Settlements

The ship was heading on a short journey back to Asgard, he was noting down what he wanted on a spear and nothing really seemed to fit.

With a light toss he threw the notepad onto his bed behind him, he looked out the ship's window Asgard was close, he was only going there for a drop off.

He had a plan. 

The ship came to a sudden stop at the docking bay, he awkwardly got out with the two swords on his shoulder. 

—-

His journey through the city was frankly annoying; the swords were far too damned large, but eventually he got back to his room. He needed these swords off his ship for now.

So by using a quick enchantment on each sword he carefully placed them on his wall, the large swords making quite the mantle piece. 

He then turned around planning to leave Asgard and get started with a plan he thought up, Thor however stopped those plans in his tracks with a boisterous laugh.

"Brother! You are back" the man said as he spun Mjölnir in his hands, "Spar?" The man offered. 

Aerion smiled "I'm afraid not brother, I'm just about to leave" he said while running his hand through his hair, noticing Thor looked taken aback. 

"Ah, leaving already?" He asked.

"Aye, but check out my room" Aerion said with a grin "Quite the weapons aren't they?" He said as he started to walk towards his ship "See you later Thor!" he shouted back.

Thor blinked, then walked over to the closed door, opening it with a creak, he widened his eyes at the swords causally laid on the wall. 

He knew that sword instantly, rumours about a large war between Demi-Gods, a giant battle that apparently turned a whole planet into a rotted husk of what it used to be.

Long forgotten rumours of the shattering war flew through his mind as he looked up at the swords. 

—-

It didn't take him too long to get back to Earth, with one simple plan in his mind. He wasn't sure how it would be received especially by other deities. 

His ship landed, not in England but Denmark.

He wanted to build a legacy and legend, what better place to start than Earth. One village simply won't do enough, historians may not be interested, however if dozens of settlements across the world were founded and protected by Aerion Odinson.

With a large stone spear statue in the centre of the thriving community.

Well they would have to take interest. 

So he took a while, but he eventually found a small run down settlement. Introduced himself and was called a mad bastard.

Denmark was a Christian country now. 

So he showed proof, told stories and while some of the small settlement shunned him, most welcomed him. 

He did the same thing he did back in England, slowly placing his palm on the ground below. Feeling the Earth's magic smack lightly against his palm, with one large burst he attempted to recreate the 'blessing' he gave to the small settlement. 

He stayed with the people for a while, handing out conjured spears as gifts to the martially inclined. Telling stories of the mighty city of Asgard. 

They did not see him as their God, and most likely wouldn't as they clung strongly to their faith however they still welcomed him, fed him out of their own supplies.

So he made sure to learn how to hunt in the snow, something he had never done before. He had only ever gone on small hunts with his Father or Thor. 

But his footsteps were louder in the snow, so he learned how to stay quiet while trailing prey, he became a part of their village as day by day he would bring elk and boar speared through the heart as his 'rent'. 

He spent almost a year at the small settlement, he would of course go back and forth between Asgard every few months to visit his family and have a good spar every once in a while. 

His blessing was clearly working as the crops grew unnaturally, the predators surrounding them became far more passive, the land being hit with fewer snowstorms and thriving like never before.

Then, he left, he would return soon of course, he pulled out the verdant compass and added another pin to the gift, pointing straight at the village. 

The ship lifted with a woosh as it flew towards Norway, and he did the exact same thing. Spending time with the people, gifting conjured spears and even protecting the small village from a rampaging bear attack. 

During all of this he had quite a lot of free time, so he spent the time wisely. He would go off to some far off location and practise his flames, he wanted them more potent, stronger and a threat to even Gods. 

So everyday for the years he spent on Earth he would find an hour or two and blast his flame at full blast, becoming a mini sun on the horizon as his flames cracked and roared and he slowly noticed his flames were becoming more potent.

Slowly, sure but undoubtedly becoming stronger. 

Then after the village was up and thriving with trained warriors and thriving crops, he left. His name whispered among the people, spreading his name slowly but surely throughout the country. 

He thought back to the spear he wanted from Nidavellir, he now had a notepad full of ideas. He would just need to narrow it down and eventually bring it to Durin. 

His ship landed in what will be called Germany one day, but was currently the Holy Roman Empire. He had to admit he was fascinated by the history of the empire as a human but felt no real sense of awe with it after being on Asgard so long.

He once again found a small community that didn't seem to be doing all that well and introduced himself, instantly they called him a pagan goat fucker. 

So he burned down a smug looking man's house down and left, he would find a slightly more grateful village. 

Eventually he did, the village was in bad shape with wolves lurking nearby, their crops consistently being burned by a nearby settlement and their luck in the dump.

So he blessed them, brought them the food they needed to survive, conjured them spears and taught them how to use them to protect themselves. A stone mason was luckily in the village so he asked to learn from the far older man. 

And over a long few years the man taught him his craft, it was surprisingly peaceful. His strength allowed him to carve through the rock like butter as he melded and created statues. 

Eventually he sketched his design, and got to work carving a large rock into one of his spears planted into the ground. 

He finished with a small smile on his face, he stood and placed enchantments on the statue, making it impossible to break to anything currently available via Earthly means. 

So he went back to Norway and Denmark, the villages welcoming him with great enthusiasm. He viewed their progress happily, the villages seemingly growing by the year. 

He carved spear statues in the centre of both of the villages. Making sure to enchant them, he noted down that he may want to eventually learn runes. They last far longer and are far more powerful than mere enchanting. 

So he went back to Asgard, and asked his father for a book or scroll on the basics of runes. His father handed him over an incredibly thick old book with a wry grin on his face. 

"How are your…affairs on Midgard going?" Curiously Odin asked as he eyed his youngest, he honestly didn't know what to think of the boy's behaviour. 

Creating small settlements on Midgard was frankly odd.

Aerion felt a small smile rise to his "Been going well so far father, I've learned much from the humans" he said. 

And he had, stonemasonry, the very basics of blacksmithing, hunting in stealth rather than simply running at the prey and many other simple things that were rather mundane but he still enjoyed.

All while he was training his flames to grow and prosper, his magic training had only gotten stronger by the year. 

Dragon magic was only getting more interesting the more he talked to Lansseax, the dragon permanently taking residence on a large mountain on Asgard. 

Odin nodded and sent the boy off with a gesture of his hands.

So the next 50 odd years flew by, he had almost 40 settlements by now. His compass was a little bit crowded now he had to admit. 

All over Europe and Asia he had settled villages, he had not yet placed any in Africa due to the deities that did not appreciate his expansion. 

He didn't exactly want to start a mini war, so for now he held back from the area. 

—-

The large forests of Nepal were…well like most forests very annoying to traverse. One annoying part about looking for small settlements is usually that they're hard to find. 

A portal suddenly opened in front of him, it's orange sparks lighting up the dark forest. He recognised the portal but still a spear conjured into his hands as he narrowed his eyes on the portal that just finished opening.

Then stepping through came a bald woman wearing well fitting yellow robes, her face serious as she eyed him almost sternly.

"I'm here to warn you Asgardian" she said as she eyed his spear held loosely in his hands. "I'm afraid many deities aren't very happy with your…interference."

"Oh, who?" Aerion asked as he narrowed his eyes on the woman, was she telling him this to warn him of to get him to act rashly.

He thought of a green power stone, likely in this woman's possession right now. 

"You have no way to fight many of them," she said, ignoring his question. "They are in different planes and realities, you need to be more careful who you're infringing upon." 

Aerion conceded that point, that's the main reason he left Africa, he hasn't got a clue how to fight back against those Gods if he needed to. He's looked into it and can't find much on Asgard, he was going to ask his father.

But The Ancient One would do.

"So, how would I learn to fight them?" He asked as he eyed the serious woman who cracked a smile. 

"I believe for that, you will need to learn a little sorcery Aerion Odinson" 

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Okay I think I know what I'm gonna do with the spear, all the ideas were amazing btw!! Thank you

But I must ask for help once more, I want to of course eventually get to cannon timeline where I will slow down the pace of the story.

So if anyone has any cool things they want Aerion to do that will take him a long time, for example learning runes. Please let me know!!