hardveur (hardveur) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-03-02 12:51:00 |
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Current mood: | bitchy |
Entry tags: | fenrir, thor |
Who: Thor and Fenrir
When: Middle of the week, late afternoon, March
What: These two are always fighting happily. Blood and gnashing!
Where: Outside one of Thor's construction sites.
Warnings: Blood and smashing!
Status: Incomplete; ongoing
Thor did hang his head up higher now that his hammer was back in his possession. Loki thought by taking it it taught him some sort of lesson, but like a child Thor had taken it harshly. He was at one with his hammer, it lived with him, it was a part of him. It had no business being in the hands of anyone else. As if Loki had known how to wield it to begin with.
There was a confidence now in Thor that had been broken by his trust in Loki. If he came across anyone that chose to have a confrontation he would not back out of a fight. He never had, but now he was stronger. And with the current vibe busting around with mortals now, they appreciated Thor more than ever. In some respects.
The sun had started to go down, after five o’clock the world turned black. Thor left his construction site, throwing his tools into the back of his truck when he smelled something familiar---and foul.
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Fenrir was feeling stir-crazy.
He did not regret choosing to stay in the city with his siblings this winter; he had been separated from them for too long, and Hati and Skoll were more than capable of leading the pack on their own. But it meant that it had been many, many weeks since he had killed something with his own teeth and claws. Gnawing on Thor’s large, stupid face would help with that restlessness.
When it was clear the Thunderer was aware of him, Fenrir let out a low, predatory growl, the kind to raise the hairs on the neck of his prey.
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Thor laughed a big booming laugh, holding his nose up at the wolf-man standing in front of him.
"Sniffing for blood again?" The only blood he'd be licking was his own. Fenrir knew better than to just strike while the iron was hot, but he was as stupid as his bastard of a father.
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“I like biting your giant head,” Fenrir confirmed. He drew back a lip to expose his canines. “Very cathartic.”
Hel had taught him that word. It was a very useful explanation for wanting to chew things.
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"Why not go find some rawhide or some dead body to feed off of?" Thor rolled up his sleeves, the veins in his muscles practically popping on revelation.
"There's nothing her for you pup."
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“There is a fight,” Fenrir said, rolling his neck on his shoulders to make it pop. It was not the way wolves intimidated their opponents, but he was growing better versed in how humans worked. “And I have not had a fight in too long.”
He began circling Thor.
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Thor laughed again in such a way that it errupted from the pit of his belly. It vibrated against his vocal chords and sounded like thunder when it hit the air.
"You want your bones crushed today?" Thor's smile broke, he would show off his strength if Fenrir kept poking. Thor was no weakling now. Nor would he ever walk away from a good hit.
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“Arrogant,” Fenrir tsked. “Stupid hammer does not make you invincible, no matter what you think.”
Thor was much more formidable with Mjolnir, though. Fenrir could not deny that. But he was reasonably sure that he would not die permanently even if Thor did bash his brains out against the rocks. He saw no reason not to pick a fight.
He feinted towards Thor, mostly testing to see what the Thunderer would do.
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"Do you really want to test the power behind having Mjolnir now?" Thor slammed the back door of his truck bed closed, throwing a glare over his shoulder. Fenrir took a step and he gripped the wolf-child by the neck. "Eager already?" Thor was anxious himself to throw some punches.
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Fenrir reared up and kicked straight at Thor’s gut, wiggling loose as Thor was distracted. He dropped to the ground and rolled back to his feet, teeth bared.
“Oh, yes.”
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Dog was on his back, that seemed the best way to have the beast submit to his beating. But it was Thor that was dropped and he lashed out with a snarl, swinging his fist with a steal punch to the beast's face.
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Fenrir’s head whipped back, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. Stars were dancing in front of his eyes, and he had to shake his head a few times to come back to his senses. He had forgotten how hard Thor hit.
Still, he had come for a fight, and he was pleased to get it.
With a snarl, he leapt towards Thor again, his fingernails out like claws.
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It was some kind of ritual they had when crossing paths. In some other situation they may have been able to be friends, but Thor's friends these days were of the teenage variety that thought he needed a red cape. Stupid.
Fenrir's nails clipped skin, ripping back some blood which only fueled the raging thunder god more. Thor kicked back another swing, hard enough to make the wolf see stars.
He laughed heartily, more enjoying the show than pissed off. "Losing your edge wolf-boy?"
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Fenrir panted, tongue poking at his mouth to make sure all of his teeth were still attached. He would need to become a wolf soon. Easier to fight that way. Still, there was something to be said for kicking Thor in the knee as hard as he could. Human feet were good for kicking things.
“No, you are just less weak than usual.”
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"You won't stand for long." He took the blow to the knee with a grunt, on the ground again. He rolled to his side, a hearty laugh breaking the dry air. "I can do this all day." He grabbed Fenrir's leg throwing him into the side of Thor's truck, leaving a large dent in the door.
Thor laughed. "Why can't Loki be as fun as you?" It would strike a chord with his wolf-child. Good. It should be Loki here to take his place.
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The breath whooshed out of Fenrir as he hit the door. Ow. Hitting metal with his body hurt.
He only took a few seconds of rest, though, since Thor’s next words had him pouncing on the thunder god, fists swinging.
“Leave him be, stupid god!”
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"He still hiding like the rat he is?" Thor would never admit that recent stories and hype had shoved him into somewhat concern for his fellow Asgardian. He even thought of Loki as a brother sometimes, which was quite possibly where all this aggression was coming from. It was odd and he had no idea how to channel it.
As Fenrir slid down the truck Thor stood just a tall billowing shadow over his opponent. He was stopped by an array of fists and claws which he blocked but not without his own blood seeping through skin in various places.
"Do you actively serve him without questioning his motives? Where is the bastard?"
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“I serve nobody,” Fenrir said, aiming a sharp jab towards Thor’s kidneys. Stupid Thunderer; all his organs were protected under slabs of muscle. “No idea where he is. Don’t care. He will come when he comes.”
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Thor shoved the wolf-child back. "That only tickles. You'll have to hit harder," in which Thor demonstrated with a pound in the gut. Enough to knock air flat out of his lungs. "He is weak now." Good. Thor wanted to see Loki come at him now. Maybe he could figure out what this weird bond was. If he was the only one that felt it.
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Fenrir would never stop being confused by Thor’s insistence that he was knew Loki’s plans. Loki cared for his children in his own way (Fenrir was pretty sure, anyway), but he did not include his children in his plans unless they would be useful. No one knew Loki’s mind but Loki himself.
As Fenrir lay on the ground, kicking at Thor to keep him away until he got his breath back, it occurred to him that doing this weaponless had not been the best idea. Should he risk being vulnerable and change to his true form? Or should he try and find something? His fingers closed around a long length of rebar and answered that question for him. With a grunt, he swung the long metal stick at Thor.
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The metal hit him hard. One would almost think Thor's bones were made of steel when he was at his full potential. There was a bend in the metal rod, but he did feel a tinge.
Fenrir was successful to getting him to the ground, but Thor was enjoying this far more than counting how many ribs he cracked.
He gripped it, jerking it from Fenrir's grip to swing it back. See if he could crack some of his opponents ribs.
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Well, that just wasn’t fair. Fenrir ducked the swing and scrambled around the side of the truck to block further attempts at smashing his face in with a metal pole. After a moment’s consideration, he rolled under the truck.
Time to even the odds.
The crack and twist of his bones as he transformed was so loud that Thor had to hear it, but Fenrir did not care. Let the Thunderer know just who was going to bite his face off.
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Thor went to grab Fenrir's feet from under the trunk but he got nothing but fur, being too big to fit under the belly of his truck. He smashed an angry palm into it with another dent, getting a good grab when he went around to the other side where there were teeth and claws.
"Oh so you made it a little interesting. Don't whine when I crush your dog skull!" He pounded a fist into the muzzle first.
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