ferryingthemoon has met with Chaos
Fenrir knew of Mani’s role in the grand scheme of Yggdrasil, his servitude to the Aesir he so despised as a mouthpiece to report to them the happenings across the Realms that he deemed important. Had he met with Heimdall, there would have been little hope for silence, given the Gatekeeper’s solemn oath to serve the Allfather as long as there was breath in his body and report all there was to see to him, but the All-Seeing One was far too preoccupied with guarding the Bifrost to meet with the runaway wolf, danger to Asgard or not.
Fear, in all it’s innate, primal, glory, was as good a fetter as Gleipnir had been, if not better. Terror and trepidation would hold the moon god’s tongue, this much Fenrir knew, though how long for was a different question entirely. Far too many were foolish enough to cross the Fenris Wolf, perhaps Mani would be proven to hold a shred of intelligence after all.
"Really?" he drawled, allowing a mocking variant of surprise to colour his expression as he raised his eyebrows. "An’ here I thought you spent your nights runnin’ from my son because it’s fun.”
"Fun not to be disemboweled, or swallowed whole, sure," Máni replied with a nervous retort, wringing his hands for a moment before he wetted his lips with his tongue. His lips felt quite dry at the moment, and he knew the familiar taste of fear on his tongue.
Either Fenrir or his son Sköll would devour his sister, and he was not in the mood to test if Fenrir might devour him as well. Wolves, bloody godsdamned wolves. What was it with wolves and wanting to ingest celestial bodies, anyway? The prophesies gave no mention of what might happen to Hjuki and Bil at Ragnarök, but Máni was certain that he did not want to find out, so testing Fenrir's patience was probably not the best of ideas.
"So, erm, just to be clear... telling Odin that you're free would likely get me... eaten... yes?"
