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the goddess of night, stopped pacing; turning swiftly on her feet, she glared at the stubborn child in the room with her. if looks could kill. ❛ You will respect me ! as I will you, but you were not taught manners. — You behave like a child, who is having a fit, because he can not get what he wants. now; if you will kindly shut your yammering trap. I can think. ❜ she did a sarcastic bow of her head, with a smirk lingering across her ruby veiled lips. as she went back to pacing, and now thinking.
Fenrir was already angry at the woman's flippant attitude became almost paralysed with rage. "No I wasn't taught the airs and graces of polite society..." He couldn't go on his tongue was stilled in his anger. Fenrir and his siblings had been taken away from Loki. Taken away from all they knew. Thrown to the winds. Only Hela grew up civilised. Fenrir and his brother were more wild. Less inclined to be respectful. He glared at the woman and then turned away from her. He was likely to open his mouth if he continued to look at her. He sniffed the air tentatively and then glared. "What are you even thinking?" He asked eventually having gained some control.
"Make me!"
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❛ You do not, yell at me — boy ! you must have patients, which of one you must not have - nor posses. ❜ the goddess said, her anger boiling to the tophe was much - to his ability like Loki… sadly. she sighed, and paced frankly; waiting for a outcome to this dastardly problem.
To say that Fenrir was annoyed was a massive understatement. He glared at the woman before him his face dark with rage. His muscles twitched with barely controlled anger. "I'll yell at you as I please! You don't have any control over me." He said with a snap. He did not be controlled. He despised that.
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Loki’s early morning travels increased in frequency afterhe had donned the disguise of Odin. He found the throne stifling, suffocating, and so after four or five in the morning,he fled the royal bedchambers unseen in the form of a magpie. And then he lit in the deep woodlands outside ofAsgard, outside of all civilization, he went to the Ironwood,and he ran and ran and ran and ran barefoot as a changelingboy, and hunkered down and became a wolf, and ran and ranand ran and ran more. And when at last he was too exhausted to run any further,he fell against a tree, and he rolled in the moss and mud and strove in vain to bury himself alive, and when eventhat did not work, he quelled his soul by s i n g i n g . And it was one morning, just after dawn, that Loki concludedthis mad cleansing ritual, and eased into female form, and sang like a woodland siren, like a mother, a MOTHER, waitingfor her babies who were gone, gone, gone … . And she sang until weeping caught in her throat and madethe noise as the cry of whales off an icy coast at daybreak. She wept a lullaby for her children, unaware that one of themwas already drawing near …
Fenrir had heard the sound and had decided to follow it. He had been looking for his brother but the sound distracted him. When he saw who was singing his heart broke. He had no idea she did this. He approached her with a sense of sadness. He placed a hand on her shoulder and then gave a gentle squeeze. "You sound so heartbroken when you sing. I don't like that." He said to her. He really didn't like his mother to sound so broken. He stood besides her. He looked in direction she was. He then wrapped an arm around her. He wondered if he should tell her where Jor was. It would be something that would hopefully cheer her up. Something to make her a little happier. "I know where my brother is. I think...I think he's ready to see you again." He whispered.
He didn't know if this would make her more upset or cheer her up a bit. He took a deep breath. "I can't leave your side while you're like this." He said softly. There was something vulnerable about her that he did not like. Clearly whatever she was doing she wasn't settled with. He could smell the mix of emotions from the woman. He was silent now. He didn't know what else he could say to her. He just hoped she would be alright eventually. "I take it you don't have long before someone goes looking for you?" He asked his voice showing just a touch of disappointment. He didn't want her to go but he couldn't be selfish.
He knew that she had other duties to take care of now. He had heard things from the others as he snuck around Asgard and the other realms. He had the gift to walk the branches of the tree. He would hate being stuck in once place.
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Pale rays peppered the forest floor, giving the plants a silver gilt edge as she searched for solace among the unfamiliar landscape. There was a restless itch beneath her skin, a need to wander she could not cure with her usual haunts. It was as if the very stars mocked her tonight and the heavy limbs overhead offered their protection to her. Only errant drops of moonlight lit where her silent steps carried her. The usual twilight song of nocturnal creatures surrounded her, beast and insect undisturbed by her presence. Artemis moved as swift and fluid as any river but without any true course. She was content to wander even as the forest grew thicker and quieter. Tree trunks seemed to grow closer together here, crowding out traces of the moon as if there was a secret to be kept between them. Curiosity nipping at her heels, urged her deeper into the dark. Her slender hands reached out to touch the solidness of the bark as she went. It provided no guidance but added a measure of calm to her tense nerves. Smooth skin ran over the rough husks easily but then the sensation of something silken under her fingers made her stop. Frozen and staring into the inky darkness, the blonde called out before she could stop.
“ Is there someone out there? Show yourself. “
Fenrir heard the voice of the woman. He let out a soft growl. He couldn't move very much considering he was bound. All he'd be able to do was make a lot of noise. he sniffed the air tentatively. This woman, who ever she was, happened to carry godly blood. What's more she had the blood of the moon in her too. It was something he'd recognise any day considering one of his sons was to devour the sun god and one the moon. He quickly switched forms to his human form. No matter what form he took he was always bound. He couldn't escape the dwarfish bonds. No matter how he struggled. He'd bitten Tyr's hand off and it had still not helped him in the slightest.
He knew that he would need to vocalise human words. He wondered if the woman would understand him at all. "I cannot move. I'm bound in this spot. As much as I would love to." He said with a slight hint of amusement in his voice. He did not have his father's silver tongue but he did have a good sense of humour which helped him. He would go mad otherwise. He did have a companion every now and then. The goddess was kind to him and in return he became rather protective even if he could do nothing to protect her.
He wondered if this woman could free him from the bindings. Gleipnir had kept him here for many centuries. He was sure no woman could break them. The chain had been made by the dwarves out of six impossible things. "Perhaps you should come to me and we can talk." He suggested with a hint of longing in his voice. He was bored and he desired a break from the monotony.
"You hit me once, I hit you back."
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"Is that a threat Thor?" Fenrir asked with a growl in his voice. "You really shouldn't tempt me." He muttered with a glare. He could understand why his father thought Thor a bit pig headed. It was rather true.
Rage. Vicious, un-tempered, uncontrolled rage seized the Rex’s limited mind, beating back any other thoughts, leaving only a blinding aggressive hatred of the creature before her. How dare this puny being attempt to threaten her? How dare it stand there, in her domain, and bare its fangs in her presence?!
She stomped forward, her massive body causing the ground to tremble faintly with every step. In all her years of living, the old beast had never been defeated outright. Not by the humans, not by the raptors, not even by the hated usurper, who sought to steal her throne from the rightful Queen. She would not allow this act of insolence to go unpunished!
Her blood-stained teeth flashed as she opened her jaw wide, another thunderous roar erupting from her throat as she approach. If the wolf did not want to fight, then he had better run and flee now!
For a moment the wolf froze unsure of his actions. However he was as stubborn as the rest of his family. He wouldn't easily back down from the challenge she was laying out towards him. He sniffed the air and then paused. The smell of the creature and blood almost overpowered every scent in the air. It disgusted Fenrir more than he would care to admit. He was a wolf by nature but the blood he smelled was as unnatural as the creature before him. He growled faintly. To show he wouldn't leave. His eyes were holding some malice but also showed his rather calm nature. He would save his skin if he could do.
He wasn't sure how he would do that but he would. He wanted to make himself much lager but that would attract Odin and his ilk. He was at a disadvantage in such a small form. It would be worse if he was in his human form. He didn't know what he could at the moment he had to think fast though.
Fenrir decided he would have to risk it. He would have to change to his natural form. His true self. This form was mild to his real self. He welcomed the change. The muscles altered. He became as large as the creature before him. His eyes glowed with a fierce energy. His maw was red with the blood of the god Tyr. He couldn't ever clean himself of that grievous crime. He was at least now able to challenge the creature before him now. The growl clearly showed that.
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Loki’s children were his life’s breath; the one soul who had ever shown the God of Mischief kindness was his own adoptive mother. To bear Sleipnir, Fenrir, Jormungandr, and Hela, to nurse and counsel them, and above all to protect them regardless of the pints of blood that Loki might shed, were all a tribute to Frigga’s loving legacy. Decades ago, Odin had TORN the Trickster’s babies from his breast, and exiled them while a handful of years old, all to the tune of an obscure prophecy that they might bring about Asgard’s ruination. Gentle Jormungandr was said to devour golden Thor; retreating, shy Hela would reign over the dead and damned in insurgency against the living; and feisty, disgruntled Fenrir would consume the Allfather himself. Loki had wept, pledged, and BEGGED his father to reconsider; “MOTHER OF MONSTERS,” the populace already called Asgard’s youngest prince, but it was a disgrace he’d wear as a willing cloak if he were only permitted to continue raising his children within the realm. (And when Odin issued a counter-threat–I will take their lives in infancy, if you do not comply with their imprisonment–Loki was forced to YIELD. Thus was broken the HEART OF A MOTHER. ) So it was with hungry jubilation that Loki welcomed a scrying spell–conjured the moment his children were taken away, to alarm Loki if ever one of them broke free–telling him that his wolf pup roamed a nearby woodland. As he neared a dense, musty canopy of ancient oaks, Loki assumed his female form: the first form in which Fenrir had ever known him. A loose pale green gown hung off her softly curved body, her black gale of hair flying, storming, behind her in long slashes of ink. She stopped short of her son, and demurred with folded hands to his RAGE.
“I came,” she spoke simply, in a smoky contralto, “because I love my pup, and have long worried after his welfare. Hello, my Fen.” She maintained respectful distance, permitting Fenrir to decide what transpired next.
Fenrir heard what his mother told him and paused. She admitted that she loved him. It was a hard thing for him to swallow. He had loved her most dearly but he had little memory of her. Just pain and suffering in bonds. He had ripped off Týr's hand when he'd finally been fettered down. He was angry and resentful. He was always tempted to preform his duty and slaughter the All-Father but he didn't. He had family and people he had to protect and he rather liked his head on his shoulders. "If you were so worried about me, why did you never come to visit me? They kept me bound. I was in pain crying out to you. You never came." He said with a bitter tone. He didn't mean to sound bitter but he couldn't help it. He had been alone in the world until he was visited by Lofn.
However his anger fizzled quickly. He had been so desperate for family and he didn't want to push her away. His body language relaxed and he wrapped his arms around the woman. He caught a familiar scent and the small happiness they had flooded back to him. He felt his throat constrict just a little but he soon gained control of himself. He moved away and then kept the woman in his eye sight. His face actually broke out into a smile and he was rather happy to see her and to be near her. Though he still felt some anger boil in his stomach. He hoped that he wouldn't be caught again by Odin. He didn't want any more scars. He wondered if she had seen any of her other children. His face became a little thoughtful but soon smoothed.
He took a deep breath and then smiled softly. "Did you go to the others? Poor Hela needs company other than the damned." He said softly. "What of Jormungandr?" He asked. He licked his lips and then looked up at the sky. He heard the loud rumble of thunder. He wondered if Thor had followed. The thought made a vicious sneer come to his face. "I hope he's not coming down. I can't bare that. He's a hard headed oaf." He said with a slight sneer. The sneer turned into a smile that was almost like Loki's. He crossed his arms over his chest and then sniffed the air. It was heavy with thunder and ozone.
It was a smell he didn't like. Thor had been there the second time he had been caught. Simply watched as the All-Father sliced his flesh attempting to find his mother. Of course Fenrir couldn't answer having not seen her since he was a puppy. A mere child. His warm brown eyes were settled on his mother and he felt a little more comfortable than he had done for many years. He shifted his weight and then glanced around him. "Lets go somewhere out of the weather and more comfortable for us." He said. He felt like being in an enclosed space.
When the weather was like this he felt a lot more comfortable indoors despite his wolfish nature. He put up with it because it offered him shelter and kept him out of sight for the most part. "I'm still not ready to forgive you but I'll give you a chance. You deserve that much." He said with a smile.
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"Damn it, Loki!"
“What?” Loki growled, turning to glare at the other coldly. “What did you expect from me?”
Loki sat back in his seat, eyes narrowing as he watched his son, sensing the disappointment in the other’s voice. “And how am I supposed to give you that?” Loki questioned, watching Fenrir for a few moments before finally standing. “I have tried to fix what I have done, I have tried to repent for my actions. I have raised my daughter in peace, done everything in my power to keep her from the same fate that Odin forced upon you and your siblings!”
As he spoke, the Trickster had approached his son, barely holding back the anger filling him. “I tried for years to free you, and I failed. I will not fail you again.”
To say that Fenrir was angry was an understatement. He was furious. He had to bite back his anger though. He didn't want to cause any further arguments with his father. He had nothing in the world but his family and he needed them now more than eever. "Odin is a bastard. One day I will separate his head from his body. It's him who caused my hell." He said his tone was rather angry. He sighed and then looked at his father. "I have no doubt you won't fail me again. It's not me who's the most stubborn. Have you spoken to Hela? Jor?" He asked with an arched brow. The serpent was the most stubborn. He did communicate with his siblings as often as he could.
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