Jason couldn't believe his eyes. As they stared at a group of..demigods? or who he had assumed were demigods..

But, at closer inspection, their armour. Their style altogether, how they held themselves. They weren't Greek. Or even Roman.

Who were they?

:speak, nothing but the truth, swear on Odin and perhaps we'll spare you.

Said, who he assumed to be their leader. Odin.. oh shit, they're..they're not Greek, or Roman..but Norse.

"We come from a place called camp half blood, we mean no harm."

Jason said, stepping forward and quickly cutting Percy off before he could say something stupid.

:...Camp Half blood?

They repeated with an unimpressed tone. And a confused gaze. As they stared down at him from their dragon.

"Yes, it's a camp for demigods... Of the Greek gods."

At that, they scowled

"...we were unaware we were trespassing on Norse territory. I swear on Jupiter-... Uh, Odin. I swear on Odin."

He quickly corrected himself, as he looked to his friends then quickly up to the Norse demigod.