Fenrir, Son of Mischief

Loki's hairiest son. Come for the fangs. Stay for the fur.

[arcusxx]

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Glorious

[only1600kids]

Me: Who’s a good boy?

Dog:???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Me: YOU’RE A GOOD BOY!

Dog: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Am I?

[woodelf68]

You are! *Ruffles up your fur affectionately*

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Ooo thank you!

[only1600kids]

Me: Who’s a good boy?

Dog:???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Me: YOU’RE A GOOD BOY!

Dog: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Am I?

[amphata]

Has this been made yet?  (More mom!loki here, here, here, here, and i know it sucks but it has sentimental value here)

[wolvesphoto]

He howls lying down

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Ah, poor little one.

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Ahh sweet children. Come here, snuggle under my arm. Sleep safely. All is well.

[sweetdreamr]

how to know you are a norse mythology geek:

upon seeing THIS in the thor: ragnarok trailer

you scream, “FENRIR! HI PUPPER!!!!”

[auntieval]

[sweetdreamr]

IT GOT BETTER OMFG IM CRYING

[dr-dendritic-trees]

Yeah… me too. I wanna pat the very big pupper.

[poztatt]

And this is how The End is stopped.  Not by the gods or goddesses, the other races than man, no.  It is Tumblr.  As a mass running after a now confused and tail tucking Fenrir, whining softly as the crowd chants “PUPPER! PUPPER! PUPPER!”

[kyraneko]

Better yet: Fenrir escapes his chains and lopes forward to destroy the earth, and is met by a crowd of people. An army, Fenrir thinks, and bares his teeth in a ferocious snarl and charges toward them.

They cheer.

Wait … cheer?

Fenrir slows, confused. He smells no fear, senses no rage. This is … a very strange army.

The first hand—weaponless!—reaches for him; he tenses, ready to tear the offending limb to shreds, and lets out a high little yippy whine when it pats him about the ears.

Immediately the noise is reproduced by some four or five of the nearest humans; he smells excitement; more hands are patting him.

It’s nice.

The humans crowd around him, patting him and scritching him and shuffling around to give others a chance. Voices coo, and make puppy noises, and someone catches just the right spot and he cocks his leg and scratches himself, drawing a multitude of oohs and ahhs and cheers and squees.

At some point, his hunger awakens at the scent of burnt flesh; a human has brought him what he later learns is a hot dog; he swallows it in one bite, to more cheering, and looks around hopefully for more.

It is not long before more is bought: steaks and Big Macs and bacon; it seems like much of the group has brought him a snack of some kind and was hoping for a chance to give it to him.

The End of the World is supposed to be at hand, but Fenrir does not care. His hunger sated, his battle-lust swept away by a tide of gently petting hands, he rolls over, careful not to crush his many companions, and takes a nap.

[catwinchester-deactivated201901]

“Who’s a good boy?” they ask him, over and over. 

Is this some psychological warfare, he wonders, designed to undermine his confidence and remind him that he is nothing more than a monster who needs to be chained? 

“Who’s a good boy, huh, huh?” “Who’s my good boy?” “

And then one of them answers the question for him.

“You are!”

‘Me?’ he thinks. But if there was any doubt, she confirms it.

“You are, yes you are.”

Fenrir’s tongue hangs out of his mouth as he grins. ‘I’m a good boy!’

[lokis-notebook]

Fenrir is the best boy!!!

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Why, thank you all, indeed.

[wolvesphoto]

Female grey wolf on the west coast of the Hudson Bay, Manitoba, Canada

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Beautiful.

[fenrirsonofmischief]

*Sets down basket and approaches dozing wolf, confident that you can smell that it's your friend approaching*

Fenrir stirred at the sound of the basket. His nose twitched and he looked up. “Hello. How are you? What brings you here?”

@woodelf68

[woodelf68]

I was feeling out of sorts and fed up with people. Thought some wolf cuddles might be nice. *Reaches up and skritches behind your left ear* Also, I brought you a present. *Gestures towards the basket*

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Oh dear little one, come here.  *lifts arm* Tuck yourself under here and talk to me. And what is this present? You are very kind to bring me something.

@woodelf68

[wolvesphoto]

He howls lying down

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Ah, poor little one.

[fenrirsonofmischief]

*Sets down basket and approaches dozing wolf, confident that you can smell that it's your friend approaching*

Fenrir stirred at the sound of the basket. His nose twitched and he looked up. “Hello. How are you? What brings you here?”

@woodelf68

[xxashes-rebornxx]

Hello, my dear *a tall, black wolf walks to you, settling a few feet in front you, sits and briefly bows* Freya, yes? I remember you. Do you remember me? FenrirSonOfMischief

“Fenris!” The Fiery Goddess exclaimed in a warm and rather cheerful tone of voice. Before continuing to speak she knelt ever so slightly to be at eye level with the large canine. “I’ve missed you, my dear, how have you been faring?”

[xxashes-rebornxx]

“I can’t see why she wouldn’t, Fenris.” Freya would soothe, carefully shifting her touch to briefly rub the wolf’s chin. “After all; who could ever reject such a sweet muzzle such as yours?” The Phoenix goddess said with a smile before pulling away slightly.

“Come now; why don’t I give you the grand tour? I’d imagine it’d help calm the nerves to know your surroundings better, hm?” Freya suggested before standing from the sofa and collecting Shion in her arms so the toddler could come along for the journey as well.

@fenrirsonofmischief​

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Fen closed his eyes as she rubbed his chin. No one had done that in a very, very long time, but she trusted him. Even though she scarcely knew him, she hadn’t been afraid to touch him near his enormous teeth. He felt as though a weight had pulled at his chest, warm, and strange.

‘A friend?’ he thought. ‘No more than that?’ but he shut down the thought. No point in lingering there.

“A tour would be a great idea. Thank you. I’m really curious, actually!” he said, quickly getting up. He made to walk to the door with her but stopped short as she paused to pick up the child. “Hello, Shion. You’ll be joining us, yes?” he smiled, and waited by the door, ready to follow.

@xxashes-rebornxx

sorry for the delay

[xxashes-rebornxx]

The toddler in Freya’s arms would babble cheerfully at Fen’s words, clapping her tiny hands as best she could while being held near her Mother’s chest. “You’ve seen the downstairs for the most part, so perhaps it’s best to show you the upstairs and work our way down.” Freya commented as she made her way up the stairs where a sort of indoor balcony was, wrapping around the wall and leading to several different rooms.

Almost as soon as the two of them reached the second floor the sound of racing footsteps could be heard rushing down the hall towards them. “Woah, look out!” The Phoenix Goddess would call out as she essentially plastered herself against the far wall as a girl with Golden hair and a boy with black hair rushed by in the midst of some sort of game.

“Frigga, Magnus, what did I tell you about running indoors?”

“Not to do that. Sorry Mom!”

And with that the two siblings would rush off to a room out of Fen’s and Freya’s view. “Those are Loki and I’s twins, Magnus and Frigga. I think they take after me in some more obvious regards…” Freya would chuckle softly as she turned to look at Fenris once again.

@fenrirsonofmischief 

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Fen followed them out of the room and soon put himself alongside  Freya. Although he always shrank himself when he came to Asgard, to go much smaller than he was now was too uncomfortable for lonf periods of time, and he only did so around humans. As it is, he walked along with his nose easily reaching her elbow height and he chuckled as Shion’s feet sometimes involuntarily tapped his nose.

He paused and put his nose through the balcony to see the view of below, when the twins came rushing towards them. He stood leant as far back as possible, taking Freya’s lead. He gasped at the sight of Magnus. With his black hair and obvious mischieviousness, this boy reminded him of his father completely.

“-Take after you?” he swallowed. “In - um, energy? Liveliness?” He trotted after the children and put his snout round where they’d disappeared to. His tail wagged. “I should love to talk to them about father,” he said, walking back to Freya.

@xxashes-rebornxx​

[xxashes-rebornxx]

“All of the above!” The Mother chuckled in response to Fenris asking how the children were like her. “Though I must admit they get an equal share of Mischief from both me and Loki.” She’d add before continuing down the corridor, eventually coming upon an ornate Cedar door with a Phoenix emblem engraved into it.

“I’m unsure why they felt the need to have two separate offices; but when the two of us were building this house Loki built two offices. One for them and one for me.” Freya explained as she fumbled around in her pocket for a moment - a difficult chore given she was still holding Shion - before eventually retrieving a key with a similar Emblem as the one on the door to unlock said office.

“As you can probably tell, this one’s mine.” Given the array of warm Reds and Oranges decorating the room it was , in fact, quite obvious whose office this was. Besides the color of the wallpaper though the room was chock full of objects to keep oneself busy. A desk and a computer - which didn’t appear nearly as used as the other items - sat on the far end of the office while a sewing machine and some colorful balls of yarn sat beside a bookshelf and cozy looking sofa.

@fenrirsonofmischief

[fenrirsonofmischief]

As they walked along, Fen made playful little snaps at Shion’s feet, making little ‘grrr’ sounds between chuckles and nosing the child’s soles. He stopped at the door, listening to Freya’s comments about the room behind it. “You truly do have a beautiful home, Freya,” he said thoughtfully, as he inspected the woodwork from top to bottom. As she opened it, he had to take moment to adjust to the firey decor. “-And an interesting one, too!”

He began to walk around, looking at things. Every now and then he glanced back to check it was ok to continue, in case there was something private he shouldn’t approach. “Forgive me,” he smiled, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a room like this. The colours.. “ to Fenrir, each object had its own energy, its own aura. He could tell what hadn’t been touched in a while. The computer looked cool and bland, and its desk hardly much warmer. But the sofa emitted an energy like warm, gentle laughter. He went across and leant his head on the arm of it, wagging his tail.

“Is this like your own den?” he thought it funny to use that word. He trotted over to the balls of wool, pushed his snout into one and looked at Shion with what now looked like a red, bulbous nose. “What do you think, Shion? Suit me?”

@xxashes-rebornxx

[xxashes-rebornxx]

“Given how much time I spend in here it may as well be.” Freya would giggle at Fen’s question. “I actually work as New Asgard’s Head Seamstress so while much of my work is at the castle I do like to work from home at times. Some of those Yarn balls are fresh from Asgardian market.” She’d explain, both Mother and Child laughing at Fenris-the-red-nosed-wolf’s antics.

“As Noble-looking as ever, my dear!” The Goddess would get out between chuckles. “Shall we move along then? It’s a big house after all.” She added with a big smile before moving to exit the office, standing in the hall once again.

The next door over from Freya’s own office was a door with what seemed to be a snake motif in the wood, similar in nature to how Freya’s office door had a Phoenix engraved in it. “As I mentioned before, you’re Father built two offices so we’d be able to keep our work separate.” The Goddess explained as she carefully pushed open the door to the secondary office.

Behind the door was a room that could probably be considered the exact opposite of the previous room. Whereas Freya’s office was filled with warmth this room was incredibly… chill. The walls were coated in a layer of emerald green paint and the bookshelves were absolutely overflowing with books. Meanwhile - unlike Freya’s office again - on the desk sat a laptop that looked to have been used quite recently.

“Can you tell I spoil them?” The goddess would chuckle whilst eyeing up her Spouse’s overcrowded bookshelf. Many of the books were from Loki’s own collection, but many of them were gifts from Freya. “Perhaps I’ll have to get them a new Bookshelf soon…”

@fenrirsonofmischief

[fenrirsonofmischief]

As Fen followed her to the other office, he thought about the name “New Asgard”. He had never been involved in the new state, and the word ‘Asgard’ sent a little shiver down his spine. He wanted to ask more but didn’t want to turn to such serious topics with the child there, lest the adults’ change in mood were picked up.

“Seamstress?” he raised his eyebrows with interest, “you mean, you design clothes?” he winked at Shion and added, “does father still wear those ridiculous capes, Shion?”

Although he had hesitated at the door of Freya’s office, here, at his father’s door, he felt nothing unnerving. The room called to him, as though his own father’s voice were there, calling to his canine son.

As Fen entered, his eyes glowed silver. He panted, taking in all his father’s scents. He swallowed, embarrassed, as he realised just in time that he was actually salivating. He caught the end of Freya’s comment on books and turned to look over the great bookshelves.

“Some of these are very old, I can tell,” he mused. Some of them indeed, he spotted, were bound in leather from creatures no longer in existence, wiped out in wars long ago. Their scents were still present, if he concentrated, so he didn’t.

“Ah, look at those patterns...” he grew slightly larger to reach farther up the shelves, and ran a paw along a collection of books with what he thought might be Norse patterns on the spines. “I love the old Norse patterns. I missed them so much when I was..... when I was away.”

He caughed, and reduced in size again, looking at Shion with a smile, hoping he hadn’t scared him. “Don’t worry, little one. Just a bit of magic.”

“You said they were away on work? Are you able to tell me more?” He drew alongside her to speak quietly, keeping and keeping his tone light for the child. “I haven’t been to this new Asgard before. I was banished from the old one. I would like to ask them if there would be room for me in this one. But I don’t know anything about how it is run.”

@xxashes-rebornxx​

#sorry for delay

[ghost-from-hell]

Nikon D5100 220.0mm · ƒ/5.3 · 1/500s · ISO 1250  By  Wildfaces

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Beautiful.

[woodelf68]

Give puppy skritches?

[fenrirsonofmischief]

It’s a while since I was called a puppy but I do so love a good skritch, yes please.

[historyarchaeologyartefacts]

26 000 years old footprint of a child next to footprints of a wolf/domesticated dog, Chauvet cave, France, [960 x 860]

Source: https://reddit.com/r/ArtefactPorn/comments/bzpruh/26_000_years_old_footprint_of_a_child_next_to/

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Ah yes. My sister and I, out for a stroll.

[storiedheroes]

fenrirsonofmischief‌:

Fenrir’s eyes narrowed as he listened. “Ssshhhield?” he snarled.

“I have encountered them. So has my father!” He began to pace quickly to and fro, stopping and spitting words to himself as he chewed over what he had been told. “Subject?…… Numbers?… to a wolf, a wolf… what…. Subject!” One word stood out from all the others: monster. Fenrir and his siblings had been labelled monsters by the other gods.

He turned, to reassure, “You are not a monster. That much I do know. Come, I’ll bring you to my den.” He turned and walked towards a gap in the trees, looking back to check that he was followed. “Do you really not have a name?” he asked, gently. “Come. If you really don’t, you should choose one for yourself. For now, I shall call you Vaskr. That is Norse, little one, for brave.”

@storiedheroes​

He padded slowly after, mulling over the demigod’s reaction, tail low between his legs. “Name is relative.” he murmured. “I feel neither label is fitting of my current self.” 

“Brave?” he shook his head, ears flopping. “I would hardly call it bravery. Survival instinct, maybe. Or sheer spite.” he continued following Fenrir’s tracks, the sheer size of the pawprints dwarfing his own. “I’m not quite sure why I fought back after a while.” 

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Fenrir’s brow furrowed as the other wolf caught up to him. “To be here, is brave.” They walked on, Fenir’s comments marking out their pace. “And for you, after all.. that, to be anywhere is brave. To not give up, brave...”

It didn’t take long to reach the den. The path through the forest took twists and turns and they even had to duck through a tunnel, where a stream had once run through the roots of a large clump of trees. At last they came to it; a cave.

Fenrir stopped and looked at his companion. “It isn’t so rough looking inside, little Vaskr,” he chuckled, “Come on.”

The look of the cave itself was an illusion. As they reached they passed the entrance, the illusion fell back into place behind them, disguising Fenrir’s true den: a long, light, open space. Furnishing spread around; the skins of deer for floor covering, fleeces for large beds. An open fire, with a spit where meat was already cooking. He would eat raw meat when he had to, but had developed a taste for it steaming and rolled in spices. A fresh water pool ran along one side.

He checked the meat. “I would say another tem minutes and it will be perfect.” He looked to the newly named Vaskr. “Come over, make yourself comfortable.”

@storiedheroes​

#sorry I didn’t see your update!

[storiedheroes]

fenrirsonofmischief‌:

Fenrir took several steps backwards, wary. He wasn’t shocked by the other wolf’s shape-shifting, but hadn’t expected it.

“How can that be?” he asked, “DNA from where? No one has taken anything from me- not for centuries.” He began to circle him, snout down, watching and sniffing.

“Well one thing is for sure; that impressive trick of yours has an effect on your energy. Your aura has changed.” He stood face to face now with him now. “And I must warn you, as true as my promise not to harm you is, if I myself am harmed, I quickly take it back.”

He sighed. “Well,” a smile began to spread across his muzzle. “Would you come back to my home? Rest? Eat? Whatever is the truth, we need to speak more. And you look exhausted, eh, do you have a name?

@storiedheroes​

He let Fenrir sniff him out, standing perfectly still. “I am not here to harm. That much I swear. I just wanted answers. And perhaps a brief sanctuary.” he responded honestly. “Perhaps I am a bit hungry,” he admitted, a rumble in his stomach confirming the words. “Eating was not quite a top priority on my way here.” He took a half-step forwards. “That depends. Were you one of the scientists who ‘raised’ me, my name would be Subject 006. Or 006. If you were a SHIELD agent, my name would be Winchester. Neither fit me much anymore, but then, nothing else quite does either. Or, if you prefer ‘murderer’, ‘monster’, and ‘devil’ have also been used at various times.” 

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Fenrir’s eyes narrowed as he listened. “Ssshhhield?” he snarled.

“I have encountered them. So has my father!” He began to pace quickly to and fro, stopping and spitting words to himself as he chewed over what he had been told. “Subject?...... Numbers?... to a wolf, a wolf... what.... Subject!” One word stood out from all the others: monster. Fenrir and his siblings had been labelled monsters by the other gods.

He turned, to reassure, “You are not a monster. That much I do know. Come, I’ll bring you to my den.” He turned and walked towards a gap in the trees, looking back to check that he was followed. “Do you really not have a name?” he asked, gently. “Come. If you really don’t, you should choose one for yourself. For now, I shall call you Vaskr. That is Norse, little one, for brave.”

@storiedheroes​

[xxashes-rebornxx]

Hello, my dear *a tall, black wolf walks to you, settling a few feet in front you, sits and briefly bows* Freya, yes? I remember you. Do you remember me? FenrirSonOfMischief

“Fenris!” The Fiery Goddess exclaimed in a warm and rather cheerful tone of voice. Before continuing to speak she knelt ever so slightly to be at eye level with the large canine. “I’ve missed you, my dear, how have you been faring?”

[xxashes-rebornxx]

“I can’t see why she wouldn’t, Fenris.” Freya would soothe, carefully shifting her touch to briefly rub the wolf’s chin. “After all; who could ever reject such a sweet muzzle such as yours?” The Phoenix goddess said with a smile before pulling away slightly.

“Come now; why don’t I give you the grand tour? I’d imagine it’d help calm the nerves to know your surroundings better, hm?” Freya suggested before standing from the sofa and collecting Shion in her arms so the toddler could come along for the journey as well.

@fenrirsonofmischief​

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Fen closed his eyes as she rubbed his chin. No one had done that in a very, very long time, but she trusted him. Even though she scarcely knew him, she hadn’t been afraid to touch him near his enormous teeth. He felt as though a weight had pulled at his chest, warm, and strange.

‘A friend?’ he thought. ‘No more than that?’ but he shut down the thought. No point in lingering there.

“A tour would be a great idea. Thank you. I’m really curious, actually!” he said, quickly getting up. He made to walk to the door with her but stopped short as she paused to pick up the child. “Hello, Shion. You’ll be joining us, yes?” he smiled, and waited by the door, ready to follow.

@xxashes-rebornxx

sorry for the delay

[xxashes-rebornxx]

The toddler in Freya’s arms would babble cheerfully at Fen’s words, clapping her tiny hands as best she could while being held near her Mother’s chest. “You’ve seen the downstairs for the most part, so perhaps it’s best to show you the upstairs and work our way down.” Freya commented as she made her way up the stairs where a sort of indoor balcony was, wrapping around the wall and leading to several different rooms.

Almost as soon as the two of them reached the second floor the sound of racing footsteps could be heard rushing down the hall towards them. “Woah, look out!” The Phoenix Goddess would call out as she essentially plastered herself against the far wall as a girl with Golden hair and a boy with black hair rushed by in the midst of some sort of game.

“Frigga, Magnus, what did I tell you about running indoors?”

“Not to do that. Sorry Mom!”

And with that the two siblings would rush off to a room out of Fen’s and Freya’s view. “Those are Loki and I’s twins, Magnus and Frigga. I think they take after me in some more obvious regards…” Freya would chuckle softly as she turned to look at Fenris once again.

@fenrirsonofmischief 

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Fen followed them out of the room and soon put himself alongside  Freya. Although he always shrank himself when he came to Asgard, to go much smaller than he was now was too uncomfortable for lonf periods of time, and he only did so around humans. As it is, he walked along with his nose easily reaching her elbow height and he chuckled as Shion’s feet sometimes involuntarily tapped his nose.

He paused and put his nose through the balcony to see the view of below, when the twins came rushing towards them. He stood leant as far back as possible, taking Freya’s lead. He gasped at the sight of Magnus. With his black hair and obvious mischieviousness, this boy reminded him of his father completely.

“-Take after you?” he swallowed. “In - um, energy? Liveliness?” He trotted after the children and put his snout round where they’d disappeared to. His tail wagged. “I should love to talk to them about father,” he said, walking back to Freya.

@xxashes-rebornxx​

[xxashes-rebornxx]

“All of the above!” The Mother chuckled in response to Fenris asking how the children were like her. “Though I must admit they get an equal share of Mischief from both me and Loki.” She’d add before continuing down the corridor, eventually coming upon an ornate Cedar door with a Phoenix emblem engraved into it.

“I’m unsure why they felt the need to have two separate offices; but when the two of us were building this house Loki built two offices. One for them and one for me.” Freya explained as she fumbled around in her pocket for a moment - a difficult chore given she was still holding Shion - before eventually retrieving a key with a similar Emblem as the one on the door to unlock said office.

“As you can probably tell, this one’s mine.” Given the array of warm Reds and Oranges decorating the room it was , in fact, quite obvious whose office this was. Besides the color of the wallpaper though the room was chock full of objects to keep oneself busy. A desk and a computer - which didn’t appear nearly as used as the other items - sat on the far end of the office while a sewing machine and some colorful balls of yarn sat beside a bookshelf and cozy looking sofa.

@fenrirsonofmischief

[fenrirsonofmischief]

As they walked along, Fen made playful little snaps at Shion’s feet, making little ‘grrr’ sounds between chuckles and nosing the child’s soles. He stopped at the door, listening to Freya’s comments about the room behind it. “You truly do have a beautiful home, Freya,” he said thoughtfully, as he inspected the woodwork from top to bottom. As she opened it, he had to take moment to adjust to the firey decor. “-And an interesting one, too!”

He began to walk around, looking at things. Every now and then he glanced back to check it was ok to continue, in case there was something private he shouldn’t approach. “Forgive me,” he smiled, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a room like this. The colours.. “ to Fenrir, each object had its own energy, its own aura. He could tell what hadn’t been touched in a while. The computer looked cool and bland, and its desk hardly much warmer. But the sofa emitted an energy like warm, gentle laughter. He went across and leant his head on the arm of it, wagging his tail.

“Is this like your own den?” he thought it funny to use that word. He trotted over to the balls of wool, pushed his snout into one and looked at Shion with what now looked like a red, bulbous nose. “What do you think, Shion? Suit me?”

@xxashes-rebornxx

[tlmtwelve]

Norse Mythology November, Day 22: Fenrir (Fenris Wolf, Fenrisúlfr)

[fenrirsonofmischief]

Nice!