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Then the gods thrust a sword into his mouth. Its hilt touched the lower jaw and its point the upper one; by means of it the jaws of the wolf were spread apart and the wolf gagged.
High replies that "so greatly did the gods respect their holy places and places of sanctuary that they did not want to defile them with the wolf's blood even though the prophecies say that he will be the death of Odin.
In chapter 38, High says that there are many men in Valhalla , and many more who will arrive, yet they will "seem too few when the wolf comes.
With the forces assembled there, an immense battle will take place. This foot will bear a legendary shoe "for which the material has been collected throughout all time.
The poem is about the fall of King Haakon I of Norway ; although he is Christian, he is taken by two valkyries to Valhalla , and is there received as one of the Einherjar.
Towards the end of the poem, a stanza relates sooner will the bonds of Fenrir snap than as good a king as Haakon shall stand in his place:.
Thorwald's Cross , a partially surviving runestone erected at Kirk Andreas on the Isle of Man , depicts a bearded human holding a spear downward at a wolf, his right foot in its mouth, while a large bird sits at his shoulder.
The midth century Gosforth Cross , located in Cumbria , England, has been described as depicting a combination of scenes from the Christian Judgement Day and the pagan Ragnarök.
The 11th century Ledberg stone in Sweden , similarly to Thorwald's Cross, features a figure with his foot at the mouth of a four-legged beast, and this may also be a depiction of Odin being devoured by Fenrir at Ragnarök.
If the images on the Tullstorp Runestone are correctly identified as depicting Ragnarök , then Fenrir is shown above the ship Naglfar.
Meyer Schapiro theorizes a connection between the " Hell Mouth " that appears in medieval Christian iconography and Fenrir.
According to Schapiro, "the Anglo-Saxon taste for the Hell Mouth was perhaps influenced by the northern pagan myth of the Crack of Doom and the battle with the wolf, who devoured Odin.
John Lindow says that it is unclear why the gods decide to raise Fenrir as opposed to his siblings Hel and Jörmungandr in Gylfaginning chapter 35, theorizing that it may be "because Odin had a connection with wolves?
Because Loki was Odin's blood brother? Lindow compares Fenrir's role to his father Loki and Fenrir's sibling Jörmungandr, in that they all spend time with the gods, are bound or cast out by them, return "at the end of the current mythic order to destroy them, only to be destroyed himself as a younger generation of gods, one of them his slayer, survives into the new world order.
Indo-European parallels have been proposed between myths of Fenrir and the Persian demon Ahriman.
An elaboration of this allusion is found only in a late Parsi commentary. The ruler Taxmoruw Taxma Urupi managed to lasso Ahriman Angra Mainyu and keep him tied up while taking him for a ride three times a day.
After thirty years, Ahriman outwitted and swallowed Taxmoruw. In a sexual encounter with Ahriman, Jamshid , Taxmoruw's brother, inserted his hand into Ahriman's anus and pulled out his brother's corpse.
His hand withered from contact with the diabolic innards. Ethologist Valerius Geist wrote that Fenrir's maiming and ultimate killing of Odin, who had previously nurtured him, was likely based on true experiences of wolf-behaviour, seeing as wolves are genetically encoded to rise up in the pack hierarchy and have, on occasion, been recorded to rebel against, and kill, their parents.
He wasn't entirely sure which entailed breaking powerful enchantments, but Loki felt that perhaps he should have read more about Vanir magic instead of just skipping to the chapter on sex rituals.
Still she would be useful to get him out of this cursed place, and with a shiny new enchanted relic to steal, things were beginning to look up for him.
He would simply play his part, pretend to be cooperative like the lovesick fool he used to be then leave her high and dry at the first opportunity.
Then once he figured out how Fafnir's Treasure worked, well the possibilities were almost limitless. He felt a kind of rush as his magic returned to him.
He had sorely missed it; he did not do well in cages. But under the magic there was another feeling, something not quite right, as though his skin had grown too tight.
But perhaps he was only imagining things. In a flicker of light his rather itchy linen prison clothes were replaced with his most intimidating armour.
He had already been humiliated enough with her seeing him in such a sorry state, he needed to impress her. His next trick was to conjure one of his doubles in the same spot he had been sitting in when she had entered the cell.
Horned helmets are so Iron Age, don't you think? Back then he didn't care if he made her laugh or cry just as long as she looked at him. I admit, I may have had too much wine tonight but I thought I'd give it a try, you know in case you liked it.
It was an innocent gesture but Loki suddenly couldn't stop thinking about the Vanir spell book he kept hidden under his mattress.
The banquet was drawing to a close but a few guests still remained. His father had thrown the feast to celebrate Thor's first victory in battle. He hadn't wanted anyone to see how jealous he was feeling.
That hateful part of him had wanted to turn the wine into vinegar or make the suckling pig dance across the table, nothing too horrible, just something to give the ladies a fright.
Then she had arrived, and any thoughts of mischief making disappeared from his mind. Not only that but she had been seated next to him.
Such opportunities didn't come along very often. She had been shy around him at first, not really knowing what to talk about beyond the ordinary pleasantries.
She had confessed that this was the first time she had been deemed old enough to be invited to this kind of gathering. She was a more reserved woman by nature, but even if she had been inclined to share her thoughts they were normally not on the men of Asgard.
She had more important things to think of, her education never finished though she had gone through all of her schooling in sorcery.
When her Queen did not need her, she found herself in the library, finding the quiet more comforting than the women she had long ignored since she was a young child.
They were foolish, with little vision and little wit, and she wanted to think herself above their company, and then Loki would enter the room and she found her face going hot and her heart beating slightly faster.
She would force herself to look away, or she would find herself engrossed in the fine angles of his features or the way his eyes lit up when someone was able to pull a rare smile from him.
She had long ago memorized the details, when she was young enough not to care so much for appearances. It had been easier then to be so engrossed in him, when he was charged with tutoring her in the magic arts.
Then she could spend her afternoons with him on occasion, when he would come to her, and in that soft, patient manner of his he would tell her what she needed to change or teach her how to hold her hands.
It was never anything too significant, and he had more than likely forgotten her existence, but in those early years she had formed a bond with him that she had not been able to dispel no matter how she told herself she would be happier.
So when he entered his mother's chambers she had wanted to run away with the rest of the girls, and after he had begun to speak she had wanted to go deaf, to never hear the words that were softly spoken between mother and son.
She had never thought her feelings would come to anything, but she had not wanted to face the idea of his matrimony while hiding in the corner trying not to look at either Frigga or Loki while also battling back the girlish tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks at the sheer surprise of it all.
She bit her lip and breathed deeply; careful not to make a sound while they spoke. If she just focused, this conversation would be done and she would get through it and be able to leave and cry in peace in her own room, woefully bemoaning a fate she was not destined to see.
It was just this conversation and then she could beg away with a headache, and the Queen would understand enough to let her go. Yet, as they spoke of the women he could have interest in she found herself glancing towards them, careful not to catch his eye but entirely curious in what his answers would be.
The Lady Sif, though generally kind to Sigyn if they met, was an almost laughable choice when thinking of Loki. Amora would not have a man who was not shining and golden and named Thor, and the others were equally unsuitable.
She was torn between relieved that he found no women suitable for marriage and terribly sad that she was among those he scorned.
There were so many emotions rushing through her that she had forgotten her sewing in her lap, instead interestedly watching the exchange.
It was very hard, indeed impossible for Loki to see how this was an 'honour' being bestowed upon him. It was the loss of freedom, it was the imposition of someone in his life that he was certain he did not wish to be there.
Yes, he understood that his life as a Prince of Asgard came with duties and responsibilities and many of both.
But it was all too easy for him to see Thor being allowed to escape those same duties and responsibilities time and again and to question why he was being forced into this cage.
If one were to hear his thoughts on his brother, one might easily believe that Loki hated Thor. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Except in one particular matter, he wished his brother nothing but good health and every blessing that accompanied it. Of course, now another looked set to divide them.
As he spoke the names of the woman Father had suggested, Loki could see the shock in Mother's eyes at the first one he named.
And, indeed, Odin's wisdom had failed him in that. If there were anything guaranteed to harden Loki's heart against marriage, it had been the choice of Sif as the first suggestion.
He had too much control to shout at Odin, having seen just how that ended for Thor and loving his father too much, but it had not been a good first choice.
Amora had been better, but Loki had no wish to wed her either, albeit for different reasons. They were too much alike. The Enchantress had been his childhood partner in much mischief and he valued her friendship and her advice.
But he did not wish to make her his wife. Besides, while they might be friends, in the matter of marriage, she had her eyes set on Thor. Mother of course had that irritating ability to see through his defences and shields.
He might be named Loki the Deceiver behind his back by Thor's 'friends', or Loki Lie-Smith, but he had rarely if ever been able to deceive his mother in any matter.
The tone she took, one that reminded him that she still cared for his well-being, aided her too, soothing his hurt and indignation.
Still, she did not seem to grasp the full extent of the situation in which he found himself. Restlessly, his eyes darted around the chamber, rarely resting on anything for long.
He remembered her. It had been a while since they had last spoken, the final sorcery lesson he had given her, but Loki still remembered her kindly, if not with affection.
But the 'dear' had slipped from his lips unintended, and he looked away quickly. My choices are There had been the discussion of Loki's choice and the All-Father had been adamant that his son choose a woman of his station, but she had thought she had worn down his position on the subject.
It would be preferred, but Frigga knew her son well enough to be able to guess his dislike of most of the women he was offered.
She had hoped for Amora to know his heart, her position and friendship with him both in high standing. Skadi was another choice, though she was less fond of the option.
The woman was strong, yes, but her independence was almost overpowering and Frigga found herself worrying for her quiet son in that situation.
There was no doubt he could hold his own, but she would prefer a more feminine touch to help bring him out of his own mind instead of drive him towards further exile.
She understood the choice as he saw it and that was why she was so adamantly on his side when it came to finding a bride he would be able to respect.
As he gestured through the room, she honestly found herself shocked he even mentioned Sigyn sitting quietly across from them.
She turned her head to follow his movement, caught sight of the shock that spread over the young woman's face at his words and then the quickness to hide the blush that spread through her pale cheeks by staring down at the sewing in her lap.
Frigga smiled softly, now interested in what her son had meant and intrigued by her handmaiden's reaction. Turning her gaze back to Loki but keeping Sigyn just at the edge of her vision, she let her small smile fall away for a moment.
The All-Father has his vision, but your Mother has her own as well," the smile she cast towards him now was fond, the small knowing smile she shared with her sons when she faced their father's will on their behalf and knew she could win.
She did not readily go against her husband, but there were matters she understood about her sons far better than he ever could.
It was part of being a mother and being there to observe them in all they did from their infancy, "Tell me more of what you expect.
Intelligence like that of my Sigyn? If anything at all could be said about this conversation, it was that it was rife with shocking news for the young girl.
She had been listening, her eyes flickering between the Queen and the Prince while hoping neither would look her way.
There had been nothing unexpected in Loki being told to marry within the nobility. That was something she was sure most took for granted.
There had been nothing truly unexpected in his opinions of the women mentioned, and she had taken some satisfaction in that though she did not want him to be miserable.
Yet, there had been nothing in their words that truly surprised her until those eyes flickered to her and he raised that slender finger in her direction and spoke her name.
He had quickly looked away, and for a moment she was too shocked to move. Her blue eyes had widened, a quick feeling of fear being replaced by a giddy delight that welled up in her chest and spread a blush across her cheeks.
He remembered her intelligence, her name, and she had not missed the affectionate term placed before it.
She was shocked, yet pleased, a small smile playing across her full lips before she caught the eyes of her Queen on her.
Ashamed of her reaction and fearing that Frigga would not look kindly upon it, she turned her attention back to her lap, wishing her hair was not pulled back so that it would fall around her in a curtain to hide the smile that still had not left her face.
Pretending to be occupied now, she listened intently to what was being said, relieved as Frigga did not seem offended by her lack of propriety.
In normal situations, there was very little that escaped Loki's keen eye in a conversation. He would note every word and turn of phrase, every pause and emphasis, every flicker of interest and every concealed blush.
It was true that often he would twist it all in his mind to the worst meaning but that did not mean that Loki overlooked any details. He knew how to decipher nearly any expression, any trickery or any falsehood — for who knew the tricks of lying better than a master of the art.
Thor might be open and forthcoming, but the dark younger Prince hid his feelings behind masks and deceits and rarely if ever did he simply come forward and state what he felt on any given matter, preferring to see what the others might say before he revealed his counsel.
Of course, this was hardly a common situation and, so, perhaps it was understandable that Loki's usually sharp gaze left Sigyn a moment too soon, before he could see the way her eyes had widened, the blush that spread across her cheeks or the demure way that she had glanced down.
Instead, his eyes had returned to Mother, seeking her reaction, before his gaze flickered away in search of anything else on which to fix his attention.
So, not only did the Prince miss the girl's reaction, but also that of Frigga. Still, it allowed him to fix the sardonic look of amusement that was his usual expression when he expected to be faced with bad news, as if laughing at the world would blunt the sting of it.
Both brothers could be emotional, but while Thor's anger was loud and thunderous as befitted his place, Loki's was equally loud but often marked with tears and sharp words of scorn.
Here and now, he had mastered his emotions and his face was smooth as he looked back to Mother.
She assured him that his choice was not so limited and that traitorous hope took hold of his heart again for a moment, before he ignored it.
Regardless of what Frigga might say, there were only so many women in Asgard that he could wed, no matter what Odin might permit.
Before he was allowed to dwell on that, however, Mother continued, her fond smile drawing a small, uncertain, almost reluctant twitch of the lip from Loki, who wished he could stand and pace.
As he was asked what more he would want from a wife beyond intelligence, the Prince frowned thoughtfully.
It was not a topic that he had given much Intelligence, that was important What else? An old memory came to mind as he sat there, from years before.
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