Midgard

Aerion stared out the window of the starship, mayhaps he would make his way to Earth. He quickly walked over to the controls of the ship and typed in 'Midgard' and his destination was set. 

Due to the Bifröst the ship would be sent to Earth almost instantaneously given it resides in Yggdrasils domain. 

He looked out of the window as his ship slowly approached the docking station for war ships, usually only ships of war or desperate trade were sent via the Bifröst. 

However Aerion was the Prince so an exception was made, he met eyes with the gatekeeper and protector of the Bifröst. 

Heimdall. 

The man's amber eyes saw through him as the gatekeeper directed the Bifröst to drop the young teenager and his starship on Midgard. 

Quickly a flash of rainbow light flashed through the windows of the starship and suddenly the ship wobbled and shook as the overwhelming aura of ancient magic surrounded and shattered space time. 

He blinked as the light left and all that remained of the magic so ancient that his father was young in comparison was the vivid memory.

He had of course used the Bifröst dozens of times but never while in a ship or alone, he shook his head quickly ignoring the disorienting effect. 

Quickly he opened the exit door with the press of a button and stepped out of his neatly placed ship onto grass below. 

He had to admit his fondness of the planet still remained as he looked up at the familiar but not familiar sky. 

He felt a broad smile grow on his face at the sight of the sun and white clouds. 

The air was different here than Asgard. 

Far less, magical was the simple way to put it.

Magic seemed to grow and thrive in the air on Asgard where on Earth, he kneeled down and placed an open palm on the ground below. 

On Earth the magic seemed to come from the ground, the primal nature swirling with untapped potential. 

A broad smile grew on his face as he thought about the wonders this planet held, he thought about the thriving cities and culture that showed through in even the bleakest times.

He thought back to his home in England and felt the sudden urge to go to a chippy and have a greasy vinegar soaked portion of chips. 

He shook his head with a smile as he remembered he had all the time in the world. 

He quickly used a rune on the ship to lock it from even the best locksmiths on Asgard nevermind any on Earth. 

He walked away from the ship, he spent hours walking through forests while embracing all that he didn't while he was on Earth for the first time. 

His hands brushed the bark of trees that Asgard had never even heard of and he gently picked dandelions like he was a young child. 

He eventually came across a large field where the grass clearly hadn't been cut recently, he laid down in the foot tall long grass and stared at the sun. 

He held a ball of divine flame that he fiddled with while wind brushed his hair from his eyes and the oh so familiar chirping of birds rang in his ears. 

He moulded the ball of flame like clay as the sounds of crickets and insects buzzing past him ran over him like water. 

The world felt so rich, the magic deeply playful as tongues of it wrapped around his ankles and tried to drag itself up to the flame in his hands. 

He sat up and held the flame close to the ground, the magic quickly responded and jumped out of the earth like a dolphin from water and poured itself into the flame. 

In that moment as the flame moulded itself and danced under the influence of Earth's magic he never felt so privileged to be a God with teachings of magic. 

He could sense the magic and how it affected everything around him, the way dying trees miraculously revitalised through magic's intervention, the way the clouds shifted into familiar shapes due to the magic's playful nature. 

He heard a sudden hissing and looked to his right in curiosity, the grass parted and a large snake made itself known.

Its scales shiny and a bright red with its verdant green eyes shining under the baleful sun, Aerion fearlessly held out his hand for the snake who slithered up his fine cloth tunic.

The snake wrapped itself around Aerions shoulders as it settled its head and started to sunbathe, absorbing the heat readily. 

He hadn't really thought about his Godhood over snakes, he's guessing it just gave him a bond with the creatures. 

He thought to his Godhood over spears that created the very spear he uses to this day from nothing and allows him to conjure dozens more and propel them at targets. 

Would he be able to conjure snakes?

He rested his open palm against the ground as he pushed magic out into the ground hoping for a reaction. 

Nothing. 

He tried a different method.

Nothing.

So he tried again & again but got no results.

Eventually he shrugged lightly and went back to absorbing the nature surrounding him. 

He did however notice the snake staring at his magic covered palm oddly, Aerion held the charged palm up to the snake who hesitated before flicking its tongue at the palm. 

Aerion noticed the magic seemed to absorb into the snake and furrowed his brow, he then slowly rubbed the snake's scales with his charged palm.

The scales seemed to suck the magic up like a battery as the snake hissed in satisfaction? 

It sounded satisfied, he hoped it did anyway. 

He mused on this discovery as his open palm resided close to the ground and he pushed divine flame out, he let Earth's magic mould the flame to its wish and watched as the fire moulded itself into the shape of a snake that slithered onto a man's shoulder. 

Aerion snorted and dispelled the fire, he gently pressed against the ground and stood to his full height.

It appears Earth had given a gift to a former resident of the planet. 

—-

Aerion walked through the fields for hours longer until he finally came across signs of civilization, though that did not fill him with relief like he thought it would.

He expected to be staring at a small village or city with a nice pub or something, instead Aerion was staring at an absolutely tiny village with only 15 or so houses. 

The main problems were the glaring lack of roads, instead they had large dirt paths leading to each house, the houses had hatched roofs and shoddy looking architecture and the people were wearing boiled leather, old looking cloth and the wealthier seemed to wear tunics.

Though nowhere near as luxurious as his. 

The snake hissed lightly in his ear as he stood dumbfounded at the village. The people walking in the streets seemed busy as they rushed around and luckily hadn't noticed his figure. 

His platinum hair, fancy clothes, dragon leather belt, dark red cloak and ruby ring would probably make him stand out. 

He blinked again as he looked at the people, he never really considered he may be so far in the past. 

A sudden crashing sound made his eyes narrow as he turned to the right, a massive cloud of dust seemed to be rising from hundreds of metres away. 

Aerion didn't know what could possibly cause that, so he decided to do the smart thing and check it out. 

He quickly made his way over to the commotion, during his quick journey he heard several crashes and the sound of growls and the snapping of jaws. 

His eyes widened at the sight ahead of him, a large 4 legged beast that appeared to be made of multicoloured wires was attacking a large Asian man. 

Said Asian man suddenly gained a golden aura around his fist that he propelled into the chest of the beast that flew dozens of feet into the air.

Aerions armour conjured with a brush of magic as he stared at the beast.

It landed with a crash and before it could move Aerion conjured two spears above the things back legs and propelled them downwards with a thought. 

The car sized beast roared into the air as it used its substantial strength to tear its legs free of the spears, its back legs now mauled beyond repair.

That wouldn't matter either way. 

As the beast looked up it saw the silhouette of the God falling upon him with the sun at the Fire Gods back, the blood red cloak looked like wings as he fell towards the deviant. 

The spear in the God's hands pierced the head of the deviant with a crunch and a splash of vibrant blood. 

Aerion turned expecting to see the Asian man only to see a beautiful blonde woman swinging a large golden spear down at his throat.