#ask fenrir

*watches a child cower into a corner*

“G-Get away from me!”

{ @forsakenmyths } || Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge headcanon prompts – status; accepting

“Naw. My little sister is the Goddess of Death. What do I have to fear from her? She loves me, at least, I think she does. It’s, uh, sometimes it’s hard to tell with her. She’s a little unreadable at times–most of the time, really, but I love ‘er and I’m pretty sure she feels the same. If and when I die, she’ll treat me well, make sure I’m happy and comfortable and all that.” 

He’d long since accepted that he would likely be going to Helheim whenever he passed away. His entire family likely would regardless of if they were “worthy” of Valhalla or not. Hel had a right to their souls, did she not? They were all her family, after all.

“Besides, with a life like mine, death ain’t worth fearing. I’ve been through far more hardships and suffering while alive than I ever could have faced after death. In a lot of ways, death might have been kinder than what Odin actually did to me.” Out of all of Loki’s children, Fenrir definitely got the worst of the treatments. Possibly because that stupid prophecy stated he would likely devour Odin? And the All-father definitely assured that Fenrir’s desire to do so intensified. By the Nine, Fenrir never would have wanted to drive his fangs into Odin if he hadn’t been treated like a monster, to begin with.

No..

          { @raidstombs }

♔—- “Yep, she pretty much is the best. I just really love her?” Fenrir answered. He wasn’t the best at voicing his feelings, but the way he lit up when he spoke of his step-mother spoke volumes. The love he developed for Lara was just as strong as the love he always had for his birth mother and his siblings. 

     “She’s been very loving and accepting of not just me, but Jörmungandr, Sleipnir, and Hel as well. That’s not really something any of us are used to, you know? She tries so damned hard to make us feel like part of the family and she succeeds, but for me… I think the thing I like best about her is that she’s not afraid of me. She has absolutely no fear and that’s really fucking astonishing. I grew up with every single person around me being terrified to get close to me and as a pup, I couldn’t even understand why.”

{ @corruptedandforsaken } || send me “flashback!” and I’ll tell you something that traumatized my muse – status; no longer accepting

♔—- “It would probably be easier to list the moments in my life that weren’t traumatizing, if I’m honest,” Fenrir admitted, but then again, Fenrir got the worst of the punishments out of the triplets who had been taken from Loki. He lived the majority of his life in crippling captivity that was not only isolating and mentally destructive, but also physically deteriorating. Death would have been kinder and the longer Fenrir spent in that miserable cave, the angrier he became. 

     Even now, in his freedom, he wanted nothing more than to snap the massive jaws of his wolf form closed around the All-father and make sure every last bite was as agonizing as the last until the old fool finally went limp in his mouth.

     “But I suppose nothing was really worse than the day that Odin took me and my siblings from Mum,” he admitted. “Jörmungandr and Hel were just tossed into banishment, sent to separate realms where they were meant to live the rest of their days, alone. Hel was charged with the rule and protection of Helheim, too, but me? I suppose Odin was far too afraid of my feral nature to settle for banishing me. For some reason, he thought me the most dangerous.” That would never make sense to the wolf. Hel grew up to be the Goddess of Death–the only one of Loki’s kids to find herself in the title of godhood–and Jörmungandr grew to be so massive that he could swallow entire towns within a few minutes.

     “Odin wanted to keep me under lock and key so that I could never become an oppressing force against me. He hid me from my mother, my siblings, and all of Yggdrasil. So what did he do with me? For a while, he kept me hidden in small cells. Mum was searching for me. Sometimes, I could sense when he was nearby, but every time Mum got close, Odin moved me again until, eventually, he grew tired of the constant relocations. Instead, he decided to throw me into a damp cavern far beneath the surface of the realm known as Niflheim. But sealing me inside this unknown, natural prison wasn’t enough for Odin. No, he had his most powerful warriors and sorcerers force me down onto the freezing slab of stone that made up the floor of the cave, each of my limbs stretched as far as they could be. He had them throw heavy chains over my entire body, chains that were enchanted and carved with numerous runes that made it impossible for even me to break.

     “And he didn’t stop there. Of course, he didn’t. His warriors pried my jaws open and shoved a massive broadsword into my mouth to keep it pried open. If I attempted to close my jaws, the point of the sword would have been driven into my skull, killing me instantly, no doubt. I was stuck like that for a few centuries, in constant pain. Restless-yet-exhausted, allowing my self-pity, my loneliness, and my hatred to manifest into a disease.”

          { @raidstombs }

         { @raidstombs }

♔—- “Lara’s my stepmother and I enjoy spending time with her? Unlike most of the people I grew up with… the people who imprisoned me as little more than a child, might I point out, she isn’t afraid of me and she actually makes me feel like part of a family. She’s helping me adjust to life outside of an isolated prison. Why wouldn’t I spend time with her?” 

    It took him a moment to really digest what the faceless being meant by rumors. Although he was fully grown, he was still a child in many respects. He’d been in prison for so long… He never really got a chance to experience a proper childhood and never really grew up.

     “That’s really disgusting. I know that many people have a poor view of me. People think I’m a monster. They think Mum’s a monster for having me. People are afraid of me because of what I could do. Hel, some people seem to mistake me for a dumb animal, a beast with no real understanding of what it means to be intelligent or even sentient.” He huffed in an almost childlike manner. “But I guess I’m heartless enough to try and ruin my mother’s marriage as well? Is that it? Do you think so little of me that you believe I would actually attempt to fuck my mother’s wife?