Völuspá

Huɣen and Munen

"We must be safe enough from here, right?" Kitri asked in quiet wonder as she watched the gray smoky spirals in the sickeningly dark waters below her, resisting the urge to try to understand the secrets that were hidden inside this well of Niflheim.

"I believe so. Although this well does not hold the kind of wisdom anyone would ever wish to attain, unlike Mimir's well of Jötunheimr." Loki informed as he stood by her, his arms crossed as he faced her.

He glanced back over his shoulder to look into the well with her for a moment, before turning around and leaning his back against it.

Kitri gripped the stone edge with one hand and rolled her feet upon her heels and then back onto her toes, then back onto her heels again in excitement. The other hand was firmly grasping the handle on top of the small iron cage that they had placed between them on the stone ledge of the well in preparation.

A soft sqawk was heard from one of the two ravens that had been trapped inside that cage, much quieter and less obnoxious than the confident cries that Loki was used to hearing from these mystical birds that did Odin's bidding.

Odin's sacrifice into Mimir's well definitely seemed much more wise in his pursuit of wisdom. He was certain in his decision to avoid the third and most chaotic well, and that was exactly why Kitri had brought them there with his ravens.

It was said that a sacrifice into this well showed the darkness that is best to be left unknown, not the kind of understanding that you learn anything to better yourself with.

The kind you wish didn't exist.

The kind that showed you WHY true evil had something to say in a way where you should perk up your eager ears and listen to its pervasive ideas.

You truly understand the motive of the bloodthirsty killer. The rapist. The sinner. It makes your mind sick and swallows you whole, as any positive thoughts wither and fade away as your whole soul falls into insanity.

If having any part of yourself swallowed into Mimir's well was comparable to surviving in a horrid jungle, being dipped into the well of Niflheim was like trying to stay alive on the surface of the sun.

"You are certain this is Muninn?" Kitri asked through thought as she turned to admire the captured ravens, pointing to the one that stared back at her with black beady eyes. Those eyes differed from the other, as a thin white hue colored them like onsetting cataracts.

"I am certain, my sweet. Eyes clouded by the past as he would usually rest on Odin's right shoulder." Loki responded as he stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist as he also studied the bird. He spoke aloud because he wanted for the birds to hear and for Odin to know their plan, opposed to hiding away by communicating through thought. To torture him with the knowledge that he could do nothing to stop them.

Kitri locked eyes with him, a gentle smile on her face as she was momentarily lost in how loving his gaze was. She softly placed a hand on his cheek and he closed the distance, resting his forehead against hers as they both closed their eyes, her hand moving from his cheek and through his hair, taking a long breath in before letting it out in a deep sigh.

They had been through so much, even when ignoring the experiences he shared with her from his memories. They had not only accepted, but embraced how intertwined their fates had become.

His suffering from boredom that had always made him act out and cause the mischief that he was so infamous for was alleviated by her unexpected arrival into his life. She was a beautifully uncontrolled chaos that he became desperate to get a grasp on, meanwhile he was the catalyst to her ascension into greatness.