#lokison

[accursedichor]

"Did you miss me, God-Healer?" "We fought yesterday, Malekith."

I've had this in my wips since August of 2025 😭 and am happy to finally finish it!!! I love these boys so much. Enemies and lovers.

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[ravenlking]

Duo Magic

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 "You two have the potential to combine forces. Don't let your silly rivalry get in the way of true greatness. Take it from someone who's lived centuries."

part of the astrid lokidottir/perseus lokison series! warnings: none a/n: please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

"That ends our lesson on 'Duo Magic'. For homework, I wish to see a five-hundred-word essay on the types of magic that can be duo-ed and also a brief summary of what we have covered in class today," Perseus stated before tapping the board with his staff. Immediately, the letterings melted away to reveal the emptiness of the board, as clean as if no one had touched it.

The quietness of the classroom was engulfed by the busy chattering and laughter of the students. Groans from exhausted students went unheard; many considered this class to be half-heaven, half-hell. It had been a long, information-filled lesson today, not that any of his lessons weren't like that. Perseus flicked his wrist and his classroom cleaned itself, grumbling under his breath as he spotted leftover stationery, forgotten by careless teenage mortals. His wintery magic danced around the classroom; the chilly breeze lifted the dust and flicked it into the trash can. Chairs were automatically dragged in, gently clicking against the table when the woods met. His beloved classroom was clean once more.

Slow, but steady footsteps echoed against the ice-covered floors. Perseus watched with an indescribable look in his eyes as two interesting, yet starkly contrasting students exchange a look before heading his way. The god hummed as he pressed a hand under his chin before staring into two pairs of eyes - one covered with a guarded wall around his soul while the other had eyes of steel that hid the lonely soul.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Rosehearts and Mr. Ashengrotto?"

✧༺♥༻∞

Riddle fiddled with his fingers as Professor Lokison stared at him. There was something unnerving about his gaze - as if he was able to see further into his eyes and then scan his own soul.

"Professor Lokison," Riddle began. "I feel...weird recently."

The professor hummed as he leaned against his desk, gesturing for him to continue.

"Ever since you began teaching 'Duo Magic' for the past week, my fire-oriented spells have been acting...peculiar," Riddle closed his eyes. Within his soul, he felt the flames flicker and cackle, even more than usual with Azul Ashengrotto by his side. It urged him to work together with the sly businessman, although Riddle had absolutely zero intentions of getting closer and working together with him. "Around Azul, they seem to...be alive. They perk up whenever I'm around him."

Riddle's eyes widened as a sudden thought came to him that he never pondered upon.

"Don't tell me that I'm in love with him!"

Azul whirled around with an equally panicked look on his face. Riddle's statement seemed to make sense, well in his opinion.

"According to studies, a fluttery feeling means that you are in love!" Riddle heard Azul gasped and grasped the edges of the table. Pleadingly staring into Professor Lokison's eyes, the silver-haired student begged out: "Professor, tell me it isn't true."

Professor Lokison was silent before a strange noise came out of his mouth. He faced the side, hands raising to block his mouth as Riddle realized - he was chuckling.

Why?? Can't you see Riddle is in distress?!

"Mr. Rosehearts, Mr. Ashengrotto," their professor chuckled. Strangely, Riddle could sense that their usually-glacial teacher was much more warmer right now. He folded his fingers over each other, facing them with a miniscule smile on his lips. "Rest assured, you two are not in love. Although..."

A mischievous glint could be seen in their professor's eyes. "Might there be something you haven't shared?"

"Of course not!"

"Never!"

The two students spat out, eyeing the other with hidden malice. Riddle's fingers tightened around each other before their professor spoke again.

"How curious...you say your flames feel more alive and potent, Mr. Rosehearts?" He hummed, tapping his fingers against the desk. His eyes, seeming more like shards of ice, faced Azul. "And I presume your water-based spells have a similar reaction, Mr. Ashengrotto?"

Azul nodded.

"It's like whenever I cast them, they feel more powerful," The silvernette explained. "Around Riddle, they tug at me to...be together with him?"

Riddle felt a grimace take over his mouth. Does the self-proclaimed, sly businessman not have any other words instead of 'be together'??

Professor Lokison coughed, successfully gaining their attention once more. He leaped off the table before reaching for his staff.

"If the two of you would stand behind me," He spoke before lifting his staff. Riddle and Azul's eyes widened before doing as told, exchanging hidden glares as they were forced to "huddle" together behind their teacher. Riddle felt himself get colder the more he was closer to Professor Lokison; a strange chill enveloped his body. Goosebumps raised across his skin.

Professor Lokison stabbed his staff into the ground and with gasps, Riddle watched as the entire classroom transformed into a clear space; the walls were covered in a frosty layer of ice while the floors remained their glacial appearance. There was no desk or chair in sight, it was as if they had melted away.

"This is..." Azul breathed out. "extraordinary."

Riddle saw their teacher smirk before he leaned his staff against the table. He snapped his fingers before two dummies appeared, roughly a few meters away.

"I'd like you two to cast your strongest respective elemental spells and observe what would happen," Professor Lokison lectured.

Taking a deep breath in, Riddle and Azul simultaneously cast the greatest spell in their inventory. Roaring, scarlet flames escaped from Riddle's ruby pen while ocean waves crashed out from Azul's lavender pen. They collided in mid-dance, swirling around each other like a dance. Steam hissed as the flames and waves approached one another and the room suddenly felt more humid.

"My word..." Azul breathed out, hands slack against his sides. Riddle echoed his shock and sentiment. In all his years, he has never seen such a thing...it was awe-inspiring.

Clapping brought them out of their awe-induced stupor. They snapped their head to their professor and to add to their shock, he was smiling.

"This was beyond my expectations," Professor Lokison gave them a smile. "Mr. Rosehearts, Mr. Ashengrotto, you have unlocked a rare spell technique - duo magic."

"Duo-Magic?" Riddle mumbled. "Like what you have been teaching us?"

Their professor nodded. "It seems as if your powers have grown to a point that they are able to not only be casted, but pull on the other person's magic to enhance their strength. With this technique, the amount of magic strain on your body is lessened, as well as the amount of blot accumilated will decrease."

"But I would have to work with...him," Azul turned to Riddle. The ruby-haired student could see an eye twitching but he hid it well with an emotionless face. Riddle, too, scowled, crossing his arms and let out a little huff.

Professor Lokison frowned.

"You two have the potential to combine forces. Don't let your silly rivalry get in the way of true greatness. Take it from someone who's lived centuries."

Riddle tightened his grasp on his pen, making up his mind.

"Azul," He forced out. Holding up an arm, a part of him laughed at the shocked look in Azul's eyes. "I will put away any hatred and malice feelings I have towards you. And I assure you, I will do my best to peacefully work with you so we can grow our potential."

A business-like smile grew on Azul's face before he shook Riddle's hand. His grip was strong, Riddle thought.

"It's a deal, Riddle," Azul smirked.

Professor Lokison let out a loud laugh. For some reason, these two youngsters reminded him so much of Loki's and Thor's rivalry, and that thought made him feel more at home in this strange world.

"Can I expect you two to meet me in my classroom every Monday for practice?"

"Of course!" They chorused before glaring at each other from the side.

sneak peaks into their lessons!

azul: FOR SEVEN'S SAKE

azul: JUST CAST THE DAMN SPELL ALREADY!!

riddle: WELL, I WOULD BE CASTING ALREADY IF YOU HAD ELIMINATED OUR ENEMIES LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD

riddle: FIVE MINUTES AGO!!

professor lokison: *sips tea*

professor lokison:

professor lokison: was the students of night raven always this lively?

azul: RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS-

riddle: AZUL ASHENGROTTO-

[elementroar]

The Mighty Valkyries #5 (2021)

- The Mighty Valkyries (2021), I take it back, current incarnation Loki still a shitty father/grandfather figure all things considered.

Though his grandson does morph into his wolf form so large that HE EATS A MOUNTAIN AND A DRACOLICH. And that’s not his full power or size.

So yeah, maybe Loki has a point...but said-grandson is still an innocent soul who didn’t even kill anyone after being released from the hole he was chained in since he was a pup. Hell he even lets Loki go after swallowing him! A ‘make-your-own-monster’ situation if there was any.

Not sure how I feel that Marvel hints that Jane Foster and More are interested in each other. I know she and Thor aren’t a thing anymore, and she’s a Valkyrie, but uh, the conversation of being interested in the grand-nephew of your ex Thor, is...beyond complicated at that point.

[pagingmrsabbot]

“You’re finally home” / “I’m finally home” from the prompt list? Please 🥺 💕

You're Finally Home

Characters: Loki x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Loki had been gone for a long time, far to long. The news you had though you couldn't just tell him over the phone.

ANNOUNCEMENT: I'm having some trouble writing one of my requests and I really needed some fluffy Loki in my life today. I enjoy trying to do these with GIFs kind of gives me some insperation. I am fully enoying the feed back and the love that I am getting from my writing. I never in a million years actually though that people would enjoy my writing. Thank you again so so much.💚💚💚

Loki MasterList

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It had been forever since Loki had been home with you, it felt like forever it had one been a few months. He had gotten called off by Stark and the team to help with a rescue mission. It had given you enough time to come to the fact that you were pregnant, that you were carrying his child.

You heard the Quinn jet land in the bay as you jumped up to your feet. Your heart raced. What would he say? You had never talked about kids, then again you never really said anythjng to prevent it from happening either. You ran up the stairs two at a time. As you walked into the opening he was getting off of the jet.

He stopped when he seen you taking a small step back there was no mistaking the small bump that had started to grow under your shirts. You could see tears spring to his eyes, his hair whipped around his face. Thor came behind him and shoved him forward with a huge smile on his face.

You took a step forward followed by another before you realized you were running to him jumping into his arms. You clung to him as if he would disappear and buried your nose into his neck and cried. His arms encircled your waist as he pulled you as close as he could like he was trying to make you one.

"You're finally home." You cried still holding onto him.

"Yes my queen, I'm finally home. I dont plan on leaving anytime soon either." He placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed the top of your head.

"If you haven't already guessed, I have some news." You smiled up at him, taking and plackng his hand on your belly.

"Its not very hard to miss. You look beautiful as always though my queen." He smiled back before dropping to his knees to kiss your bump. "I love you more than life my child." He whispered.

"Lokison." You tucked a peice of hair behind his ear looking down at him with a smile.

"Lokison." He whispered happily.

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ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I honestly dont know why but I just have a soft stop for Loki having a son. Him being amazed that he has someone to carry his name (Lokison) it always makes me just fill all happy.💚💚💚

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[darkacademicfrom2021]

The Dark Team (part 3 S2)

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Warnings: adorableness and Jötun Loki. There's a little bit of angst but honestly it doesn't compare with what's to come so idk if it's even worth it putting it here.

A/N: There are some dialogues in old norse, and some words are not translated directly in the text for fluidity of the narrative, so if you can't guess it for context, you can find all definitions in this list https://oldnorse.forumotion.com/t8-basic-phrases, which is a short list that I used SO MUCH, even in season 1.

Credits to whoever did this amazing gif. Sorry Idk who you are.

“Narfi! Come on, man, it’s not funny like this!”, complained Peter as he searched through every single place his nephew could’ve hidden for the fifth time. “You’re not supposed to use magic to hide, dude!”.

“What’s the matter, Pete? You lost my kid?”, you teased him while reading the news and sipping a cup of coffee. Loki could not hide his smirk when he saw the wide-eyed panic face washing over Peter’s face.

“No, no! I didn’t lose him, we’re just… we’re playing hide and seek!”.

“And you haven’t found him yet? It's dawn already”, said Loki, furrowing his brows, still with his signature smirk. When you and Loki decided to tease Peter, he just knew it was gonna end up badly. “Did you lose my four year old, Parker?”, he asked, and this time, his voice went gravel and rusty, threatening, and Peter shivered out of terror.

“No, sir! Absolutely not! I’m just, uhh, I just…!”.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WHAT’S GOING ON WITH GRAVITY IN HERE?”, interrupted Tony’s yells all the way from the lab to the kitchen. Peter looked at you and Loki and ran away as fast as he could.

“What have you been teaching my child, Mischief?”, you scolded him. Loki laughed.

“Just some innocuous magic, pancake. Nothing too terrible”.

“Playing with gravity in a radioactive laboratory is not nothing too terrible”, you said, sighing and getting up to solve that mess. “I’ll go get him. I could use someone who can hit the brakes on his magic, just in case”, you suggested, and Loki nodded and followed you.

As soon as you walked into the lab, the first thing you saw was Tony, Peter and Bruce, all crowded in a corner with two umbrellas around them. Peter was hanging from the corner of the roof, about to turn on the fire extinguisher and throw it around. Things were flying, as if gravity wasn’t a thing anymore, and Tony was the only one who seemed to be actually enjoying it.

“Hold up, spider. What are you doing?”.

“We’re… thinking Narfi might be here”.

“And… fire?”.

“Well, is… is he invisible?”.

“No, he’s not”, intervened Loki, crossing his arms.

“Then how come he’s causing trouble and he’s nowhere to be found?”.

You threw an annoyed look at Loki and whispered, “seriously? The last thing we need is Narfi knowing how to become invisible. Why would you…?”.

“I didn’t teach him that, I promise”, he said, as confused as you were. “Look, he must be hiding behind furniture. Peter, just… don’t throw firefoam at my son, would you? Narfi, sweet, where are you? Come here”, he called him, but Narfi didn’t appear. Instead, a snowball flew violently to his face.

Loki stood in place, snowball melting over his now blue and patterned skin, and sighed in annoyance. You looked at him, about to say something snarky, and he raised a finger to shut you up. His Æsir form came back immediately, as if he wiped off some makeup.

He walked around the room in complete silence, and everyone went dead quiet, trying to understand what he was up to. Another snowball flew to him, but this time, he catched it. He surrounded it with green lights and sparks and it soon drew a stroke of lights, like a map guiding him to his son. He followed it and ended up in an empty corner of the lab.

He sighed and turned around with his lips pressed up in a thin line, shrugged and said,

“Well, he’s very clearly not here”.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he quickly turned himself in his Jötun form and growled animalistically against what used to be an empty corner. His invisible son appeared out of thin air and screamed in terror at the red-eyed giant that had found him and appeared to be about to attack him.

Narfi ran all the way up to you, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. You took the boy in your arms and hugged him tightly against your chest, covering his ears. You frowned at Loki, who was proudly transforming back into his Æsir form and walking towards you.

“Are you out of your…?!”.

“Didn’t you need me to hit the brakes?”, he interrupted you before you could even complain about it.

“Hit the brakes, not terrifying him. He’s not used to your true form”, you growled.

“It did work, did it not?”,

You sighed and uncovered your son’s ears. Loki smiled tenderly at him.

“Look, it’s just daddy, okay? He won’t hurt you, see?”, you told him in a whisper, and Narfi looked at Loki like he hadn’t been there before. "Daddy would never hurt you".

“Never, ever, ever, my boy”, he assured him, and extended his open palms. “Want to come with me?”.

“Was that you, pappa?”, asked Narfi with a crack on his voice, while Loki took him in his arms and wiped a tear away from his face. “How did you do that?”.

“I’m just cool like that”, he said, and Tony and Peter giggled like idiots at the pun. “That’s why you can hit me with snowballs you form out of nowhere. I can do that too. And when you grow up you’ll be like that too. All blue and...”.

“Noo! That’s ugly!”, said Narfi, denying with his head.

“Did… did you just call me ugly?”, said Loki with an exaggerated offended tone, hand to his chest.

“Well. Not ugly… but scary”.

“Oh, I can be a lot scarier than that. Don’t try me, son”, he teased, pressing his nose with a finger, like pressing a button. Narfi laughed with his tiny and adorable laughter and you wanted to kiss his cheeks forever. What a sweet and chaotic son you managed to raise. “And now, tell me. How did you do that?”.

“Do what?”, he played dumb, just like he did when he ate his uncle’s poptarts. But you and Loki could see through it, unlike Thor, who would just melt and accept everything he said.

“We’ll talk about it later”, said Loki, voice deepening to give seriousness to the matter, and Narfi opened his eyes and swallowed in nervousness. A kid caught causing mischief. There wasn’t any doubt he was, indeed, a Lokison.

That night at dinner, Bruce was more silent than he usually was. Picking at his food with a look of resentment against Loki, and you did your best to ignore it, helping Narfi cut his food in little pieces. Loki did not.

“What’s the matter, Bruce?”.

If he hadn’t said it with a grin, Bruce would’ve even believed it was a serious question.

“What’s the…? Are you seriously asking what’s the matter?”, he snapped, and everyone on the table looked at him bewildered. “Your kid keeps messing with our experiments, Loki. And he can’t control his temperature yet, so even him being inside that lab already alters a bunch of chemical reactions in process”.

“Maybe you should lock your lab better”, muttered Loki.

“You know your kid teleports! You taught him that, don’t play like an idiot!”.

“You did what?”, you joined the frustration. “Loki, we talked about him being too little to know those dangerous…”.

“Oh, come on. One complaint at a time”, said Loki, rolling his eyes. He looked at you first. “Listen, pancake. I wouldn’t teach him anything that would put him in danger. He’s barely able to teleport from one room to the other. I have no idea where that invisible thing came from, honestly. I don’t know how to turn invisible, myself. Ah. Talking about it, Narfi. Would now be an appropriate moment to ask?”.

Narfi’s mouth was stuffed with food, but that didn’t stop him from ranting desperately, mixing languages and confusing everyone on the table except for you, Loki and Thor.

“Faðir, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. Gørið þit svá vel, believe me. Fyrirgef þú”.

“How do you know how to do that, Narfi? Don’t lie to me”, he tried again.

“Ek veit þat eigi”.

“Don’t lie”.

“I’m not!”.

“Loki!”, called Bruce, once again. Loki and Narfi stopped their argument to watch how they managed to upset all of the compound’s scientists at the same time. He sighed.

“Narfi, please apologize to Banner and Stark”.

“No, listen to me”, interrupted Tony, talking directly to you. “You need to get your kid and Loki under control”.

“And me?”, asked Loki. “What do you mean getting me under con…?”.

“Alright”, you got up from the table. “Narfi, to your room. Also, we don’t speak old norse on the table if there’s people that don’t understand, darling, you know that. Take your dinner with you. Tony and Bruce, I’m sorry about this, I promise he’ll behave and be away from the lab from now on”, and stopped on your words to pass a hand through Loki’s raven locks. “And we will figure out how Narfi is learning all of those…”, you started saying, but as you said it, both Loki and you looked over at Thor with both realization and disapproval.

“What? You mustn't think I know seiðr, right?”, he said with innocence.

Loki walked up to Thor’s side and sat by his side with a menacing look on his eyes. Even Thor gulped.

“Have you been taking my son to Asgard without my approval, brother?”.

Thor sat upright on his seat and raised his eyebrows, trying to compose a calm and mature façade.

“Well, he is my nephew and he has a right to see his grandparents if he wants. He’s been asking, you know”.

You sat back on your seat, knowing very well this was going to be a long night. Everyone on the table got up and left, including Bucky and Tony, who were no longer up for the sibling rivalry drama like they always used to be. You shifted the weight on each leg uncomfortably, but rapidly tried to hide your anxiety.

“And what exactly makes you think you could possibly do that without us knowing?”, he started, lowering his tone of voice and checking Narfi was not around. But, in all honesty, how could he know? His son now was able to turn invisible. “You and I lived a very different version of Odin, but you know perfectly well why I wouldn’t let my son anywhere near that monster. Not without me guarding him and protecting him”.

“Brother, you’re overreacting. Odin wouldn’t do anything to hurt his grandchild”, said Thor, throwing his hands in the air, diminishing Loki’s words.

“I’m not overreacting. Thor,”, he said, and this time he had to take a breath to compose himself and keep his voice down “what do you think the Asgardian Allfather would do to his half-jötun, half-midgardian grandson? Give him candy and call him a Little Prince? What do you think happens through his mind when he sees him? Narfi can’t even control his own image, he shifts between jötun and midgardian all the time without care; and with good reason. He sees no wrong in himself and that’s exactly how it should be”.

At that point, rage boiled in his face and you walked over to him and placed your hands on his shoulders. He visibly relaxed under your touch and caressed the back of your hand to let you know his gratefulness. He still had a piercing look against his brother.

“Thor, you overstepped, big time here”, you stated calmly, with eyes that wore the words with care, not hatred. Thor needed to understand why Loki was being the way he was. “Remember why Loki and I lost so much time together. Odin has… a different view about us than you do. You know it even better, I’m sure”.

“Come on, Thor. You and I know both not even now you’re totally alright with Frost Giants anyway. You were ready to kill them all in one evening. Or should I say, kill us all?”.

Thor didn’t say anything, but he avoided eye contact. He stayed pensative, staring at his palms and not being able to articulate his thoughts yet. Finally, he nodded and brought his eyes back to his brother’s.

“I apologize, Loki. Although, if you must know, Narfi does really enjoy being with Mother”.

Loki sighed and placed a hand on Thor’s knee, patting it with tiredness.

“We know. Frigga comes to visit him almost every weekend, to our knowledge, in our eyesight, without Odin, and much less being in Odin’s realm itself. Did I mention I make sure even Heimdall’s aware my child mustn’t be anywhere near Odin?”.

“You really don’t see how this could be a loss for him?”.

“Yes, a loss of abuse and trauma, that’s for sure. Even though it might shape some personality on him, I think he already inherited my own and doesn’t need even more”, he said in a sarcastic tone.

“Aren’t you even a little curious about how Odin was with him?”.

“Yes. I’m sure it’ll make me rip his other eye off. Tell away”.

“Okay, I think it’s enough for now, guys”, you said, caressing his shoulders. This time he didn’t relax much. “Narfi must be expecting you in his room, love. Why don’t you go talk to him?”.

Loki contained all of his anger towards his brother and looked at you with all the gentleness he could master at the moment. He kissed your forehead and left the place, walking directly to Narfi’s room.

Narfi was sitting on his bed, food untouched over the little desk and an uncontrollable trail of ice all the way from the doorframe to his feet. His normally black hair had now white strands —it happened from time to time, his appearance fluctuated yet he didn’t seem to know how to do it consciously yet. He looked at Loki in the eyes, and Loki crossed his arms, laying on the doorframe.

“May I come in, Narfi?”.

“Yes”.

Loki walked in and sat by his side on the bed, willing to listen to everything Narfi had to say. But his son’s first words were,

“Fyrirgef mik, faðir”, I’m sorry, father.

He wasn’t sorry, he was ashamed. He was ashamed of things he shouldn’t be, Loki thought. And he wanted to stop everything that could make Narfi self-conscious in the way Loki did when he was a child. Loki knew that he could only filter so much, that the realms were bigger than he could truly protect him from, but it still wasn’t enough of a thought.

Loki passed a hand around his back and caressed in circles.

“Allt er gott, mǫgr”, it’s alright, boy.

But this wasn’t something to talk about yet, Loki thought.

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[victory-girlfriend-and-mischief]

So we know how Narvi and Vali could be like Thor and Loki of the next generation but what about their cousins? What about a super-done Magni and his sister who idolises Brunnhilde and the Valkyrie? The four of them meeting and rolling their eyes when the adults start to reminisce about the good old days of Asgard.

Thrud and Narvi doing Get Help.

Thrud and Narvi doing Get Help.

[ailxnn-tblr]

• Loki & Jör Lokison Lewis *･⸙͎.*˚

[warpriest-writings]

Delirium of the Wolf.

    Darkness, so deep. So hard to breathe. Help me, Father! The chains keep me. It was supposed to be a game, it was supposed to be fun. Tyr, I’m sorry, I was just afraid. The earth shakes and I know my father suffers, why hasn’t Thor saved him? Is Thor okay? Has the battle started without me? Soon they’ll come back for me, soon my chains will be undone. Soon. Soon. Soon.

    Preface:

    Long ago in the holy realm of the Aesir gods, and their village of Asgard, before Svadilfari was hired to build walls worth of the god village, three children were born to the Jotnar Loki, blood brother of Odin, and the wise woman Angerboda. Powerful, wonderous children, triplets fated to rend the very core of the world tree. Jormungandr, Hela, and Loki’s first born son, Fenrir. 

    Often lovers, Loki and Angerboda split soon after the birth of their children, but as a token of their love Angerboda agreed to allow Loki his firstborn son to reside in the Asa realm that Loki was so fond of. Ages passed, and the children of Loki grew, never seeming to stop. Jormungandr felt the call to the seas, where he could grow outside the sight of the gods. Hela was granted her own realm as domain; no one is quite sure how she managed to convince the Allfather to grant that boon. The Eldest son, Firstborn Fenrir the Asa-warg grew proudest of all, mighty on the field of battle alongside the Aesir. Fostered with the First Asa king, Tyr, who taught the wolf god the secrets of fighting and walking like a man.

    Unknown to Fenrir, Tyr, and his father, Odin Borson the wandering King of Asgard, performed a dreadful resurrection of a Volva, a Seeress, who told Odin of ancient secrets and futures sins, and of a truly awful battle, a war that will shake the world tree to the core and be the end of the gods. A prophecy with Fenrir at its heart.

With his dark secrets, the Allfather returned to the Asa village with machinations, and schemes. The Allfather began testing the wolf, sending him to die in increasingly dangerous missions, only to hide his frustrations behind toasts to the Lokison’s might. When it was evident that the wolf could not be slain by mere troll or even dragonfire, Odin then began crafting magic chains and cages to restrain and banish his bane. Time and time again the proud wolf broke his chains and the Aesir began calling him Fenrir Chainbreaker.

“Nothing can bind me!” the Wolf would boast.

“Nothing?” Asked the dwarfs of Svartalfheim when the blacksmiths had failed Odin too many times.

“We have bound him in all the strongest metals and alloys known to the gods.” Odin explained his plight, “Nothing can hold that which I need in bindings most.”

To this Sindri of the Ivaldi clan had a terribly clever glint in his eye, “What we need is a chain that isn’t. If nothing can hold the wolf then we make a chain out of nothing!”

And so the dwarfs got to their craft, collecting all the materials that didn’t exist to fashion their rope that needed to be made out of nothing, and many tales will claim roots of a mountain, the spittle of a bird, the beard of a woman, but the reality is beyond the explanations of men, barely understood by the dwarfs and utterly unknowable to the gods who above all else are beings of consecrated reality.

Open, the sons of Ivaldi named the ribbon, or Gleipnir, as came to be known to the men who settled in northern Midgard. Open was passed from Sindri to Odin, who called an assembly of the great asa warriors gods who became renowned to the tribes of men, his sons Thor, Baldr, and Heimdallr, Tyr but not Loki.

“Great Wolf.” Odin spoke merrily, “Today I have a new test of your great strength, a chain even you will certainly be unable to break free from!” 

But the wolf looked upon Open and found a deep unease within, as the chainless chain looked no more than a simple ribbon. Fenrir knew already he was trapped, at least in one sense. The great Aesir warriors looked upon Fenrir and Open with some confusion, an amused befuddlement and he hated them for it. The wolf looked into Odin’s eye and knew the Allfather challenged not only his strength but also his pride. “I will allow myself to be tied in your newest binds, Allfather.”

Odin grinned, “Wonderful, Thor, Baldur take the ch-”

Fenrir growled and the Asa gods held stiff, “If, one of you places your hand in my mouth. I shall rest your forearm between my teeth tight but without breaking skin, and when I break free I shall release.”

The gods stood, silent, stoic and showing no emotion.

“No volunteers? Why not, this is but a sporting game?” The wolf grinned.

“I will do it.” Tyr uttered.

Thor’s stoicism split to a wide grin, “That’s the spirit!”

Fenrir relaxed, “Then...let us begin.”