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.
“Do you honestly think all of your actions would go unpunished?” he grinned, practically laughing in disbelief. “If my own father taught me anything,” Loki sneered, “It is that no good deed goes unpunished.”
The god of mischief raised his hands slightly, controlling the chains with his power. He wrapped the legendary metal links around the tree several times, covering Fenrir, binding him with great force.
Fenrir growled loudly. “So…You plan to just leave me here like Odin did to you? Do you wish to follow in his footsteps?” He let out a whine as the chains tightened. “Do you plan to be the same person as one you hated for so long?” Fenrir was trying to convince Loki another way. Anything to escape this fate.
Loki continued to laugh at his foolish and misguided son. “Me?” he asked, “Following in the all-father’s footsteps?” He walked over to where Fenrir was bound hopelessly, standing in front of him. “You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” he smiled. “For me to just leave you here only to have you break free years later? Oh, no.”
The god of mischief stretched out his hand, summoning his spear, grasping it tightly. “I am far from the same person.” he sneered, pinning one of the wolf’s shoulder harder into the trunk of the tree with his left hand. “Odin is soft.” he scoffed. “He is afraid to take drastic actions that will benefit him in future. That will benefit all of us in the future.”
“I, however…”
Loki drove his spear up through Fenrir’s stomach and into his chest. The golden shine of the weapon becoming tainted with blood.
“…am not as weak.”
A whimper escaped the wolf again as he was pushed harder into the tree by the chains. “No…Loki…” He whimpered. “Father…!” Fenrir’s body shuddered as he let out a harsh howl of pain. He died down, whimpering more. His ears flitted back in confusion and hurt. Why did Loki do this? Why?
“Father…Why?” His whimpering continued as his body began to shiver, going into shock because of the wound.
He twisted the spear while it was still inside of the wolf and thrust it out, blood dripping on the roots.
Loki stared at his son with cold eyes, his hatred for his father and brother had finally taken a tight hold on his mindset, consuming him.
“You are no longer of any use to me.”
Fenrir howled out, pain controlling him. His body shuddered and shook. He was panting and tired by the time the spear left him. He let out a long quiet whimper that faded. His eyes closed as he panted, breathing heavily. But even that slowed drastically.
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