Bringer of Sorrow

  "The gift of foresight was not one I got. I just got hyperactivity and stubbornness. But I like not knowing my fate. Keeps life exciting. So what brings you here?"

     "You are very honest as well. That is a quality I find quite admirable.          I come here because I wish to visit my children every century or so."

  "I am not running from fate—- Nor anything else. I am well aware of what is to pass. I sacrificed much to gain that knowledge. I know that fate cannot be stopped by my hands.”

     "And yet you cast my children out, or bind them.              What is that, if not fear of fate?"

  "Bo. Okay. Nice to meet you, Bo. Now what were you saying about my fate? Or fate in general?"

     "So you do not know your fate?        I would not spoil it for you.        Knowing one's fate rarely does any good.      But it is nice to meet you as well."

  "Agri— Angri— Do you have, like a nickname, or something simpler? I mean, I know all about have an unpronounceable name. I’m Stiles, by the way. Well. I’m called Stiles."

     "You can call me Bo, Stiles."

  "Now that is something I do not hear everyday… Who might you be?”

     "Names are powerful things to know, son of Loke, but you may yet have use of mine. I am called Angrboða."

  "Indeed I am. Hopefully, that fact will not be used against me."

     "Loke and I are on friendly terms, if you would believe it."

  "…Are you talking to me?"

    "Yes, but to know one's fate is a gift unwanted, I assure you.                 I am called Angrboða."

  "They have had my heart from their first breath. I would serve no other."

     "They held my heart at a similar time... though I am ill-suited to servitude. I am glad they have someone to look after them."

  "I don’t intend to give him one. His screams’ll deafen most of the Nine by the time I’m done with him."

     "Relish every moment when it happens, for we may all be gone when it is over."

             ”I would rather have a hand in this destruction             then mourn alongside you while I watch my              children die.”

     "But we already have, Frigg.       We are the ones that bore them.       We are the harbingers of destruction."

  "I am no woman. I am Fylgjur. And I serve my Hounds for it them to whom I am bound."

     "But you chose them, did you not?"

  "It’s an Æsir trait. Mani might as well live in their golden halls. A short hunt’s no fun. Neither’s a quick death.”

     "He does not have the courage of his kinsmen, that is certain enough. Cowards do not deserve a clean death, ulfr. You know this better than most."