Chapter-2 Borr, The King of Asgard.

Chapter-2 Borr, The King of Asgard.

The royal palace, throne hall.

When the golden doors opened, Merric and Odin entered the throne hall.

They walked down to the golden throne, where they knelt with their heads down.

"We returned, father." X2 Odin and Merric spoke at the same time.

"Lift your head and let me see your faces." Sitting on the golden throne, the man in his thirties spoke calmly.

His hair was white as milk and his eyes were deep blue. Wearing golden armor, he exuded a majestic and inviolable aura

This was Borr, the current king of Asgard. Odin and Merric's father.

"We have failed in the mission given to us." Odin raised his head and said in a heavy voice.

"Where did you fail? I said, win the war, you won, I don't see where you failed." Borr rested his arm on the throne and said slowly, his deep blue eyes looked at Odin and Merric with a questioning look.

Even not releasing his aura, Borr's simple look made Merric and Odin find it difficult to breathe.

"But!" When Odin was about to speak. Borr interrupted him.

"Enough!"

"I am happy to see you care about the lives of our people, but this is a war, deaths are normal in a war. So you should not be sad but determined, because you carry the souls of the brave warriors killed on your shoulders.

That remorse within you is dishonoring all those souls who have entrusted your lives to you. "Borr spoke kindly, advising his eldest son. He was happy that his son was saddened by the death of the warriors, but if that continues, how could Odin be a King? Is a king afraid of losing the soldiers' lives? He never saw heard something as outrageous as that.

"Odin, you can go back and think about it seriously. Merric, you stay." Borr told Odin who got up from the floor and bowed to Borr again. When Merric was about to go out with Odin, Borr stopped him.

Merric lifted his head and looked at Borr in confusion.

"Do you want to be king of Asgard?"

Borr on top of the throne, he asked so abruptly that Merric was confused for a while.

"What?" Merric thought he was hearing things.

"Do you want to be king of Asgard?" Borr asked again.

After confirming the seriousness of the situation, Merric was silent. Be the king of Asgard? It was a lie if he said he was not interested in it, but he knew that he was not fit for the job.

Unlike Odin who will be everyone's future father, Merric likes to be quiet in a corner in silence, he was never a person with greed for power, even though he lived two lives, that hasn't changed.

"No. Odin is more suited to being king of Asgard." After being silent for a while, Merric spoke with a smile to Borr, his green eyes reflected only a desire, to be free.

Seeing Merric's pure, adventurous eyes, Borr shook his head and showed a helpless smile.

"You can withdraw, Merric," Borr spoke, letting out a helpless sigh.

He has two children, Odin, the oldest, and Merric, the second. The first is wise, but he is very emotional, but he has the charm necessary to be a king. As for the second, he is cooler and more realistic, has the aura and firm pulse of a king, but does not like the idea of ​​owning the throne.

"Blesta, you gave birth to very troubled children." Stroking his forehead, Borr whispered to himself with a helpless look.

"They were not done alone." Hearing the warm, warm whisper behind him, Borr turned and saw a woman wearing a war skirt and silver female armor. At the waist, a sword shone with cold light.

The woman had long curly blond hair and the same pale blue eyes as Odin.

Bestla, queen mother of Asgard, and mother of Odin and Merric.

"Did you hear everything?" Borr asked as he made Bestla sit on his lap.

Yes, Odin was like that because of you, you should have given him a harder and more rigid training. "Bestla said, wrapping her arms around Borr's neck.

Upon hearing his wife's harsh and cruel words, a sad smile appeared on Borr's handsome face.

"What do you think of Merric?" Trying to avoid the subject, Borr asked Bestla who answered without hesitation.

"A natural king, only free personality is a problem, but with a few beatings, we can have a king ready to ascend to the throne at any time," Bestla spoke without hesitation, a cold smile appeared on his elegant, sharp face.

Borr's smile was hard with the words of his wife, he felt sorry for his youngest son but still said: "If Odin doesn't prove himself worthy before the age of one hundred, Merric will be the crown prince and future king of Asgard. "

"Well, but now we have more important matters ... you haven't touched me in two days," Bestla spoke, removing her armor, a sensual smile appeared on her tempting red lips.

"Blame me for being a busy god," Borr replied with a mocking smile as his golden armor disappeared from his body.

"You just sit on the throne…" Blesta said, kissing Borr fiercely.

Soon some strange noises echoed in the throne room, the guards outside the throne room, closed their eyes and pretended that nothing was happening.

Omitting a thousand words here ...

…

In the bathroom, Odin and Merric were bathing in the pool of boiling water.

Seeing Odin's heavy face, Merric slapped him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, are you still upset about the warriors' deaths?"

Odin said nothing and nodded in silence, he was in no mood to talk.

"Brother, why don't you create an afterlife? All the brave warriors who died bravely on the battlefield, lived after death in a place more suitable for a warrior?" Although it's just a few words, but for Odin, it was like seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

Unconsciously, a whisper escaped his mouth: "Valhalla."

Hearing Odin's whisper, Merric smiled. Although it is only an idea now, in the future Valhalla will shine with all its glory.