Vision returned to him as they arrived at their new destination. Looking around there were roots. Roots that were so big in size they but the size of Fenrir to shame. Loki had brought his son to the great tree, the same tree that Odin had bound Loki to many years ago. The god laughed as he thrust his son down by the chains that were around his neck. He slammed him across one of the roots, placing a foot on the wolf’s chest. “You will never learn, will you?” he spat.
Fenrir let out a loud whimer as his body connected with a root of the tree. “No…I will listen to you! Do not bind me!” The large wolf begged. He didn’t want to be bound again. Not to these roots. He did not wish to follow in his Father’s footsteps.
Just like Loki, Fenrir was being bound to a tree by his own father.
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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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