Lea Lannister ve

Mimirsen was set to leave Casterly Rock today. Oberyn had said his goodbyes yesterday, while Jim had to wait for the spear to be completed.

Thinking of summoning Bufrost, Jim had already counted on failing the task, as the weapon which had summoned Bifrost was always made of Uru, be it Gungir, Hofund, or Stormbreaker.

Neither was Uru available here on the planet nor someone had the capabilities to forge if he somehow managed to gain some. So summoning and controlling the Bifrost was a very volatile subject Mimirsen was adamant about taking part in.

At that moment, the gate was knocked of the room Mimirsen was staying in the Lannister castle.

Jim stood up to welcome a young man with a Lannister knight accompanying him. On the back of the said young man was a 2.25 meter-long blade, the spear Jim had contracted to be made from the blacksmith.

"Milord this man claims you have asked this blade to be delivered to you?" The Lannister guard asked.

"Indeed, let me have that." The spear was passed to Jim while he stopped the young man, probably the smith's apprentice as could be noticed from his hands.

"Here" Jim passed a silver coin to the delivery man, who left very happily earning a coin for just a delivery.

Jim sat down on a chain I his vicinity and examined the blade. Quite well made, with the right balance and sharpness, not that the balance would remain the same after the steel loses a fourth of its weight due to its transformation into Valyrian.

Jim touched the tip of the blade and in just a moment, the steel glowed with a luster, before returning to its original look, albeit somewhat different

The moment the weapon is to be named by the ALLFATHER as his weapon, the weapon is to receive its divine hallow, or so was what has been written in the libraries of arms in Asgard.

A good name was required, but none suited the spear. Jim's initial idea was to name it Gungir, nothing original but this world's humans had not heard ofGungir before, so it would have been original. Also, Gungir has been passed from Bor to his son Odin, to be passed to his son Thor but it was not in his destiny to wield the spear.

After lamenting for another five or so minutes, Jim finalized a name for the spear, quite fitting to his own halo.

"Ghilshard"

The spear levitated out of Mimirsen's hand, and various runes and lines began operating upon it and disappearing at the same time. The process continued for some time until the spear had wholely accepted Mimirse's ownership and the while hallow it had been producing came in control, controlling it within itself. [Ghil (Scottish garlic for white) + shard]

*Thud*

On the gate was Tyrion Lannister, with eyes gauged open, sitting on the floor as he fell previously when the spear was shining as sharp as the sun.

'should always close the door before doing things like this.'

"m-Magi-"

~tišina~ (Slovenian for silence)

The voices around Jim came to halt, Tyrion shouted, rather pretended to cry but no voice could've heard, not to him not to Jim, and not to anyone else.

"You should learn to knock when entering someone's room." The 7-year-old Tyrion had a face of 'Are you for real?'

~no tišina~ (I am lazy)

"So what should I do with you heir Lannister?"

"W-What was that? What are you? Why is there light and- and Heir Lannister?"

'Sometimes I wonder if my divinity of Wisdom is wasted upon me, like calling him the heir? This is some next-level fuck ups.'

"Calm down for a minute." Jim pulled down the levitating spear before him, picking up Tyrion and placing him on the bed.

"You will speak of this to no one, and I mean no one, I compel you to do so." A small light shined at the back of Tyrion, unnoticed by him.

"B-But the ligh-"

"And I will be leaving for Winterfell for now, here take this." Mimirsen pulled out a locket from his small pocket, this one having a dragon carved on it, and touched the piece with his left hand.

The locket of silver turned Valyrian, shining before Tyrion whose mouth remained agape.

"This is for you, the price of your silence. Now stand aside I have an infrastructural marvel to bring down."

Tyrion looked at the pocket he had just received and the leaving Mimirsen. Among the two, the 7-year-old child chose the locket to be his point of interest, leaving for outside with a smile and the locket tucked inside near his chest.

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Indefinite Hiatus

have got exams, plus the lack of response baffles me The sole reason for writing this fic was the comments received from my previous ones, but while it's doing outstanding on views, and power stones, I have got negligible interaction. So I am going to ponder on the story about how to improve it, till then it's on a stop.

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