Bound by Glepnir

"I am bound by my own heritage, tied to heel by Glepnir for my transgressions. I will kill Odin for what he's done to me." [Indie!RP blog for Fenrir. This blog is entirely based in Norse Mythos, though will and can play out of other verses, such as Marvel, Supernatural etc. Mun and muse 18+, Semi-selective. PLEASE READ ABOUT PAGE FIRST.]

[tyrgodofjustice]

“I know.” The sadness in Týr’s quiet voice was unmistakable. “Just as you have had years to nurse your hatred of me, so have I had that time to consider what I did that day.” He moved away to sit at the base of a tree, leaning back with a sigh. Although his face was youthful, the god’s eyes now showed the weight of all the centuries he had lived. “I let myself believe what Odin told me: that it was for the good of Asgard, that I was demonstrating my loyalty to my king and the Realm Eternal. But now I understand that what I did was betray you, betray myself, and make a lie of my purpose as a god. There was nothing of justice in what we did that day.” Týr was silent for several long moments, his gaze distant, but when he looked back his weary blue eyes fixed on the wolf’s wounded leg that was seeping blood onto the ground. “I will tend that, if you wish.” He nodded toward the injury.  “Someone should.”

[hrodvitnirunbound]

"Centuries."  He snapped angrily.  Years his ass.  He'd spent centuries chained there.  Centuries by the years of this place...wherever here was.  He'd watched so many seasons pass, gone almost completely feral in the fact that he'd had no one in contact with him.  He watched the exhaustion in Tyr's eyes with little care.  Tsch.  "What you did was fo the best.  Allowed to develop, my power would have rivaled my father's...though I can guarantee you one thing, Tyr.  I WILL kill Odin now.  That man has stolen everything from me.  You would be better leaving me bound."

However, the next thing he knew....the other offered to tend his wound, "That wound is pointless to heal.  It'll always be a debilitating scar.  Not to mention the fact that I'm relatively sure your Seider doesn't extend to healing infection."

[dottirxflight-blog]

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✧ — Thrud heard the voice as nothing but a mumble, barely able to make out her cousin’s words as she rolled her self in a ball. The pain in her stomach twisting and turning as if a knot was in the making and it burned like the fire on iron. Once again playing with the magic she still had understand nothing about and it hit her like the bricks and she wasn’t about to tell the truth of the mischief she had gotten herself into. Not to anybody. All she could make out was the simple two words."It hurts."

[hrodvitnirunbound]

"..." Staring at his cousin, the illusion could SMELL the mistake she'd made. Could easily tell that she'd tried to play with a type of Seidr that she was not familiar with. Shifting backwards, a small frown curved thin lips, "That's your own fault." It was callous, but there was real concern there, "You should not be messing with magicks that are not originally your own, Cousin." A sigh escaped him and he finally walked towards her, sitting down, "Channel it. Down into the earth."

[helreginn]

Confronted by the shape of a man most knew to fear, Helja gaped unashamedly and with craned neck. She knew before either handmaiden or manservant uttered a word that her brother came to her, shrouded in unkempt visions and tangible dreams.

"Fenrisúlfr," she enunciated deliberately, her small face just barely seen through untamed locks of pale chestnut hair, "I’m glad to see you again." 

[hrodvitnirunbound]

Fen made a face, knowing that who he was seeing was seeing his sister.  The sister that he'd only seen in moments of dream like this.  A small smile curved his lips, a hand reaching out to wave, "Hello, dearest sister."  He could not touch her.  Even in this state, he was only a being of illusion.  Or, in the current case, dream.  Head canting aside, he offered her a cocky smirk, reminiscent of their father's own, "It is good to see you as well."

[storiedmischief]

As Fenrir sat Loki relaxed slightly. That was good, it meant the wolf was a little more at ease. Still wary, but at the least not poised to immediately attack. He’d won some trust. It was encouraging. At Fenrir’s word - he couldn’t even call it a statement; just the one single word, so broken it was clear that the wolf, at least, had stopped developing mentally probably about the time he’d been imprisoned here - his eyes saddened and flicked to the injured leg for a moment, then he shifted a step closer and knelt before the wolf.

“Já. Ég vil hjálpa þér, Fenrir.” he paused a moment, taking in again the emaciated state of his son, then called on his seidr, dragging two of the already-gnawed-upon carcasses close. The conjuring that followed took minor effort as he shifted them to a pair of fat bucks, freshly slain and still warm. “Þú hlýtur að vera svöng. Vinsamlegast eta yður sadda.”

[hrodvitnirunbound]

He listened to the familiar language, understanding that the man had intent to assist him in some way....However, at the same time, he was finding it hard to believe.  Why would someone want to help him?  He was a monster....the creature to bring about Ragnarok...The beast that would kill Odin.  So he'd been told all his life.  However, his reverie was cut short as he noticed the scent of FRESH kill.  Blood....warmth...and a smell that lit a flame inside him.  Within a moment, the male surged forwards.

He had to devour them!  His maw buried deep in one of the bucks, teeth tearing through the flesh of it.  The taste of fresh kill was so unfamiliar to him...but it sated a lust he'd not known he'd had.  A lust to fill a constantly starving belly....and now, he let himself simply indulge.  Gods, he'd missed this....

[maerrlygi-deactivated20151201]

A sort of unidentifiable visage ruled expression’s throne as the trickster approached the lupine beast with slow, precise caution. A slight title of the head, narrowed eyes of deep green watching, watching with shrewd contemplation.

He bent down low so that he was eye level with the wolf from what he deemed to be a safe distance, and from there he would attempt interaction, if said wolf was able to comprehend spoken language at all. Of course, he hoped so, how disappointing it would be to have an illiterate son.

           ”Fenrir…Fenrir Lokison.

                    Beast.  

                                Monster.

Tell me, is that what they call you?” 

[hrodvitnirunbound]

There was a momentary look shot at the man, as though he thought him a fool.  He UNDERSTOOD language just fine..however, having been chained to this gods forsaken place since he was only a child...his mind had never grown beyond.  He was halted...at least as the Wolf.  His own Seidr allowed for further communication when he slept.  In the way the other bent down, he saw him as no threat,and slowly crossed his paws, laying down and letting himself drift off to sleep.

He had to speak to whoever this was....

Here....This is better.  The illusory form was clear, almost as though it was real.  The Seidr that was used to create it clear in the air.  His eyes were irritable, "Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot.  I can't speak properly when I'm awake.  But yes.  I am Fenrir, Hróðvitnir, Vánagandr, all these things. Who in Hel's realm are YOU?"

[hrodvitnirunbound]

muniinn

/Go away, bird./ It was a growl, low and bitter. Ah, Odin's ravens...such irritating creatures.

[lovegoodisms]

Ten Things I Hate About You -- Sentence Memes

[hrodvitnirunbound]

"Make anyone cry today?"

"It’s not everyday you find a girl who’ll flash someone to get you out of detention."

"Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want."

"Just ‘cause you’re beautiful, that doesn’t mean that you can treat people like they don’t matter."

"I don’t like to do what people expect."

"No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, *no* ritual animal slaughters of any kind."

"Tell me something true."

"Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?"

"We’ll dance, we’ll kiss, we’ll come home. It’s not quite the crisis situation you imagine."

"Well maybe you’re not afraid of me but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked, huh?"

"You don’t buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it."

"Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action."

"Wow, is this what a bar looks like?"

""Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns." That’s a direct quote."

"I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!"

"You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that?"

"I dazzled him with my… wits."

"You don’t always have to be who they want you to be, you know?"

[hrodvitnirunbound]

hatiandskollx

The wolf slept, bound as he was, and in such, the boy was sitting up in the tree, wondering idly at the figure that approached, "I would come no closer, sir.  Any further and the wolf may wake~."

[qceenmother]

             Fear was something she rarely felt, though              it was easy enough to see. Even through such              anger. “I do not bring harm—if that is what you fear.              I am not my husband.”

[hrodvitnirunbound]

/LIE!/  He snapped, fur bristling as he tried not to lunge at her.  No...Glepnir bound him too tightly, /Asgardian...Smell....Just like...him../

[hrodvitnirunbound]

maerrlygi

The scent, he knew.  The man that came with it...familiar, but not enough.  The questing mind of a child reached out, searching for the words...trying to find something to say, /Go away.../

[tyrgodofjustice]

Týr’s blue eyes lingered upon the wound where Gleipnir bound Fenrir and the god let out his breath slowly and nodded. "Then I will do what I should have done all those years ago." Týr drew his sword and advanced on Fenrir. Once near the wolf he raised the weapon and brought it down, severing Gleipnir in two and freeing Fenrir. His eyes lingered upon the bloodstained bonds as he spoke. "There is no apology, no reparation I can make for what you have suffered, but this I can do. If this brings about the Ragnarok, then so be it. No longer will I betray my nature and my purpose for the sake of prophecies and paranoia." He sheathed the sword and looked at Fenrir, but made no move to leave or put distance between himself and the vengeful youngling.

[hrodvitnirunbound]

What had just happened?  At the sword near him, the beast stumbled back, shying away, terrified.  However, despite all of that, there was the sound of the weapon severing the tie that had bound him since he was two years of age.  He felt the wound begin to bleed, the bond that still remained about his ankle now more free to let flow.  It was not right.  Backing away from the God, he watched him, throat rumbling in a warning growl.  He only understood a little of what the man was offering him, and the problem was?  He was not sure if he could decide like this.  And so, his response was to lay down, and close his eyes.  

It took only a few minutes before Fenrir was deep enough in sleep to project the form that was, though less solid, more accurate to his age.  

His shaggy, dark hair fell into his face, brushing into dark green eyes. "Why."  Now looking much as an Asgardian Youth would, he seemed only agitated, not murderous, "Why in Hel would you do such a dumb thing.  You're the one who helped Odin trap me here in the first place.  Awake, I have the brain of a CHILD. It's all because of YOU."

[storiedmischief]

Loki held his ground as the great wolf stirred and then stood. Fenrir’s size had been difficult to judge lying down, though he was obviously larger than any normal wolf. Now, standing before the trickster, Loki could easily see the threat posed by the beast. Fully as tall as he was at the shoulder, if Fenrir were in the prime of health he would be a fearsome beast. He was still incredible, but on a lesser scale. A mere shadow of what he should have been.

And then he spoke, fangs bared in warning. Loki made no move, save to slowly extend a hand, palm outwards. “Fenrir. Sonur minn. Ég er Loki.” The illusion had spoken of the wolf as if they were two separate minds, and until proven otherwise Loki would treat them as such. The wolf required a separate introduction, a different form of speech if he were as feral as the illusion had led Loki to believe. “Ég meina ekkert illt…Ég óska ​​eftir að hjálpa.”

[hrodvitnirunbound]

The bound wolf's gaze moved over the man he would have once called father.  He watched as a lithe form circled him, studying every inch of him.  Each scar, each rib that could be counted, the matted coat...All of the things that made up Loki's son.  A creature that was far less than he once had been.  Limping back slightly, he watched the hand, warily.  The voice...he knew the language...it was the language of his childhood. A language that he could not speak, but he understood it very well.

Taking a breath in, then letting it out, black ears flicked, and he slowly sat.  It was an accepting gesture, calm.  While he was still nervous, he was trusting this man.  Despite the scent, there was no indication that he had reason to attack. /...Help.../ That was the only part that the wolf could not believe.  No one could truly help, not with the pain he was in....not with the binding that kept him immobile.  Flexing his muscles slightly, as he lay himself down once more, he finally responded, /Fenrir./

[tyrgodofjustice]

"Fenrir." Týr’s voice was calm, a marked contrast to the Fenris wolf’s growl. He gazed steadily into the wolf’s green eyes, meeting hostility with acceptance. "I am glad to see you free." He turned his hands outward - one flesh, one the metal hand the healers had wrought to replace that he’d lost - and showed Fenrir they held no weapons. “Kill me if you must,” Týr said, correctly interpreting the rage in Fenrir’s eyes. “I will not stop you.”

[hrodvitnirunbound]

/Funny.../  Free.  Freedom was a joke, especially to him.  Turning slightly, he moved only enough to show Glepnir, still clinging to his hind leg, the fabric digging in tigghtly enough that he was bleeding, slightly festering.  The wound was painful...one he'd lived with since he was but a CHILD.  He was only their equivalent as a teenager...and yet Tyr seemed so...CALM.  It wasn't FAIR.

/Can't kill.  Stuck./  And his mental speech reflected that.  A child.  Nothing more....His mental age as the wolf had stopped when he'd been bound.  Only in sleep could he articulate.

[hrodvitnirunbound]

tyrgodofjustice

Hackles rise, green eyes narrowing, his paws carrying him back a few steps. THIS one. This one he knew. There was no forgetting the man whose hand he'd snapped off, the bones of which he kept tucked hidden as a trophy. He was not going to let Tyr get away...if he could,

                                                                /TYR./

The sound of it was cold, angry, dark. The Wolf was ready to kill this time.

[hrodvitnirunbound]

thunderswarrior

/Uncle/ A low growl, dark gaze. The infected ankle throbbing as he stared at the man  He knew Thor's smell, knew the thunderer to be the son of Odin.  Son of the man who left him here. In that, it was why Thor would take blame from his mind.

[lokishield]

Make Me Choose || Anonymous asked: Asgard or Midgard

[ofiinnocence-deactivated2015041]

If there was one thing Narvi was absolutely terrified of— it was dogs. The larger, the scarier. So upon seeing a wolf slowly approaching him, he quickly took a few steps backwards and tried not to panic. Dogs could smell fear, couldn’t they?

But…wait. Had the wolf just called him ‘Brother?’

"V-Váli? That isn’t you practicing magic, is it…?"

[hrodvitnirunbound]

/No/, His mental processes sounded like those of a child, voiced through the throat of a man.  At three times the sie of your average wolf, Fen knew he could be terrifying...but this boy smelled of kin, /Fenrir./