Ragnarök - Fenrir Released

Loki leans back, stretching his arms with a sigh. “Ah, now this is a story worth telling. One of chaos, revenge, and the end of all things. My dear son, Fenrir trapped, betrayed, bound like an animal. But even the strongest chains break, little listeners. And when they do…” he grins, eyes flickering like fire, “all of Asgard burns.” ” He whispered in a low voice "Ragnarok!" 

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The First Sign

Loki sad and excited at the same time "For centuries, Fenrir lay bound in Gleipnir, that cursed ribbon of lies, deep beneath the earth. The gods thought themselves clever, tricking him, taking my son’s trust and feeding him betrayal. Tyr, that noble fool, paid the price with his hand but was that enough? No. The wolf's rage simmered, growing stronger with every passing year. 

First, Fimbulwinter winter so long and harsh that even the bravest warriors froze in their sleep. No crops, no warmth, only the endless, biting cold. Then, the great tree Yggdrasil trembled, shaking its roots. The dead stirred in Hel, their restless whispers leaking into the wind. The skies cracked, the stars blinked out, and the sun and moon fled as my other children, Sköll and Hati, finally caught and devoured them.

And as it started the very fabric of reality started shaking, the nine realms unbalanced. As ragnarok neared. Yggdrasil shook. And all this affected the prison of Fenrir deep below the Earth. And then the earth split open.

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Death of Allfather and Fenrir

With a growl that shook the Nine Realms, Fenrir tore through his prison. The unbreakable bonds? Shattered like old rope. The mountain that pinned him down? Split in half like a rotten log. And oh, the sound of his first howl it sent terror down the spines of gods and men alike.

They had feared this moment. They had known it would come. And yet, they stood frozen, watching as the great wolf rose, bigger than ever, his eyes burning with the fury of ages.

He ran, faster than any storm, his steps cracking the land beneath him. Straight to Asgard. Straight to war.

And at the gates of Vigrid, waiting for him, stood Odin.

The Allfather, clad in golden armor, spear in hand, ready to meet his fate. He had foreseen it all how the wolf would swallow him whole, how the battle would rage, how the world would end in fire and ruin.

But he stood anyway.

And Fenrir? He did not hesitate.

With a final, earth-shaking leap, my son devoured Odin. The king of the gods, gone in an instant, crushed between his fangs.

But fate is cruel, little listeners. Even in victory, it takes from you.

For as Fenrir stood, triumphant, Víðarr, Odin’s silent son, stepped forward. He said nothing he never did. But his boot, thick with magic, pressed down on Fenrir’s jaw. His hands forced the wolf’s mouth open. And with all his strength, he drove his sword through Fenrir’s throat.

My son, the beast who was wronged, the one who only ever wanted freedom, fell.

His blood mixed with the shattered remains of Asgard.

The end had come.

Loki lets out a breath, staring into the fire. He stays quiet for a long moment, then smirks, though there’s something sad behind it.

Loki laughed and laughed like a maniac “But, of course,” he chuckles, “it wasn’t just Fenrir who fell that day. It wasn’t just Odin who died.” He leans forward, voice low. “This was Ragnarok. And I? I had my own part to play.”

He leans back again, hands behind his head. “But that’s a story for another night.” 

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Author's Words

The full ragnarok story by Loki post will be out next month or at the end of this month. 

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