Suicide Mission

Upon arrival, I saw the great hall with several tables and 100 doors surrounding it. All the Gods, Einherjar, and Thanes were sitting. Odin saw me enter with eyes that did not show any feelings for anyone; there was only fury. "Brat, this is your 10th appointment. You will go on a hunt," Odin said, to which I looked at him with my coldest gaze.

"What monsters?" I said with a cold, almost indifferent voice.

"Wolves that serve Fenris and frost giants. Now, go away and don't come back until you're done," he said, throwing a paper that marked Alaska Tongass National Forest. Erik saw it; he knew that Odin sent him to his death. He turned and left, and upon reaching the door, Gunilla began to laugh.

"The bastard will die. It was time," Gunilla said, to which my hand squeezed the knob almost destroying it with force. I breathed, holding myself, and went to my room. Audhild saw me arrive upset.

"My lord is back. He wasn't invited to the party," she said, to which I shook my head.

"No, it was to send me to what is probably my death," I said, showing the map and spreading it on the table. She examined it and squawked.

"My lord, do you know what lives in that forest?" She said with fear. She knew it was that place, everyone knew it. It was marked as a no-go zone; lots of idiots who went had already died.

"Yes, Hati and Sköll, the sons of Fenrir, and a dozen giant cannibals. I remember the quest log," I said, to which Rune went down.

"He can't win; he's not an Einherjar, he doesn't have weapons, and he only has a divinity that, no matter how much the war is, he's not 100%," he said seriously.

"You think I don't know? I know it's a mission for me to die," I said angrily. Rune shuddered, and his feathers ruffled.

"Sir, there is one way, only one way for you to have a chance of surviving them," Rune said, standing on top of the map.

"If it's escaping, I won't do it. If I die, I'll die fighting. I won't give them the pleasure of insulting my mother," I said sternly. It was my family's fatal flaw, and Audhild had told me.

"No, my lord, you have to activate your other divinities. You have to go to the roots of Yggdrasil," Rune said, looking at me.

"The Well of Knowledge? You want me to drink its water? Do you know how many sacrificed eyes for it, and it never gives it?" I said, looking at him, to which he nodded.

"Let's say it works. I take it, I still can't fight, I don't have a weapon, and I don't know magic. Not to mention that if that dreg works, it never gave anything to anyone again. It's a fool's trap," I said, looking at him.

"The chest that Hela gave you and the trunk of Yggdrasil," Rune said. I turned in the direction of the bed, the small metal chest, and the trunk.

"What do you have?" I said, looking at him.

"Its contents can forge a weapon. You just have to go to Nidavellir, when you come up from the well," Rune said, to which I thought and took the chest without opening it.

"Okay, I'll trust you this time. Lie to me, and you'll see that even dead, I'll go for you," I said, while I kept the piggy bank that had my money in the old backpack with some cookies and the old boot with water.

I left the hotel and went to the Bifrost, where Heimdall was playing in an arcade until he saw me arrive.

"First mission, Erik?" He said, seeing how I was dressed as a normal human.

"If I need to go to one side," I said, looking at him. I was waiting for Odin to give the order for me to go on foot, but it was worth trying.

"Father told me you couldn't ride the Bifrost, but you know I'm not feeling well today, and I'll be in bed," he said, indicating that I follow him.

"So where is the mission?" He said, looking at me seriously.

"First to the roots of Yggdrasil," I said with him looking at me with fear.

"Erik, if your plan is to take that thing, it won't work since nobody got anything like that," Heimdall said almost in a whisper.

"I know, but it's the only way out I have and plan. He wants me dead all the same; I noticed it in these 5 years," Erik said, making Heimdall look at him sadly. He went inside his house and brought something.

"Here, Erik, it's a ring that will allow you to store things. It's the only thing I can give you, and be careful," he said, activating the Bifrost to the Mimir well, the rainbow shone, and Erik disappeared.

Erik had reached the roots of Yggdrasil. In front of him, there was a stop with some trees and a large pond.

"He has to get to the shore and find Mimir," Rune said, and I began to walk while I kept the things in the ring, leaving only the backpack. I walked for 20 or 30 minutes until I reached the shore and a large tree that had Mimir's body but not his head.

"Well, I found it, but not everything," I said, looking at the body.

"He must be with his father," Audhild said, to which I looked at the lake.

"Now that," I said, thinking and seeing the Yggdrasil and its three roots, something crazy came to my mind like a spark.

"This was never the pool of Mimir. No, this does not belong to him," I said, looking at the sky.

"My lord, but this was always Mimir's pool," said Audhild, who was on my shoulder.

"But it is not. Mimir is the guardian, but not the owner. This existed before Mimir; I remember the poem. 'But under the root that gives wisdom and intelligence to the frost giants, and the one who has this source is called Mímir; he is full of knowledge because he drinks from that source with the Giallarhorn horn.' Everything belongs to the Ginnungagap. Mimir only arrived and drank its waters first," I said, pointing to the 3 roots.

Rune looked at me surprised. "The source is the wisdom of the world," said the raven, to which I kneeled.

"Ginnungagap, I ask you to let me drink from your source, demand payment for the right to knowledge," I said, to which the water trembled, and a hand of water appeared from the shore of the lake and pointed to my right eye.

"One eye, a fence cliché," I said, looking at the hand that extended its hand as if to say something like, "What are you waiting for?"

"I, Erik Sorrow, give my eye to Ginnungagap so that he lets me drink his waters," I said, and the hand made an OK gesture and approached my eye, burying its fingers in it. I felt like it was pulling and tearing something from me. My right side turned dark, pure. I started to scream in pain and put my hand to my face; I felt something hot slide down it. When I saw it, it was my blood. I looked at the lake; my basin was empty, as if an infinite darkness was in it and several silver points in the dark.

The hand had my eye, and it disappeared, sinking into the lake. From the center of the lake came a horn overflowing with water and slowly approached me. The water was different; it was full of sparkles and was golden. I took the horn and drank the water slowly.

My brain started to ache; it was a terrible pain, 1000 times more than the pain of your eye being gouged out, even stronger, like the time Gunilla smashed my arm. Complex information was slowly entering my mind, like the use of magic, reality bending, and understanding of runes to a basic level. I fell to the ground; I had a hard time breathing and felt like my head was being drilled. Then, I fell unconscious but still felt things flowing in my mind.

After a while, the information was more mundane, including how to run businesses and languages, a bonus the Tree gave me.

I opened my eyes, not correcting the remaining eye. It was night; next to me was Audhild and Rune.

"My lord, he finally woke up," Audhild said happily.

"Audhild, slowly. I feel like my head is going to split," I said, taking it with both hands.

"Sir, he was unconscious for 9 days. He died a couple of times; the necromancy revived him," Rune said.

"9 days? Did something happen while you were away?" I said, to which they denied.

"No, my lord, but we have to go to Nidavellir. I feel something new," Audhild said, trying to see my mental state.

"Headache, the feeling of not seeing my right, and how to cook a great plate of lobster tortellini and run a business. I don't know why the tree fed me information about Gordon Ramsay, along with the use of magic," I said, stretching out my neck.

"If you have the use of Rune Magic, you can do the Raido rune," Rune said, flying and bringing a small stone.

"Raido? Wasn't it doubling the caster's or target's space to move it to a designated point or slow down space?" I said, to which Rune nodded.

"Inject your power into the stone, very slowly. Imagine the journey from here, the roots of Yggdrasil, to Nidavellir," Rune said while trying it, the stone crumbled in my hand.

"Too much power. Try again," he said, as I repeated the process. This happened a dozen times, each rune crumbling in my hand from the power put on it. Audhild brought several stones and set them beside me.

Until a rune came out right. It took me all night until she believes it. "It's acceptable, it's better to hurry," Rune said, looking at her.

I threw the stone on the floor, and it seemed to suck the 3 of us while we shot towards the destination. It was a dizzying trip; it seemed that it was made of plasticine.

I fell straight into a marble hallway. "Auhh, my back," I said, as I got up. I saw a Dwarf woman coming walking; she looked like a guide from Walmart.

"Young man, first Raido rune journey?" she asked, getting closer until she saw us.

"Yes, I apologize. Do you think you can guide me to Nidavellir?" I said, getting up. Audhild and Rune perched on my shoulders; the young woman saw me scared.

"My lord, your eye still doesn't cover it," Audhild said, and I touched my face.

"Thanks, Aud, I forgot," I said, taking a bandage and covering my right eye.

"Son of Odin?" she said, to which I frowned.

"Unfortunately, I wanted to ask if it's possible to find a blacksmith to make a weapon and change these coins," I said, taking out the old piggy bank. The dwarf opened it and saw.

"If it is possible to use this gold, we have excellent blacksmiths to forge what you need. We also have offers on clothing, daily use items, and consumables," the woman said, guiding me. It was like a supermarket; each blacksmith had a stall that sold their weapons.

She led me to a forge where dozens of Masters were forging. A bearded dwarf with sweat on his face yelled.

"Nerta, who are you bringing?" the man said, coming out when he saw me.

"A client to forge a custom weapon," said Nerta, the dwarf.

"Mm, Son of Odin, you are new," he said when he saw me and examined me from head to toe.

"Unfortunately, I wanted to ask if it was possible to make me a weapon and the value," I said, to which the dwarf saw me and scratched his beard.

"It depends. If you have the materials or we provide them ourselves, it's not worth doing challenges like Loki, like you bet, nor should you use transformations or tricks," the dwarf said seriously.

"I agree, I have the materials, but not the metal," I said, taking out the trunk of Yggdrasil and the box that Hela gave me. The dwarf took the wood and looked at it, swinging it.

"Incredible, the heart of Yggdrasil. Perfect for the handle of a weapon, an ultra-rare material. As for the chest," the dwarf said when he touched it, he felt the most terrible cold that existed, freezing him, which released the chest.

"Boy, who gave you this?" said the surprised dwarf.

"Lady Hela. She told me I would know when to use it," I said, looking at him.

"You can touch it," said the Dwarf, to which I raised the chest; it was very nice and cold. He looked at me with a complicated face.

"I'm sorry to tell you that no one here could forge your weapon. That thing is the cold of Niflheim and Helheim; it would turn off any forge, and it would be unmanageable for any normal blacksmith. I don't know why Hela gave it to you," said the dwarf, to which he looked at the box.

"You didn't give it to me a long time ago," I said, looking at the box.

"Plan B, I'll have to fight with any weapon I can buy," I said, resigned to Rune.

"Mission? Who you are going against, you seem too young," the dwarf said, surprised.

"Hati and Sköll," I said, to which the dwarf looked at me.

"You said Hati and Sköll, the Children of Fenrir. Who did you offend?" the dwarf said seriously.

"That's what I ask; you know, Demigod, son of Odin, a one night slip," I said, resigning myself, to which the Dwarf looked at me.

"I see. I'm sorry to tell you, your old man sent you on a suicide mission. Only a master weapon could seriously damage those two; any other weapon would break after minor injuries," the dwarf said sadly.