"Why are you laughing?"
She continued to giggle. "A giant you are, you're still a cute puppy to me."
He smirked as he moved closer to her. His face inches away from hers. Feeling his warm breath on her lips, her heart pounded faster and harder.
"Sho...
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꧁ ✿ ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ᴘ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ 35 ✿ ꧂
" A sacrifice for salvation "
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"Fen, this is your elder brother. Say hello."
Fenrir looked up at the man who his father just introduced, claiming he was his brother. The man looked down at Fenrir with his eerily glowing blue eyes and pulled his lips into a smile. "So you're my brother. Sorry to make myself known this late. My name is Hel," Hel crouched down to Fenrir's level and held out his hand letting Fenrir sniff it.
Fenrir approached slowly, took a whiff of it and a foul scent stung his nose causing him to back away. His tail curled inside and his furs stood up.
"Ah, sorry about that. You might have to get used to this for these few days."
"These few days?" Fenrir blurted out of nervousness and turned to look at his father.
"Your brother is here to train you. Now that they let you into Asgard, we need to prep you up," His father explained. Fenrir could only fight his anxiety and stay silent as he could not defy his father.
He once again turned to look at his brother and he looked creepy even with that calm smile as if he was hiding the evil within him that was dying to come out.
One night before the training day, Fenrir escaped his home. He decided to travel to Asgard in hopes to get help. It was his first time out in the dark. Going through the thick forest was hard as it was dark, making it difficult to recognise the path he once walked on. He could only count his nose to smell out the path. As he walked further, the places around him got more and more unfamiliar. He was lost.
He stopped and rested under a tree as he was too scared to walk any further. He thought maybe he walked far enough from home, his father and brother could never find him. However, when he thought of that, a rustle was heard and he flinched in fright. He stood up, eyes looking around to pinpoint where the sound came from.
He held his ground, claws out and got ready to pounce as he anticipated what was behind the bushes with anxiety.
The figure slowly came out from the bushes and under the moonlight, its white fur brightened. It was a wolf just like him but rather a normal one. The wolf slowly approached Fenrir who was still shocked by its appearance. Taking a sniff out of him, its tail wagged in a friendly manner.
Fenrir stiffened at his approach but later wagged his tail as well, and unexpectedly, they became friends quite fast. They ran around in the forest, playing tag. Fenrir had forgotten his purpose and what he was escaping from because at that moment he felt happy; freedom like what he once felt before it was all taken away.
