#phebe

Heedsi is summoned to help deal with a prank, one she is all too familiar with, and finds out was played by a visitor from the future.

Commission for @thepaladincosplays

When a stranger appears on Avalon, the Butterfly kids are thrown into a dangerous guessing game to get back a certain baby the stranger abducts.

Cordelia, Cressida, Umbriel, Dusk, and Dawn belong to @kururu418 !

Nenet and Fenrir, fellow Titan and resident giant wolf of Avalon, were locked in a fierce tug of war over Nenet's lunch—a colossal party sub that could feed an army. They growled and hissed at each other, neither willing to surrender the delicious meat to the other.

"Ya think you can outlast me, ya oversized dog?" Nenet challenged, tugging on the sandwich with all her might. “Only way ya getting this sandwich is if ya pry it from my cold dead stomach!”

Fenrir responded with a series of growls and barks, his tail wagging wildly as if he were taunting her. To Nenet, it sounded like he was talking smack, challenging her to a battle of wills. "I don’t know exactly what ya just said but it sounded like a dig so screw you! This sandwich is mine! I paid for it! Now fuck off!"

Fenrir's growls seemed to escalate, almost as if he was challenging her to a duel of strength. Nenet, not one to back down from a challenge, matched his intensity with a playful smirk.

"I'm not giving up this sub to anyone, especially not a giant fuzzball like you!" Nenet declared, her determination matching Fenrir's. The intense tug of war continued, neither willing to back down. It was a battle of wills, with lunch as the ultimate prize.

Fenrir's growls grew louder, almost as if he was clapping back at her in his own wolfish way. Nenet chuckled, unfazed by his beastly bravado. "Oh, is that how it is? Ya think ya can outgrowl me, huh? Don't ya have better things to do, than fucking with my lunch? Like humping Thrud's leg or something?"

The mention of Thrud, the warrior daughter of Thor, seemed to strike a nerve with Fenrir. His playful demeanor shifted, and he let out a deep, menacing growl, his eyes narrowing at Nenet.

"Whoa there, big fella. Just teasing," Nenet said, laughing. "No need to get all territorial on me. She ain’t my type."

——

Nenet's patience wore thin as Phebe continued to ignore her warnings. "Phebe, I'm serious," Nenet reiterated, her voice tinged with frustration. "Don't throw that rattle again."

Phebe, with a cool expression but mischievous glint in her eyes, seemed to relish pushing Nenet's buttons.

"I mean it." Nenet warned, her tone firm but tinged with underlying anger that was close to exploding.

“…” Phebe stared intently at Nenet, her tiny hands clutching the rattle as if it were a weapon of chaos.

"Listen here, you little brat and a half. I've slayed Tartarus beasts, battled fucking gods, and traveled dimensions that ya tiny baby brain couldn’t begin to imagine. You don't want to test my patience. So for the last fucking time! Don't throw your fucking rattle if you want to fucking keep it!" Nenet warned, her voice lined with all the frustration she had built up as she held the toy after picking it up for the twentieth time.

Phebe simply batted her innocent eyes before she launched the rattle with surprising force, aiming directly at Nenet's face. The small object struck Nenet square in the nose. It didn’t hurt but it did cause her to flinch and momentarily lose her composure.

"What the—?!" Nenet hissed. She glared at the little baby. “Why ya little—?!”

Phebe giggled mischievously, seemingly pleased with the mischief she had caused. Nenet couldn't help but grumble under her breath, feeling a pang of annoyance at Phebe's antics that were way too reminiscent of her parentage.

"Ugh, definitely a Loki kid," Nenet grumbled, trying to calm her rising temper as she retrieved the rattle once more.

——

Nenet and Hel strolled through the enchanting gardens of Avalon, their footsteps soft against the lush grass. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the smell of deathly that Hel was used to.

As they walked, Hel's curiosity got the better of her, and she reached out to pluck a vibrant blue flower. The moment her fingers brushed against the delicate petals, the flower wilted and turned to dust in her grasp.

"Oh... I forgot," Hel murmured, her expression a mix of deadpan and resignation. "I can't touch these without... consequences."

Nenet nodded, understanding the struggle all too well. "It's tricky, ain’t it? Sometimes I forget too," she admitted, watching as Hel stared at the remnants of the flower.

"Don’t get down, Hel. Watch this." Nenet reached out and picked a red rose nearby.

Hel looked on, perplexed, as Nenet held the rose in her hand.

"Wait for it."

And then, in a burst of fiery brilliance, the rose exploded in miniature inferno catching Hel off guard. The fire died down, leaving nothing but a quickly dissipating cloud of ash and a faint scent of charred petals in the air.

Hel's eyes slightly widened in surprise, her gaze shifting from the ash to Nenet. "Wow, that was... unexpected." She managed to say, a hint of amusement coloring her tone.

“Yep, makes eating ice cream a real bitch. The way I see it, it’s a curse we must carry for being so badass.” Nenet chuckled, but her amusement was tinged with a hint of frustration. "Don't ya dare tell Loki about this," she warned, her tone firm. "I don't need any of his sass about me being unable to control my powers."

Hel nodded, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Your secret's safe with me."

——

Nenet, Jormungandr, and Fenrir were deeply engrossed in their poker game on Avalon's beach shore. Nenet's frustration was palpable as she glanced between her fellow Titan companions, Fenrir with his wolfish grins and Jormungandr with his hissing speech.

"You know what," Nenet exclaimed, her voice tinged with annoyance, "I've got the experience, the drive, ability to speak actual words, opposable thumbs, and hands to actually hold the cards. So how am I still fucking losing to ya guys?!"

Fenrir responded with a playful bark, which Nenet interpreted as teasing. "Better luck next time, kid." he seemed to say.

Jormungandr, on the other hand, hissed out a reply that Nenet could understand. "Luck is a fickle thing, little one. Perhaps today is just not your day." Jormungandr suggested, his tone surprisingly diplomatic for a giant serpent.

Nenet scoffed, shaking her head. "Luck? Yeah, sure. More like cheating, since ya actually can understand what wolf boy is saying." she muttered under her breath.

Fenrir wagged his tail and let out a series of wolfish sounds that Nenet interpreted as snark. She glared at him, her frustration evident in every movement.

"Okay, fine," Nenet huffed in response, picking up her cards again. Her competitive spirit refusing to accept defeat so easily. "Let's finish this game. But just know, I'm not going down without a fight."

I got this wonderful commission made by @Vi99i8

Thank you! Remember to check out their other works! Its my main character Phebe, for my future game, "MELT