Fenrir-nee-san to Boku - Vol. 2 Ch. 7 - Fever and Nightmare
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Edit: Oh, its Garmr. I love how Japan is one of the few places that seem to remember that (s)he even exists
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After reading some norsr mythology for unrelated reasons, Fenrir has some really just grievances.
Amongst Loki's children, Fenrir was powerful, and would always grow more powerful. Because of prophecies, they knew he would do great harm upon the world.
Tyr the Just had been the only one to be close to the beast. From a young age, only Tyr had dared get close, and only Tyr had been the one to feed the pup. To teach him to talk to, and teach him. They had struck up a fast friendship, both akin to teacher and student, owner and pet... Father and child. To laugh together, and be merry together, and be as close as friends as one could be, between a god and a giant beast that was a God's child. Tyr smiled much, in those days.
But the great wolf grew too fast. Just as giant's blood ran in the trickster god's veins, so too did the disaster wolf grow, to colossal size, dwarfing Tyr in both size and strength. And he could no longer be controlled, except through bonds of loyalty, and who could trust the word of a monster spawned from Loki's nethers?
All but Tyr feared Fenrir - even the mighty Thor. So the gods decided to entrap Fenrir in unbreakable bonds. They had to cajole Fenrir, as the great wolf was an intelligent beast, if a child with gargantuan strength, and if they failed to capture him the first time he would escape, and kill many gods.
So they did so, against Tyr's wishes. Odin had ordered it, and so it would be done. They brought chains before Fenrir, and asked for him to show off his strength before them. Each fetter and chain he was wrapped in, the gargantuan wolf tore through like cobwebs. He was proud, to show off his strength to those who he owed his place to stay, his food, his best friend. The gods - bar one - clapped, applauded, praising Fenrir , ashen faced, as the most powerful bindings and magic were ripped asunder.
Only Tyr was quiet, stony faced.
At length, the dark dwarves of Svaltheim were called to do their dark work. The same who had made Freyja's golden hair and Thor's mighty hammer and others beside, they made a work of art. A binding like no other.
Wrought from the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of mountains, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird. Such things did not exist, and so no strength could prevail against it, even Fenrir's. It was named Glepnir, the word meaning "open".
Even Fenrir could sense strangeness in this new chain harness, lighter than a feather and glowing with dwarvern work.
"You intend to trap me" Fenrir had declared, shying away from the thing.
Of course not, the gods had said. They had simply wanted to see if his strength could break even things that did not exist.
"You intend to put it on me, and never take it off. I, who have never raised a paw against any of you."
Again, the gods said this was not the case, they would surely take it off him.
"If you have tried to put it on me forcefully, I would kill many of you. Perhaps all of you. Surely you see why I would not wish to have it put on. - if you tell the truth that I will be freed, then put your hand in my mouth, and so I will let your hand go free after I am freed. But if you do not wish to do even that, let me be, as I am now, a beast who has done no bloodshed."
And the gods were silent, none of them wishing to lose their hand when they were shown to be traitors. Each wondering if facing off against the beast was worth it compared to losing a hand. Surely someone else could?
And Odin spoke, that there was a person.
Tyr raised his hand against the pup, that he had cared for since but a mewling handful of fur. It was that which broke Fenrir, as Tyr the Just placed his hand within the beast's mouth.
And so, Fenrir let himself be bound, unmoving, never taking his eyes off Tyr. And when he was bound fully, he struggled, and Glepnir held strong. The wolf ceased to move and spoke with a muffled voice;
"I cannot free myself, just as I thought. What will you do? Let me go free? Or keep me trapped here?" And the gods laughed and jeered at the stupidity of the dumb beast, and told him that he of course will not be freed. And the wolf looked at Tyr, the god of justice, and devotion, and who had sworn to obey the Allfather Odin, and he too shook his head gently.
The wolf bit, then, and Tyr lost his hand. He bled, and wept like never before; not when pierced by spears, or when crushed by giants. He was hailed as a hero for tricking the beast of destruction, even as he shook off these compliments.
Fenrir spoke again, through his muzzle.
"I am betrayed by those who are my kin. By those who I had never betrayed. I could have been your strongest ally, but you feared my strength and have chained me like an animal. I would have not hurt one of you, but trapped in chains for hundreds of thousand of years, I shall be quite mad, and ravenous without food for aeons, and my strength will have continued to grow. At the end of the world, when all things fail, even these chains, it will be then you will regret this, gods, you will-"
Odin ordered him silenced, and a sword was stabbed through Fenrir's tongue to seal him in place in the high mountains where nobody goes. Where he would remain till the end of the world when all things will fail, from men's honour to the most devious of bonds.
Tyr - the just, the one handed, did not smile after that. Sometimes he heard wolves crying out wordlessly, and he holds the stump of his hand and looks up to the mountains.
---
So the point is, Jormangandr got chucked into the sea, Hel got given Hel as a place to administrate... And Fenrir got a very poor deal indeed.
Poor Fenrir-chan ;_;
Amongst Loki's children, Fenrir was powerful, and would always grow more powerful. Because of prophecies, they knew he would do great harm upon the world.
Tyr the Just had been the only one to be close to the beast. From a young age, only Tyr had dared get close, and only Tyr had been the one to feed the pup. To teach him to talk to, and teach him. They had struck up a fast friendship, both akin to teacher and student, owner and pet... Father and child. To laugh together, and be merry together, and be as close as friends as one could be, between a god and a giant beast that was a God's child. Tyr smiled much, in those days.
But the great wolf grew too fast. Just as giant's blood ran in the trickster god's veins, so too did the disaster wolf grow, to colossal size, dwarfing Tyr in both size and strength. And he could no longer be controlled, except through bonds of loyalty, and who could trust the word of a monster spawned from Loki's nethers?
All but Tyr feared Fenrir - even the mighty Thor. So the gods decided to entrap Fenrir in unbreakable bonds. They had to cajole Fenrir, as the great wolf was an intelligent beast, if a child with gargantuan strength, and if they failed to capture him the first time he would escape, and kill many gods.
So they did so, against Tyr's wishes. Odin had ordered it, and so it would be done. They brought chains before Fenrir, and asked for him to show off his strength before them. Each fetter and chain he was wrapped in, the gargantuan wolf tore through like cobwebs. He was proud, to show off his strength to those who he owed his place to stay, his food, his best friend. The gods - bar one - clapped, applauded, praising Fenrir , ashen faced, as the most powerful bindings and magic were ripped asunder.
Only Tyr was quiet, stony faced.
At length, the dark dwarves of Svaltheim were called to do their dark work. The same who had made Freyja's golden hair and Thor's mighty hammer and others beside, they made a work of art. A binding like no other.
Wrought from the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of mountains, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird. Such things did not exist, and so no strength could prevail against it, even Fenrir's. It was named Glepnir, the word meaning "open".
Even Fenrir could sense strangeness in this new chain harness, lighter than a feather and glowing with dwarvern work.
"You intend to trap me" Fenrir had declared, shying away from the thing.
Of course not, the gods had said. They had simply wanted to see if his strength could break even things that did not exist.
"You intend to put it on me, and never take it off. I, who have never raised a paw against any of you."
Again, the gods said this was not the case, they would surely take it off him.
"If you have tried to put it on me forcefully, I would kill many of you. Perhaps all of you. Surely you see why I would not wish to have it put on. - if you tell the truth that I will be freed, then put your hand in my mouth, and so I will let your hand go free after I am freed. But if you do not wish to do even that, let me be, as I am now, a beast who has done no bloodshed."
And the gods were silent, none of them wishing to lose their hand when they were shown to be traitors. Each wondering if facing off against the beast was worth it compared to losing a hand. Surely someone else could?
And Odin spoke, that there was a person.
Tyr raised his hand against the pup, that he had cared for since but a mewling handful of fur. It was that which broke Fenrir, as Tyr the Just placed his hand within the beast's mouth.
And so, Fenrir let himself be bound, unmoving, never taking his eyes off Tyr. And when he was bound fully, he struggled, and Glepnir held strong. The wolf ceased to move and spoke with a muffled voice;
"I cannot free myself, just as I thought. What will you do? Let me go free? Or keep me trapped here?" And the gods laughed and jeered at the stupidity of the dumb beast, and told him that he of course will not be freed. And the wolf looked at Tyr, the god of justice, and devotion, and who had sworn to obey the Allfather Odin, and he too shook his head gently.
The wolf bit, then, and Tyr lost his hand. He bled, and wept like never before; not when pierced by spears, or when crushed by giants. He was hailed as a hero for tricking the beast of destruction, even as he shook off these compliments.
Fenrir spoke again, through his muzzle.
"I am betrayed by those who are my kin. By those who I had never betrayed. I could have been your strongest ally, but you feared my strength and have chained me like an animal. I would have not hurt one of you, but trapped in chains for hundreds of thousand of years, I shall be quite mad, and ravenous without food for aeons, and my strength will have continued to grow. At the end of the world, when all things fail, even these chains, it will be then you will regret this, gods, you will-"
Odin ordered him silenced, and a sword was stabbed through Fenrir's tongue to seal him in place in the high mountains where nobody goes. Where he would remain till the end of the world when all things will fail, from men's honour to the most devious of bonds.
Tyr - the just, the one handed, did not smile after that. Sometimes he heard wolves crying out wordlessly, and he holds the stump of his hand and looks up to the mountains.
---
So the point is, Jormangandr got chucked into the sea, Hel got given Hel as a place to administrate... And Fenrir got a very poor deal indeed.
Poor Fenrir-chan ;_;
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I can't wait any longer for the next chapter, cliffhanger is intense!
