The soul of a lone wolf approached a dark Goddess. “Hela…”

“Fenrir?” She seemed surprised, or at least, as surprised as she could seem. She examined him, circling him. “I was expecting you sooner.”

“You were?” His face was blank. “I do not know if I should be insulted or what…” He took a few steps closer to the woman. “I would like a favor.”

“I already know what you seek from me.” A smirked curled her lips. “What will you offer me in return for the deed?” She stopped circling him.

“What do you want?” Fenrir watched her still.

“The soul of the God of Thunder.”

“…” Fenrir’s eyes widened. “Do you not have Loki pursuing him already?”

“You and I both know that no matter how twisted and morbid Loki’s mind becomes, he will never be able to cut down his brother.”

Fenrir thought a moment, looking down at his front paws. He took in a breath and returned his gaze to Hela. “I shall send Thor’s soul to your gates if you return mine to my body in Asgard.”

“If I do not hold the Thunder God’s soul in my hands in one Midgardian month,” Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. “It will be your soul I will keep.”

“Very well.” Fenrir agreed to the commitment.

The Goddess smiled confidently. “Know this, Lokison.” She lifted her hands as they began to emanate a light in their palms. “I am far from merciful. There will be no exceptions to our agreement.”

“I understand fully.” He swallowed the small lump in his throat. She sent the light towards Fenrir. It covered his body and sent him away to his body in Asgard.

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Fenrir took a breath of air, gasping. His wounds were now gone, but his fur was still bloodied. He physically winced as he remembered the fight and betrayal. He pushed these thoughts away as he began to struggle against the chains, hoping to get free. The last time he was bound, he was weak and unable to break free. Now the wolf was stronger. Much stronger. He pushed himself harder and harder. The links of the chain groaned with the pressure. Soon a link snapped and stretched apart and the wolf roared with pride. More links broke and he was finally free again. He stood, grinning and panting.

He ran towards the nearest portal to the other worlds. He reached one and launched himself in, not stopping his run. The wolf got a bit sick and dizzy from the trip. As he arrived in that small town in Midgard, Fenrir took a moment to calm his stomach and to get his footing back.

While he sat recovering, he went over his choices. His best choice was to get Thor out of the way. The sooner the God was dead, the better. This was what should be done first, but…He really wished to visit Casey and see if she was okay. He hoped she hadn’t gone with Loki again. Fenrir thought more as he began approaching the town in human form. He decided seeing Casey was best to be done first. He needed to make sure she was safe from his Father.