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i was just a kid
& all i really w a n t e d
was my f a t h e r
Bounding through the forest the pup ran at full speed towards nowhere in particular. The sounds of his feet thumping against the ground as he ventured forth and a stray giggle every so often could be heard by anything nearby, yet not so far away. He was far too young to have many worries, nor was he quite aware of his fate just yet. Jörmungandr had yet to hatch, Hel and Sleipnir were not even thought of at that point-- It was just the pup, his mother, and his father. For the time being, everything was rather happy. He was free to do whatever he pleased while Angrboða watched the egg, so he often times would explore the lands near their home without a care in the world. These times would be the last times where he would ever be truly happy.
However, as he rounded the corner of a fairly good sized boulder, Fenrir's mad dash came to a screeching halt. Bright, innocent eyes had managed to spot an unfamiliar figure standing not too far off in the distance and immediately slid partially behind the rock once more; an immature, puppy like growl began sounding from within his chest once he was certain that the rock could protect him from whoever it was that dared to venture too close to the den of the monsters. Had he been in his true form, both his hackles and his tail would have been sticking straight up at that moment. Of course, he did not pose much of a threat given that he was still a very young pup, but he still would attempt to hold his ground-- Just like his father had told him to. Had the other simply been an animal, the pup would have been slightly more curious and far less scared and hesitant. Saying nothing at all, the small fame wolf stopped growling for a short period of time and simply stared at the kman before him; half tempted to run back home to his mother--
HC - Jörmungandr ( 1 of ? )
As a child, Fenrir was incredibly protective of Jörmungandr. There would be times when he would simply sit around and watch over his brother’s egg; doing absolutely nothing else. He wanted to be there when the newest addition to the family was welcomed into the world and there was simply no way that he would miss it. During the night, Fenrir would curl himself around his brother’s egg in the hopes of keeping him warm (even though Angrboða was right there keeping both of her sons warm). When Loki would return “home”, the little pup would be sure to update him on Jör’s progress. Even though most of the time, nothing had really happened; Jör was still an egg after all. It was just that Fenrir was so proud of that little egg that he wanted to talk about it constantly. When Jörmungandr had hatched, Fenrir’s protective nature only intensified. If you were not family, you did not go close to that baby snake. You did not look at him, you did not breathe on him. Fenrir treated him as though he were perhaps one of the seven wonders of the world. He protected Jör, brought him little rodents that he caught, told him some of the stories that their mother and father had told him, groomed him, watched over him— Needless to say, Jör was very much loved by his big brother. Fenrir is still quite protective of Jörmungandr now (and of all his siblings really), but he is not quite as overbearing as he once was. After all, Jör is quite capable of handling things on his own. However, there are still times when the mighty fame wolf dotes on his dearest little brother.
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Another day, another mission. Like most of the other missions that were brought to the delinquent, this one was relayed to him by Botan. Usually, the bubbly peon would present to him his assignment in an upbeat tone he had grown used to. This time, however, was a tad different. Gone was her normally cheerful demeanor that at times annoyed the Spirit Detective. The look upon her face gave him a hint of what he was to face. This would be unlike anything he had encounter previously. But to Botan’s shock, Yusuke did not share in her freight. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Yusuke found himself giddy with joy! A toothy grin appeared on the male’s features as he accepted the mission and headed towards his destination without so much as a goodbye.
This was exactly what he had been waiting for! Ever since the Makai tournament, Yusuke had been nothing but bored! Nothing was a challenge to him anymore. The usual gangs that would attempt to impede his wrath were all gone now. Moving on with their lives or simply given up on attempting to dethrone the delinquent. This simply could not do! Yusuke yearned for competition and excitement and judging from Botan’s fear, this mission was sure to deliver.
It did not take very long for Yusuke to sense a presence. Whatever was nearby was not only powerful, but enraged. Exactly how Yusuke enjoyed his punching bags. Chocolate optics scanned the area before coming across a pacing beast of a man. His aura emitting from him was a testament to his strength and anger. Yusuke was not intimidated. Light thuds echoed with each step as Yusuke trekked forward. From the looks of it, the beast was had been bind down, obviously to prevent escape. However, to have fun, Yusuke would have to unleash the male. That would happen in time. First, he would sate his curiosity.
“So.. what are you in for, big guy? Climbing the Empire State Building with some lady in your hand?”
Back and forth he paced at the edge of his territory; his hate filled eyes never once straying from the other's visage. The bindings which restricted the mighty fame wolf tightened around his flexed muscles as a bit of low, territorial growling sounded from deep within his throat. This kid was cocky. Too cocky. The urge to wring his skinny little neck was beyond overwhelming at that moment-- The closer the other became, the more that urge intensified. If Yusuke wanted a fight, then it was a fight that he would get. One that he would likely never forget, either.
In a way, Yusuke reminded him of certain Gods that he once knew. Not in regards to his power of course, but rather his attitude. That fact alone was enough for Fenrir to hate him. The Gods had condemned him to a fate most tormenting; binding him with gleipnir to the very earth itself. But of course, they had not done so without having a good reason When he had been removed from his family, Fenrir was still a pup. However, the older he became, the more he grew-- Eventually, he became so large and so powerful, that he was not only a danger to humankind, but to the Gods as well. Having no other option, they bound the already tormented wolf and left him to stew in his anger-- Gleipnir, the name of his bindings, were absolutely unbreakable unless the day of Ragnarok was upon them. Should that be the case, the wolf would then break free and DESTROY everything. Yusuke was free to taunt him all he pleased, but if he thought for a second that Fenrir could not, or would not, slaughter him if he got the chance to do so, then he was gravely mistaken.
"Come a little closer an' I'll show ya--"
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"Asks the one standin' about five feet away from me with no weapon. If anyone's the dumbass, it'd be you."
Not that a weapon would do them any good, mind you. Fenrir waschained and bound for a very, very good reason.
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“i can’t breathe.”
"--Yes you can. If you couldn't, you wouldn't be fuckin' talking."
Anonymous asked:
what do you think of the greeks?
Nearly manic laughter erupted from the beast’s throat upon hearing the other’s question. If they expected a positive answer, they were barking up the wrong tree. In his eyes, and in the eyes of most of his pantheon as well, the Greeks were nothing but the inbred hillbillies of the immortal world. The amount of fighting they did amongst their own ranks was laughable. They were a joke. While there were some who were of course very powerful and could make any human or lesser entity quake in fear, but to most the Norse, they simply entertaining to watch. If they kept fighting back and forth as they did, how would they ever be able to live through the end times? Most would be too busy fighting each other to focus on the monsters that were finally free. The select few ones that would manage to live through their pety quarrels would only live only to be fodder for Fenrir and his kin. In short, he believed the Greeks were absolutely pathetic.
”What’s there to fuckin’ think? They’re great for a good laugh every now and then, but they’re so damn cocky! While Zeus is busy bangin’ his sister and stickin’ his dick in everything with a pulse, Óðinn is actually doin’ what he’s supposed to be doin’! Besides, Zeus possesses strength much like Óðinn’s. —An’ guess what? I massacre Óðinn. If Zeus is the best that they’ve got, then I’ll take ‘em all on an’ show ‘em exactly why we think they’re beneath us!”
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Anonymous asked:
young Fenrir, where is jor?
Crap! Where had he set his brother down? Angrboða was out at the moment and had left Jörmungandr in Fenrir’s care! Now he had lost the one thing his mother had asked him to watch. He was a failure! Not fit to be a brother! The pup silently began to panic and plan his route for when he decided to run away because Gods, he had messed up big time! But in the midst of his panic, Fenrir happened to glance off to the side and spot a lone egg resting in the soft grass. The soon to be big brother rushed over to said egg and held it up as if it had never been lost in the first place.
❝ He’s right here! ❞
Anonymous asked:
Are you like, hungry or something? There was a small family of bear near by if you are.
”Now why the fuck would I go for them when I can just kill you here and now first?”
The bears were definitely not going anywhere. It was in fact hibernation season for them after all. This person, however, would likely flee the moment that they were able to. Weighing in at a MASSIVE 220 pounds of pure muscle and standing at a TOWERING 6’6”, Fenrir was like a small mountain. There was simply no way that this person was going to be able to take on the fame wolf and manage to survive. After all, he was the bringer of the end times— The one who would kick off RAGNAROK. With all of his pent up hatred and with the blood of Loki flowing through his veins, he practically could not contain his urge to create chaotic destruction. Seeing that the stranger was all alone and incredibly weak, who would dare attempt to stop him from tearing them apart limb by limb?
Anonymous asked:
pats the wolf's head
Acting upon pure instinct, the fame wolf snapped his mighty jaws forward the very moment that the other put their hands on him; catching their flesh between his teeth and ultimately swallowing them whole. This was not a petting zoo and Fenrir was not tame. If you put your hands on him without his permission, you would lose a lot more than said hands. If you were lucky, he killed you quickly. If you happened to be one of the less fortunate ones, you were toyed with and tortured until your body could no longer take the pain and simply gave up; meaning that you died from being treated as a ragdoll. The stranger should have considered themselves lucky that Fenrir was far too angry to draw the kill out and instead ended it all fairly quickly.
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’ hell is empty and the devils are here, eh , fen ?! ‘ there is a MANIC cackling to erupt in lieu of it , grinning wolfishly at the FAME wolf himself , the god of destruction . even though it APPEARED to be an obvious taunt , alucard was far more in FAVOR of sacrificing himself on the pyre of the wolf’s RAGE before its virulence met loki , as he typically hoped .
The son of the dragon's laughter was met by a FEARSOME snarl as his bindings began to tighten around his now flexed muscles. The wolf was in no mood for the other's games now. Had Alucard moved just slightly closer, he would have been able to tear his throat out with his teeth. But instead, he merely stood just outside of Fenrir's reach; seeming to taunt him as he always did. --And that... That made him EXPLODE with rage.
"--þegi þú, eldhúsfífl."
Anonymous asked:
FENNYS BACK
He was FURIOUS. Having been woken from his slumber so abruptly and for such an insigificant reason, Fenrir could not even calm himself to the point where he would have been able to switch forms. Without saying a single word, the fame wolf rose up onto his back paws and landed back down upon the faceless stranger with all of his might; crushing their feeble, mortal body within a fraction of a second. DEATH would be the only thing that those who dared to taunt him would receive on this night— And quite frankly, they deserved it.
There came a low, rumbling snarl from between the mountains-- It's feral and angry tone mimicked the feeling of an earthquake. As small creatures began to flee into their holes and the birds began to take flight and soar away from the epicenter, what appeared to be steam rose from two spots in the snow; causing the frozen rain to melt within seconds. The sound did nothing but increase in ferocity as the snow which blanketed the earth itself seemed to shift and move on it's own-- Only to have said snow part and fall off of the creature that it had managed to hide beneath it's layers. Eyes as red as the blood which man had shed for centuries snapped open as the mighty beast rose once more-- The white of winter still stuck to black fur as he did so; a great shake was given to remove most it the moment he was finally standing. He was nothing short of terrifying.
The pety bickering of man had once again woken the destroyer of worlds. Oh how he despised them-- How he despised them all. If it had not been for the mortals and their Gods, he would not even be bound this way. He could have been free. Stating that he was angry would be to give a complete understatement. With paws dug into the hardened ground, the God of destruction lurched forward and gave earth shaking, monstrous ROAR. If man had forgotten of his presence, they surely remembered it now.
Human kind be damned-- FENRIR HAD AWOKEN ONCE MORE.
