't seem to budge at his joke. It kind of disappointed him, but oh well. "Remaining stoic I see, respectable." He added.

She carried a single double edged, Roman, styled sword. It was simple; nothing special about it, but Percy could tell that it didn't matter what weapon she used because she would be a challenge nonetheless. Her amor also matched her weapon of choice. A small tattoo on her arm caught his attention. The letters SPQR with a crossed sword and torch were tattooed on there along with ten bars which represented time in service for the Romans.

"You must be someone of importance to have that tattoo on your arm." He commented.

Still no response, it was starting to get a little annoying at this point. He nodded his head which showed he understood her even if no words were said.

Percy started getting mentally prepared, he knew from the way she acted that this would be no easy fight. Her tattoo was only proof that she was at least good enough to best any Roman in this camp and was probably much better than that estimation. The time of service as a praetor supported his theory.

"Well, may I at least get your name?" He asked, surely she wouldn't be that serious about this. She seemed to ponder that question for a minute before seemingly agreeing with a head nod.

"My name is Reyna, daughter of Bellona, and Praetor of the Twelfth Legion." 

A/N

This is fun getting back into this, although I may need to go back and read both series again for me to remember some stuff. Over here looking up shit to double check I am not getting the basics wrong. Also my goal is to try and get about 1 chapter out every week. 2 at most but not likely.