Fenrir let his eyes fall closed, enjoy being petted. Wolves in the wild never got scratched behind the ears, and it was a very soothing feeling.
"I don't exactly want it to happen," he said after a long moment. Actually saying it out loud to a member of his pantheon felt momentous, if only because he was actually saying it. "It, I mean, I want rev--I wouldn't mind a fight."
He felt awkward admitting to Tyr that one of the main reasons he'd ever want Ragnarok was to kill Odin, what with Odin being Tyr's father.
"But...I don't really want to die. I don't want my brother or sister or father to die. I don't want yo--there's a lot of reasons."