I AM… YOUR KING: a-big-bad-wolf: the-goddess-of-mischief: I AM… YOUR KING:…
I AM… YOUR KING: a-big-bad-wolf: the-goddess-of-mischief: I AM… YOUR KING:…
I AM… YOUR KING: a-big-bad-wolf: the-goddess-of-mischief: I AM… YOUR KING:…
She covered her ears, trying to ignore everything. Loki was lying…Loki was lying…
She started to cry. She had only been happy for such a short time, Fenrir seemed perfect. He seemed to really love her, and she knew she loved him. Here was Loki, telling her everything was a lie. Yet Fenrir was not even trying to defend himself. She slid from under the table and ran, ignoring everything. She ran all they way home, collapsing on her bed and letting the sobs take over her body.
Out of the corner of his eye, Fenrir saw Casey run away. Something inside him suddenly ached, but it quickly grew to rage. Rage directed at Loki. “You ruin it! You ruined everything!” He yelled. “I finally had something I enjoyed in life! I FINALLY HAD A LIFE!” He charged as Loki with intent to kill. He gnashed his jaws at the god, eyes wild.
“I am only doing what I think is best for you.” He smirked, blasting a forcefield his way, knocking the wolf backward. He grinned as he pulled his hands out, conjuring up the legendary chains. “Trust me… my son… this is all done for your best interests.”
Fenrir was thrown back. The blast weakened his size, shrinking him to his normal large size rather than gigantic. He let out a soft whimper and hoped Loki didn’t hear. When he saw the mystic ropes, he quickly got up. What would he do? “You would betray your own son?” He hissed at Loki, backing away from the god and is ultimate weakness.
Loki could not help but smile at the wolf as he became submissive towards the power he had over him.
“Yes. Yes I would.”
The god of mischief disappeared from his son’s sight, vanishing. He rematerialized behind Fenrir and pulled the chains around his neck, pulling him close enough for him to whisper in his ear.
“I believe this would be the time when I get you out of my way.”
Loki wrapped his other arm around him, holding him still. His eyes glowed a bright green as the two of them faded from Midgard.
He had something very special in mind for Fenrir.
Fenrir’s eyes closed tight. “Where are you taking me? What are you doing?” He demanded. He squirmed in Loki’s grip. How was the god suddenly more powerful? At least, it seemed that way. He whimpered as they arrived outside Asgard.
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Fenrir howled out, pain controlling him. His body shuddered and shook. He was panting and tired by the time the spear...
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