The Surly Blacksmith
‘Confused, are you?’ the handsome stranger asked with a smirk. ‘I know that you normally have prophecies in your sleep, but this time you are spared. This time, you get to have some fun. There have been various civilizations that were almost extinct because of foreign invaders. Most of them want to force the people of those civilizations to join their own beliefs. As the mortals who worship us, well mostly them, have already converted to that Christianity. However, you are still loyal despite your prayers not being answered, aren’t you?’ The stranger walked towards him slowly. He was taller than Anton, much taller, but he was very attractive. The blacksmith had always been attracted to women but also men. ‘Figured out who I am yet,’ the man asked, using one of his fingers to trail from the crook of his neck down to his waist.
Anton shivered but tried to clear his mind. He didn’t realize until now that he felt everything. The cold from his fingers and the blood rushing to his... Was he truly on Asgard? If so, this man. The height and his mischievous behavior. He could only be one person.
‘Loki?’ he asked curiously.
‘Correct,’ Loki smirked, walking closer to him practically pinning him to the wall. ‘As you can see, you are in Asgard. In my bedroom.’
‘I… do not understand,’ Anton said. ‘How am I here? This does not feel like a dream. I can feel everything, when I normally do not feel anything.’
Loki chuckled, now feeling the blacksmith’s muscles. ‘Mortals can only come to Asgard in the form of dreams. Their soul temporarily leaves their bodies whilst sleeping, and come here. There is a reason I brought you here. For centuries, the gods of various pantheons have chosen one mortal worshipper to be the parent of a special hybrid of God and mortal. There have obviously been countless opportunities of humans and gods to create beings like this, but the Mortceles are very different. They are born to one chosen god and one chosen mortal. The first to be born of the ancient civilization of Greece before the Romans copied their gods. They made it a requirement for the two to fall in love and marry, but this has been the only case. Now, it is time for our existence to be saved. You and I were chosen for this task.’
Loki turned into a beautiful woman in front of his eyes. The form was slightly shorter than Anton. The blacksmith was speechless until the words Loki said hit his mind. ‘Wait, you mean that the two of us must have a child in order to save Asgard?’
‘Yes, it is,’ he nodded. ‘I have a few children already, but it seems the god in charge of your world chose me to be with you. Me, because he is also a mischievous deity, and you because you are the last true believer.’
Loki grasped Anton’s collar and started pulling him to his bed. Anton wasn’t sure how he felt about this whole situation, but if it was to save the Asgardians then he would do what was needed. He did not realize that this meant he would need to raise their child on Midgard once it was born.
