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Fenrir (thebig_bad) wrote in forgotten_gods,

The question of how he was free, how it was even possible that he wasn't bound and helpless under the earth without the end of days was something that Fenrir tried with all his might not to think about. He'd always feared that finding an answer would lead to him being right back where he started, caged and at the mercy of his enemies. But there was no harm, he reckoned, in seeing if his father knew.

Loki had always seemed to be way ahead of everyone else.

"Strange thing," he said, leaning against the wall across from his father's chair. He shoved his hands back in his pockets, fingers running along the edges of the metal claws. "I'm not supposed to be out unless it's the end. Right? That's the story. But I've been running loose for a long time, wolf-shaped and human-shaped, and the world's still here. Haven't seen a single trace of Odin the entire time." He tilted his head, the gesture distinctly canine. "Do you know why?"