Vinland Saga Characters in a Percy Jackson AU?
Gods
Odin "The all father"
• Cabin One
• Head of the Aesir gods. Odin is the Norse god of war, poetry, wisdom, and death. He gathers his portion of the slain warriors in Valhalla. Odin has a spear, Grungir, that never misses. He makes any sacrifice for the sake of knowledge. (his eye)
Frigg "Odin’s wife, Queen of Asgard."
• Cabin Two
• Goddess of love and fate, described as having the power of prophecy yet she does not reveal what she knows.
Thor "Son of Odin"
• Cabin Three
• Norse god of thunder, the sky, and agriculture.
Loki "Sworn brother of Odin"
• Cabin Four
• Trickster god - Helps other gods out of their problems.
Baldr "son of Frigg and Odin, sweetheart of Asgard"
• Cabin Five
• Peacemaker in Asgard: mediated conflicts between Asgardian gods and mankind. (related with the traits of peace and abundance.)
Freyja (Freya) "‘lady’ or ‘mistress’"
• Cabin Six
• Norse goddess of magic, love, fertility and lust.
Freyr "Freyja's twin brother"
• Cabin Seven
• God of fertility and reproductive health in men - associated with tranquility, peace and wealth - bringer of sunshine and good weather conditions.
Heimdall "Nothing escapes his eyes"
• Cabin Eight
• Aesir deity that stands guard at the entrance or passages leading to the various realms (nine realms).
Tyr "Advocate for justice and truth"
• Cabin Nine
• God of War
Idun "Magical Apple Goddess"
• Cabin Ten
• Norse goddess of beauty, youthfulness and fertility. Her secret elixir to perpetual immortality was contained in her magical apples, which she gave to the gods on Asgard.
Gefjon "Single handedly plowed Lake Mälaren"
• Cabin Eleven
● Goddess of ploughing and agriculture.
Njördr (Njord/Njorth) "Father of Freyja and Freyr"
• Cabin Twelve
• Vanir sea and wind god
Skade "Wife of Njord"
• Cabin Thirteen
• Goddess of hunting, mountains and skiing.
Camp Half-Blood
Askeladd (Camp Director)
~ Askeladd is the most famous and well-known of all of Odin's sons. He is thousands of years old and regularly visits Vahalla. He has been known to lay with many Valkyrie and even (allegedly) had a one-night stand with the goddess Freyja. He has been known to regularly taunt a camper known as Thorfinn and is never seen without Bjorn by his side.
Bjorn (Activities Director)
~ Bjorn is half Jötnar (frost giant) and half God. He is the son of Idun and regularly visits her. He helps her tend to her magical foods and always gets his enchanted berserker mushrooms from her. Out of all of Idun's children, Bjorn is her favorite by far. He has also been known to have many mead drinking contests with Thor and is often one of the first ones to point fingers towards Loki whenever something goes awry.
Thorfinn (Cabin Nine)
~ One of his fathers is the god Tyr, and his other father is a man named Thors. He absolutely fucking hates Askeladd with all of his guts for killing his father. Unfortunately, he did not inherit much of either his father's morality or sense of peaceful justice. He is often seen with two daggers that were gifted to him by Tyr to protect himself.
~ He has grown close with another camper named Einar. However, he seems to be aggressively flirting (?) with a camper named Canute. Nobody is really able to tell if he really likes Canute or really hates him. Gudrid is always following him around like a lost puppy, and no matter how many times Thorfinn threatens to kill her, she just won't leave him alone.
Canute (Cabin Six)
~ Canute is the son of the goddess Freyja. He was born in the body of a woman and realized that he was meant to be a man. So he decided to be a complete genderfuck to society, and Freyja supports him through this. Freyja blessed him with a new male body and kept some of his more feminine features (upon his request) that will grow into fine masculine traits.
~ This is to soften the blow of how unsupportive and vile his father is towards him. However, Sweyn knows any great harm to Canute will cause Freyja to sick Loki on him. Next thing you know, Sweyn wakes up in Niflheim.
More of Canutes daddy issues except his father is a mortal and his mother supports him? Yes, please.
~ Canute is often seen near the nymphs and faes, discussing things with them and spending valuable time with them. He always ends up getting harassed (?) or oddly supported (?) by Thorfinn. Thorfinn always jumps in and threatens to kill anybody who lays a hand on Canute. Canute has grown to quite like Einar and Gudrid. He can also be seen occasionally studying with Arnheid.
Einar (Cabin Eleven)
~ Einar is a feminist and loves farming, so of course he is the son of Gefjon. The benevolent earth faes are often around Einar, watching him work on the earth and using his magic to allow it to grow. To uses his magic to grow flowers and fruits for Arnheid. He gets quite frustrated at the fact that Arnheid is more interested in Gardar than him. He respects her feelings but is still saddened by them. Every time he realizes this, his plants seem to wilt.
~ He spends a lot of time with Thorfinn and always trains with him. He always loses, but it's better than having to face Sigurd. Sigurd is always threatening Einar about stealing his future wife. (?) He is still quite confused about why Gudrid would want to marry a man like Sigurd. He has no feelings for her.
An actual conversation between Einar and Sigurd. (I know... I was there.)
"I think I want to study milking cows." Einar states passively as he walks towards one of the many barns on the camp.
"You can't study milking cows." Sigurd states in an irritated tone as he crosses his arms over his chest and huffs.
"Yuh, huh, yes, you can! Garm told me about it!"
"Garm... Son of Loki... You're stupid Einar. No way you're ever stealing my future wife!"
*Insert both of them getting in a fist fight and Garm hiding in a bush..... giggling like a madman.*
Gudrid (Cabin Two)
~ Gudrid is the daughter of Frigg and is treated like the queen of the camp. She is quite kind (albeit a bit of a bitch behind certain campers backs. *cough cough*) Frigg is quite doting upon her but tries to keep her on Midgard most of her days. Loki has a strange attachment to her, and it worries Frigg greatly.
~ She often follows Thorfinn around camp and tries to get his attention. She asks her mother if perhaps she could set something up between the both of them. She really, really likes Thorfinn. Although he keeps giving all of his attention to this Canute guy.
Arnheid (Cabin Five)
~ Arnheid is the daughter of Baldr. She inherited a lot of her good nature and peaceful personality from him. Baldr allowed her mother immortality, and their love story is so sweet that it makes her heart swoon. She wants a family of her own one day. She hopes for another camper, Gardar. He's so handsome and managed to save her life from a dragur (Norse equivalent of a zombie/evil spirit).
~ She spends a lot of time with Einar and Gudrid. She enjoys how kind and caring Einar is towards the Earth and all of those around him. She met Frigg once, and she is absolutely... Arnheid is unable to even explain it(in a good way). She frequently visits Vahalla and is treated as sweetly as her father. She is training to be a healer within the camp. There are very few healers, sadly, and Arnheid has the ability to be one of them.
Hild (Cabin Thirteen)
~ Hild just emanates Skade energy. So it makes sense that they are related. One of my favorite goddesses fr fr. Hild ended up getting injured after an attack on the camp, which is how she got her scar. She was blessed with a magical crossbow that she helped create. Which is what she uses to hunt evil spirits through the cursed woods. She is only able to stand Gudrid, and she often sleeps in her cabin with her.
Snake (Cabin Twelve)
~ Snake is half Naga and half God. He is the son of Njördr. He has a permanent bunk in Cabin 12, as he is one of the guards of the camp and a protected species. He makes a nest of blankets and furs on his bed and sleeps in it. He doesn't interact with people much, but he is quite cordial when he does. He doesn't allow anyone to hurt any of the campers, as he is very protective of them.
~ He has a checkered pattern of black and white scales that run along his slightly longer than average tail (about twelve feet long). From the waist up, he is human-looking and immortal. He is younger than Askeladd and about the same age as Bjorn.
~ He wouldn't be bold enough to say that he considers them friends, but they'll occasionally drink mead together and protect each other if the other is in trouble.
Thorkell (Cabin Three)
~ Are. You. Surprised. Of course, Thorkell is the son of the mighty Thor. He is the co-camp director, although Askeladd won't officially give him that title. It's a long story that involves Valkyries and Fenrir. Thorkell still calls himself the camp director and often takes the campers on dangerous (and fun!) missions. He's been grounded once or twice by Askeladd, and he just ignores Askeladd. He likes Bjorn as well, but Bjorn really dislikes him because Askeladd doesn't like him.
~ He often speaks praise of the Valkyries and their feats and is quite jealous of them, despite being a demigod. He spends a lot of his time (when he is grounded by Askeladd) in Vahalla with Thor. He drinks and eats as much as he can with the fallen soldiers. He is definitely a fan favorite and easily Thor's son.
~ He always harasses Thorfinn, and he absolutely hates his guts. Thorfinn always tries to kill Thorkell and doesn't care about the consequences. Thorkell lost his eye to Thorfinn, and now he and Odin match. Thorkell is also like the chill hippie dude who is also the counselor to all of the campers.
Garm (Cabin Four)
~ The chaotic and evil Garm is the child of Loki. He's always tricking Thorfinn and dragging him off to fight him. Thorfinn just can't get a break. Garm is always tricking other campers into the cursed woods, and few people wish to be associated with him. He is known for causing chaos and death and saving people when they most need it.
~ Garm loves hanging around with Thorkell and sparring with him any chance he gets. He often blows off classes except for training. He spends a lot of his time in the cursed woods (no one knows why or how he survives). He always comes back with his spear bloodied.
Wulf (Cabin Eight)
~ He is one of the mentally ill campers. He is always near Canute, giving him advice on various topics. He is able to divine the future and see (somewhat limitedly) across the nine realms. Heimdall taught him all of this.
~ He is the only camper in cabin eight and has the smallest cabin of them all. There were two other campers, but they mysteriously disappeared (some say Garm was the reason for their disappearance). However, Wulf has never said anything about them disappearing either. He is able to see better than most, so they trust his judgment and willingness to remain quiet and stoic.
~ He is quite fond of Canute's half-sister Estrid, even if she doesn't go to the camp.
Sigurd (Cabin Seven)
~ Sigurd has never been to Vahalla but is planning on going this summer. He hopes to be blessed by Freyr (his father) and get Gudrid's hand in marriage.
~ He gets into arguments with Einar and hates the man. He isn't greatly skilled in his blessings (magic) yet, so he is often frustrated. He hopes that Freyr will show him the way. Perhaps Freyja will bless him as well. Maybe he should go to Canute and get on his good side...
Most of the Vinland Saga characters are aged down here (to their early/late teens/early adulthood). Except for Askeladd, Bjorn, Snake, and Thorkell who are aged up (still look the same).
If you are wondering why more God's aren't on here, I'm keeping with the theme of the au, where they start out with major God's cabins and then build out to more minor ones. (I also had to use God's that would fit with the more prominent Vinland Saga characters.)
Honorable mention to Hel (the goddess of death). She was banished, so naturally any children that she may have would be shunned from the camp. Conflict on that later.
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Norse Mythology Resource
Norse Mythology Resource [#2]
Norse Mythology Resource [#3]
I have a lot more resources if you all want to do your research. These are just the ones I used for a quick refresher. Just ask me for recommendations on links, books, or experts if you want them! There's a lot of misinformation about the Norse gods and culture, so be aware of that while learning. I wish their culture and religion was better preserved.
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more!! again!! for the nico after blood of olympus fic!! actually I thought of this while writing the last one but I just finished it.
His elbows buckle and he lets himself fall into Will, snorting at his theatrical groan under the weight. They lay there for a second until Will shoves him gently, and Nico lets him manoeuvre them into a more comfortable position.
"Hi," he whispers, moving a curl away from his cheek. The greenish tint of the loft window casts a weird shadow over Will's face.
"Hey yourself," Will murmurs back, winking.
Nico rolls his eyes. "You look like Apollo when you do that. Please stop." Will squawks in protest.
"I do not! Also, since when do you remember what Apollo looks like? Actually, no, don't answer that, you can't bring up my dad while we're in bed, Nico, why would you do this to me?"
Now it's Nico's turn to sputter and whack Will in the chest - getting another dramatic oof and a laugh in return - before turning around to face Hazel's bed. He's not sure when he'll ever be able to sleep facing the wall. Will can't do it either.
As Will's arms curl around his waist and draw him back against him, just like they did back in the infirmary that one day, he thinks maybe he'd be okay trying that with him sometime. One day, in a house with gates, no longer wary of monsters.
Will noses the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. "What is it?"
Will's answering smile presses through the rough cotton of his t-shirt. "Nothing, sunshine."
Nico frowns under the covers. "Hey, what do you think of houses with gates?" He whispers.
"Gates? Well, it'd be safer, I guess, but we'd lose the neighbours coming over -"
"As if you want to see random people at the door anyway. What if they're monsters?"
"Oh, come on, darlin', I'm from Austin. Of course I gotta keep space for the neighbours to come knocking."
"…Fences? Actually, hey, why'd you assume I was talking about us? Obviously - Obviously I was talking about random. Random houses. For architecture reasons."
Will muffles his laugh into the back of his neck, again. "Oh, my bad. And I'm only here because you ripped a stitch on the lava wall yesterday."
Nico feels his ears warm.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
"..Still."
Will reels him in closer until his back hits his chest and he can press a soft peck to Nico's still-red ears. "I think a fence is a great idea, by the way. We could ask Hazel for help with some ward stones too, like you have in the cabin. Gotta make sure we've got at least one window and standing space in every direction, though, or at least in the east, because you know my dad would sulk if he didn't get to scream me awake in the morning."
Nico's blush gets worse.
"Now who's talking about your dad in bed?" He gives up on pretending. Will sees him through every time, anyway. "Also, shrines, obviously, and we need a spot to stargaze."
"Yeah, shrines, obviously. Maybe just yours, mine, and Lady Hestia's though, or else everyone else is gonna get pissy."
Nico barks out a laugh like it's shocked out of him. "Pissy? Don't let them hear you say that."
Will holds him tighter and settles against the pillows. "Sure thing, sunshine. Now can we sleep?"
"Yeah, yeah."
It's not long after that that Will's breath evens out behind him, his muscles untensing. Nico knows he's got a few minutes yet, so he thinks.
Today was…. good.
Today was nice. Normal, even. Just a day of camp schedules, working in the infirmary, an admittedly short campfire, and this. No monsters, and no mistakes. No deaths, but..
Unbidden, the moments in the infirmary come to mind. He thinks of helping Will scrub in for his one surgery of the day, a kid that had gotten parts of an arrow stuck in their leg a week ago and hadn't noticed til yesterday. He thinks of yesterday during capture-the-flag, stepping in and desperately trying to copy what he'd watched Will do, because Lydia was hanging crooked from a tree and there was no one else around but him-
He thinks of Patroclus tying the straps of Achilles' armour, watching his lover sleep peacefully. He thinks of what Connor had told him about at the campfire weeks ago, of Silena Beauregard taking on a drakon when Clarisse declared the Ares Cabin wouldn't be fighting.
He thinks he might understand.
Lydia wasn't the same (thank the gods), but if there was something to be done that only Will could do right, yet couldn't, and the only way Nico could take up his mantle would be to die trying - then, yeah. He'd do whatever it would take for these kids. To do what Will would do. He's gone to Tartarus already, hasn't he? At worst, he'd try his best and greet his father early if he failed to survive. Nico could even give Charon a tip on the way in for the hell of it, why not?
If there is a luxury that comes from being a child of Hades, after all, it is that dying is not the thing that scares him.
There's a brazier still lit outside the window. Its glow falls in slits across their bed.
Will grumbles, pushing his feet forward until their ankles are wound together. The sheets shift.
Nico smiles into the dark, into the chirping of crickets and the soft glow of the fireflies out the window, and falls asleep.
more for this fic:
scene 0 - prologue-ish
scene 1 - the library of social awkwardness or here (or in my heart, 'kidney function is not a right, it's a privilege' lol)
general writing directory
also lmk if you want more lore. I am so down to talk about this fic + the worldbuilding ideas I have for it in the notes it is unreal
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i gave you all i had, i did
day 5 : sacrifice ( from @adfaugust )
all he’s ever done, he did it for this family.
tyler’s long been used to hours of work with little reward, underpaid for hard labour and chalking it up to his family name. the world’s out to get him, he’s always known it, has been told so time and time again by the holt matriarch. and he knows better than anyone that sharon wouldn’t lie, has been an honest woman from the day she was born. if she ever was dishonest, it’s cause she had to be, cause she wasn’t given another option. but ma’s honest, gets her way through respect built from her steely and admirable nature. sharon, impossible not to respect with her fingers poised elegantly around a cigarette. lord knows tyler gladly picked up that habit for a few stolen seconds of her company. always wishing blindly to soak up her presence, as if it would somehow cure him of his own inferiority, childishness she frowned upon. he always feels adult standing next to her — ’cept for when he don’t, when he feels like he’s quakin’ in his boots just being near her. tells himself it’s because he loves her, because he can’t stand the thought of her coming to harm. knows that he’s her protector and that’s all he is, and for a holt, that’s a blessing. no higher honour than to be at sharon’s side, making sure their shitheel of a pa don’t try anything.
never strikes him that he might be thinking backwards, that the person he’s afraid of is the very person he loves the most. so wrapped around her finger he can’t see it for what it is, embraced into her perfumed storytelling, lies that sound like the truth, until tyler can’t help but believe in her. she’s his ma, and she needs him, everyone does. shoulders heavy burdens so she don’t have to, under the firm belief that he had a choice, but that no sane man would choose the other option.
what man would leave his ma to suffer all alone? none that are mannerly or polite, none that really care for her. tyler’s signed away his life, all twenty-five years of it thus far and whatever rest of it that cruel fate gives him. quickly revises the thought, since he oughta be grateful for what he has — the opportunity to be there for his ma, for his brothers.
still doesn’t stop the white-hot jealousy from bubbling up in a weary chest when he sees how easily dale and jay are awarded with ma’s attention. don’t know the last time she called him sweetheart — or if she ever has. keeps blindly charging forward, since he knows why dale’s got ma’s heart; no one could hate a face like that or deny him a thing. and jay… as much as he don’t contribute, as much as he ain’t really one of them ( as much as his sensitive nature is rewarded when tyler’s was long stamped outta him, told time and time again that he’s the eldest and real men gotta keep their upper lip stiff ) … sharon’s affectionate towards the golden boy because he reminds her of that sister of hers. that woman who got herself knocked up and imposed herself on her charitable sister, only to wind up dead and leaving her screaming kid behind for sharon to care for like he’s hers.
( and if tyler had to pick up those motherly responsibilities, it’s cause ma obviously couldn’t, not after her own sister had died, and no one could have expected her to be well enough to take care of a kid or her three-year-old and certainly not her seven-year-old little man, the nickname brooke gave him as she pinched a solemn cheek still ringing in his head — )
— but ain’t he the same as brooke, now? running off to save his own skin when dale’s … a sharp pain lancing through his chest, solid evidence of how he’s failed the family. still feels the sting on his cheek when ma told him clear as day — he ain’t got this, he wasn’t responsible enough, never good enough. and selfishly he wonders how long he has to sweat and toil for … her approval, but he’d never say that. sharon don’t give out praise that ain’t earned, and tyler never earned it a day in his life. no matter how hard he worked. no matter how little he slept. no matter how kind he was to his charity case of a cousin.
and he’s doing everything he can, even if ain’t good enough, even if it ain’t perfect. tells himself this is the best he can do for the ones he’s lost — protect himself cause he’s the only one left to protect her. when dale’s gone, pa’s in some hospital after his act of cowardice, and they had to leave jay behind when the cops were too close for comfort. he’s the only one left, and sharon’s safety’s all that matters. they come up with a plan, her and her only child, and there’s an unspoken understanding that passes through ‘em. the knowledge that they’re all they’ve got anymore, that they have to stick together.
it’s everything he wanted. least, he thought it was. until jay shows back up on their doorstep and tyler’s left to stare. a brother back from the dead and the short-lived attention from his ma itching at the back of his ribcage. forced to think horrible thoughts, wondering if it was jay all along who took this from tyler. if sharon’s affections were only doled out to the youngest boys because that love’s finite, and because jay just had to be difficult, ruin things by taking that book and killing dale, the sting of a motherly slap across the cheek still smarting. can’t accept that he wants more than he’s got, so it’s jay’s fault. that festering itch getting worse until it’s damn near unbearable. it’s jay on the doorstep of the cabin and not dale, not his baby brother who sat on his lap and babbled to him in half-formed sentences, who didn’t leave him ( didn’t leave the family, comes the mental correction ) to go galavanting off in the woods.
still, tyler takes first watch. is used to staying up and expects that neither ma nor jay will wake up for a second watch. maybe he’ll catch an hour or two, but he ain’t counting on it. more important that sharon gets her rest, and it’s not like tyler trusts jay to stay up and keep an eye out. not after he found out about brooke, the long-kept secret that shoulda been told to him long ago, so he could understand why he’s gotta make it up to the family more than ever. if anything, he thinks maybe jay’ll try to slink out and talk to him. the lie weighs heavy on his chest, but it’s the most sensible solution. ma needs to go on the motorcycle, and jay can survive out here in the woods. if tyler stayed ( and his chest constricts at the mere thought ) … he’d die. still, even though ma knows that, it’s still his duty to stay back. even with this busted leg, even with his lack of familiarity of the bush of two rock. when jay wasn’t around, the solution was simple. now, it’s staring him right in the eye. his imminent death. the same fate as dale. loving jay, then dying for it.
the door creaks open, and tyler’s heart squeezes in his chest seeing it’s ma. it ain’t rare for her to seek out his company, whether it’s to unload some stresses or just cause he’s smoking at the same time as her, but that weary heart still jumps when she does. hard and clear evidence that he’s doing something right. but that brief hope gets squashed like an insignificant insect as soon as the words leave her mouth. can we talk about this canada thing?
shoulda known she was coming out to ask about it, silently curses himself for not realizing sooner. remembers the other mistake he made, telling jay about his real ma, and braces himself for a scolding that thankfully never comes. sharon’s not a petty woman, and she’s moved onto more pressing matters. wondering why jay can’t have the prized seat next to her on the bike. wondering all that when she’s whip-smart and definitely smart enough to know tyler’d die if he stuck around back here. and it all comes flooding out. a juvenile confession, practically sobbed out. a desperate begging for love he’s always thought he was above. is it so wrong to want to live? is it so wrong to want a shot at life even when it’s long over? all his life, he’s given her ( the family, he hurriedly corrects, because even now, he can’t stop the helpless fawning over her ) everything he has, everything he is. and here he leans against the cabin post, staring up at the consequence bearing over him like a giant. finds himself scared and utterly alone in the face of this insurmountable beast.
he just wants to live. and if that’s gotta mean just surviving from here on out, he wants that. if his fate was never to live his life, he’ll mourn it and bury it alongside dale. clenches his fists and jaw and tries not to let the grief consume him, crush that bad leg before he’s even got a chance to try to keep going. wouldn’t dale have wanted him to live? wouldn’t dale have wanted… and it feels blasphemous to even think, but wouldn’t dale have wanted his happiness? couldn’t sharon have loved him enough to want that for him?
but it can’t be about dale and it certainly can’t be about sharon, so it’s about jay, the boy who got everything tyler wanted just by being. who whines and gets his way, the eternal favourite and the one dale eventually left tyler behind for. but tyler knows he can still win. he’s just gotta convince jay to stay back. and he does. feels that affection he always had for the kid come back full force, all babyish smiles and hints of wisdom he don’t think even jay knows he has. tyler will miss him. he gets that now. wishes blindly and with all his heart that there were three seats on the motorcycle, even if the thought of sharing ma with jay was nauseating just an hour ago.
tyler trudges back to his world, leaving jay to his own. greets sharon with a weary look, disillusioned like he hasn’t been in a long time. no longer is he excited to be the only one left. misses his brothers, both of ‘em, like hell. but at least he’s got ma, his sole purpose for as long as he can remember. something nettles him about that. maybe it’s just that jay taking off didn’t make him feel any better.
that’s what he sticks with until one night at the church turns into two, and then three.
and tyler lays with his cheek pressed against a dilapidated floor and wonders. do we get what we deserve?
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