Spinning in his grip

His magic just vanished, I can no longer feel it. He is dead and I need his body.

One of the natives. The Egyptians and Greeks have been quiet and I don't see one of ours bringing him down.  Bear perhaps?

Where is my lieutenant.

The Coyote is gone?

"Because.."He answered, adding a long moment of silence  "Who else have I got to turn to, father?" Narfi finished, turning his gaze upon Loki. "I have been advised not to, seeing what had happened in the past. But.. Maybe now that my brother is gone, things might be different now." 

Felix gruffy mumbled under his breath, drinking deeply from his cup and glancing at the rain outside. “Some people need to ssimply learn to shut up.” He glanced around. “At least business round here hasn’t changed too much even with the last few months..”

"Luckily, no. The usual customers are no more but... They keep on rediscovering the place. I should be glad about that."

"No, of course not. Though it is in my best interest, naturally, to know their locations so that I might know if protection is necessary. If they have refuge in the sea, then I would be happy. The matter at hand is that I know not if their bearings could be considered safe or not, and so I worry instead."

Narfi wasnt sure either to hit the God or to agree with him when he spoke of his father. Despite all the times his father had let him down in the past and Narfi was murdered for his crimes, he loved him. Narfi had never been close to his mother. Instead he saw more of Thor and Sif than of his actual parents. But he knew that his father tried, but was he willing to drown in his own blood again for something his father would do wrong this time?

"You don’t find me intimidating?"

"Yes I do. But in a good way."

Narfi decided to leave his question unanswered, instead looking around to take in the area they were in. He had barely noted his father had turned away from him until he spoke again, turning his head to face him. The subject was one that was still sensitive to Narfi, for he loved his brother dearly. 

Ægir swallowed his sadness and shook his head. “I do not know where my daughters are, no. I hope to find them soon. Before the war begins.”

"Or not. Would you wish your daughters in this madness? We aren't exactly the strongest out there, maybe it is for the best. They might still be at Asgard, or in the sea."

"You’re not scared of me, are you?"

"No. I'm not."

And what is it that makes you so bold, child?

Must be my genes. I have a father just like it. 

I- It’s good to see you. I thought… Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re here.

You thought that with our brother's death, I would have been dead as well? Fortunately for me, I made myself known after his death. But I am glad to see you are still well, Fenrir. Tell me all you have done and experienced, I wish to know it all."

"I do kill people."

"Yeah.. But a lot do, so it seems."

"Yes, he is a rather fascinating human, isn’t he?" Ægir spoke with a proud tone. He was really quite fond of Andrei. "He knows that I’m here. He knows what I can do to him if he steps out of line, and best of all, he knows that he can’t fight back. I’d like to thank his employer for training such a good soldier." He paused, "It’s Ægir, Narfi. You remember me, don’t you? My wife is well, thank you." 

"Yes, I remember you. I spend a lot of time with your children back at Asgard. They are not here, are they?"