Nidavellir

The ships came to a sudden stop, the door opening with a mechanical whoosh as Aerion Odinson walked through the door, awkwardly lugging the giant sword of Radahn behind him carefully avoiding cutting someone on its surprisingly sharp edge. 

A Dwarf approached him cautiously as he eyed the weapons precariously balanced on his shoulder, the golden hilt held in his right hand. 

"My Prince" the dwarf nodded in respect to him, something Aerion returned, however quickly noticing the dwarf eye the sword in confusion.

"You are?" Aerion asked with a smile on his face, he was happy to be out of that damned ship. 

The dwarf jolted, knocked out of his thoughts about the large weapon. "I am Gloin" the tall being said awkwardly as he looked away from the Princes bright yellow gaze. 

"Gloin" the Prince nodded "I'll remember it, now can I ask for your opinion Gloin?" The dwarfs' widened eyes expressed his slight shock and prevalent confusion as he slowly nodded.

"Who would you say the best smith among you is?" He asked with his eyes focused on the man, his brow furrowed as he seemed to think before speaking.

"Durin, though I would say Nori is not far behind and is usually better with runes" the dwarf said as he contemplated the matter. 

Aerion smiled at the dwarf "Thank you Gloin" he said as he walked away and towards a new dwarf.

He continued to ask almost thirty different dwarfs, he made sure to be nice and made sure to remember the men's names, it wouldn't hurt having friends on Nidavellir.

But it seemed the majority of dwarfs seemed to believe Durin was the best smith, though he was usually quite a bit pricier than the others. 

So he asked for the location of the man's forge and quickly made his way there. 

The mine cart journey was far longer than the last time he was here, the tracks only bringing him deeper into the ground.

Eventually he came to a quiet forge, the forge was extensively decorated with weapons, bones that seemed from a small dragon were on a wall above a large battle axe.

"Who are you?" A gruff voice said from the very far corner of the forge, the shadows for a moment receding and revealing his scarred visage.

A large scar ram through his face, a large slash of some kind that stretched from bottom lip to right brow. 

"Prince Aerion Odinson" he said as he took more steps into the forge, being careful with the gigantic blade on his shoulder. 

Durin grimaced as he saw the sword, his natural curiosity quickly overwhelming him. His 11 foot tall frame raised from the rickety chair and walked over, his steps clanging as his boots smacked against the vented metal floor below, 

"You aren't swinging that about are you" Durin asked in almost disgust as he eyed the proportions, "far too large for you" he said almost to himself as he tutted as he dawdled around to view the blade from the side.

His eyes widened in surprise and confusion at the golden runes lined alongside the black blade. "What runes are these?" Durin asked.

"I have not got a clue, but the wielder used some very potent gravity magic" Aerion said as he dropped the heavy sword onto the table below, allowing the craftsman better access.

The smith hummed as his eyes slid off the blade onto the Prince "What are you here for then?" He asked bluntly, his amber coloured eyes curious.

"For a weapon" Aerion said as he conjured his spear and placed it upon the table next to the giant black blade. "Same shape and length preferably"

The dwarf hummed once more as he eyed the blade "So you want me to add aspects of the sword into a spear for you?" He asked.

Aerion hummed "I'm afraid it's a bit more than that" those words caught the dwarfs attention "I wish to transfer some of the runes over so I can add aspects of the gravity magic to my flames" he said as lined out his ideas. 

The dwarf blinked "Your flames?" He asked.

"I'm the God of Fire" Aerion said bluntly, the dwarf quickly nodding like this was a daily occurrence. "But, I'm afraid I also have another request, I want to be able to channel magic easier through the spear, especially dragon magics" 

"You know dragon magics?" The dwarf said as he eyed the young Asgardian who nodded in response, the dwarf did look rather impressed with that. "So what, you want a Mjolnir of your own?" He absentmindedly asked as he sketched the runes from the sword into a notepad. 

"I'm afraid it won't be that strong" Aerion responded quite stupidly. "I mean Mjölnir is on a different level of power" he said with a chuckle that petered off as he met the eyes of the famous dwarf.

The dwarf scowled "What else do you want on the damned spear" he said challengingly as he stared at Aerion. 

"Well, I'm uh not entirely sure" he said awkwardly as the dwarfs intense gaze was frankly weird. 

"Come back when you have a list of things you want on this spear" The dwarf snapped as his fists clenched "Then we will work together" he said as he finished copying off the runes on the great sword. 

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HELP ME! WHAT SHOULD I PUT ON THIS DAMN SPEAR!!!!

Please make it thematically matching with Aerion, not just like super intelligence or something yknow?

Because I'm all out of ideas 😔

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