Fenrir's Night (Avengers Fan-Fic) Discontinued

Chapter Two

As soon as I got to my part of the cave I collapsed onto the thin mat that passed for a bed. Goosebumps spread across my skin and I grabbed the tattered blanket that lay beside me, wrapping it around my shoulders. A Chitauri slave walked past the cave arch and I called for it. Speaking in its language I asked what the green flashes in the night sky were. It looked blankly at me and just shook its head, saying it had no idea what I was on about. Guess I’ll have to find out myself. I went over to the ice boulder placed against the back of the cave and kicked it aside as if it weighed nothing. The blanket slid off my shoulders as I stepped into the makeshift wardrobe.

Clicking my tongue I ran my hand across the endless line of clothes, the feel of fabric felt amazing and I wondered why I never wore these. My daily attire consisted of a plain shirt and baggy pants. It was just more comfortable then wearing the countless ceremonial dresses and robes that my father had gotten for me, both physically and mentally. My hand brushed against some chainmail and I stared at the battle gear. A note was attached to it and I ripped it off. Fenrir, it read I had it made, though it is more for comfort then protection it will do you well. I crushed the note and threw it aside. Like hell I was going to wear something that was identical to his amour!

It reminded me of the time he’d sent me a sword with a note reading All Aesir are trained in a wide variety of weaponry, both melee and range from swords, axes, hammers and glaives. Although you are yet to master anything I have trained you magnificently. Use this well. That note had received the same treatment and I’d never touched the sword, he’d given me the claws and teeth of a wolf and I preferred to use them- sometimes I would allow myself a dagger or two. I wasn’t even an Asgardian either. The daughter of one, somewhat yes, but not one myself… Truthfully I didn’t know what I was but an experiment. 

Self pity clouded my thoughts for a second before I pushed them away and continued walking towards the back of the hole. A black cloth was draped against the back of the ice cave and I ripped it off the wall, flinging it behind me. I sucked in my breath as I looked upon the majestic wolf pelt that had been hiding behind the cloth. It was so beautiful every time my eyes fell upon it I was taken aback. Stretching out my arm I lightly pressed my hand against the fur and sighed. I walked forward pressing my face into the fur and letting my hands roam. As I took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of a cold ice day, I let my mind wander to when I had killed the wolf this pelt had come from.

I was six years old then. Eleven years ago I’d come across an uncommonly large, beautiful, white wolf ripping to bits a helpless mountain elf while on my way home. Before I knew what I was doing I had rolled up a snow ball and was hurling it directly at the beast. Its attention left the lifeless elf and turned to me. Baring its teeth a growl had ripped through its throat. I had turned to run but instantly the wolf was upon me. I’d readied myself to die but the wolf was thrown off by my father who had appeared out of nowhere. He’d handed me a dagger and ordered me to kill it, slowly. I’d done as he said, making my first kill. It had been an elder Dire wolf, rare and sacred in Niflheim. Loki had said the Dire’s spirit now lived within me but as I grew older I now know it was just an excuse to make me into a wolf with his experiments. He’d wanted me to leave it rotting but I’d stripped it clean- like I had been taught in the kitchens- and taken it with me. 

I’d been waiting for a time were I would wear it and now seemed perfect. As I took it off the wall and threw it over my shoulders I couldn’t help but feel I was either going to be gone a long time… Or I wasn’t coming back at all. It was ridiculous but gave me and excuse to wear it. I set the head down low over mine. Doubting it was because the original owner’s sprit lived within me, I felt a shiver spread through my body and the pelt and I seemed to become one. As I spun and started walking out of the closet my legs oddly felt stronger, my stride more graceful. I stopped and looked down and my leg. They looked the same. Shrugging, I continued to walk into my room and out the cave entrance, preparing to sneak out without being caught… Oh boy, I was in for one hell of a jail break.

I’d gotten to the main exit of the underground cavern when I remembered the gigantic Frost Giant that guarded it. Mentally kicking myself I slumped against the wall and brushed my hands along the pelt. A loud rumble seemed to be coming from around the corner and I quietly looked around. The Frost Giant breathed right into my face and I had to stop myself from gagging. “Well I’ll be” I muttered. The Giant was dead asleep. I pushed myself up off the floor and stepped around the corner being careful not to wake the giant. This is going to be a piece of… Oh shit I stopped dead in my tracks and stared straight at the Ratatoskr in front of me. The small squirrel like creature tilted its head to the side. Rataoskr’s were meant for carrying messages from one person to another but could be used as spies, to scurry around and tell their master what they saw. Obviously my father had acquired one recently. I put my hands out in front of me and gave it a cheesy smile, not knowing what I was trying to accomplish. “You’re alright,” I laugh “You’re not going to tell father” Slowly I start to walk forward, bending down to let it sniff my hand. It sniffs it for a while then looks back at me wrinkling its nose. “What?” I ask raising an eyebrow “Do I smell bad?” Before giving me a little squeak it turned and ran off. Face palming myself, I turned to hurry out the exit before it ran and told Loki.

I started towards the exit and fell straight onto my face. “Damn it” I yelled, frustrated. Suddenly I was lifted into the air dangling by my feet, the wolf pelt draping down but still hanging on tight to my shoulders. Cold breath brushed against my back and I was turned around coming face to face with a now awake and very annoyed Frost Giant. The Ratatoskr stood on his shoulder and I glared at it. It tilted its head to the side in that annoying way of his and lent towards the giant’s ear. “So, what did my father have to say?” presuming it had been to see him already. It gave a little smile and whispered to the Frost Giant “Don’t let her escape”.