"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 2 ✿ ꧂
" Tricked to be trustful "
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The wind blew on the fluffy black fur that belongs to a gigantic body of a wolf. The size almost can be compared to a small cottage. The young wolf's piercing green eyes gazed up at the bright sky above him. The light of the sun shines brightly against him. He closed his eyes, feeling the calm wind and the heat of the sunlight. His tail wagged at a slow pace, showing he was content with this peaceful environment.
He enjoyed the morning breeze until footsteps were heard. His ears twitched at the sound of the footsteps and his nose started sniffing, trying to pick up the scent. The familiar scent entered his nose and his eyes widened. He quickly turned around and he came face to face with the older God. Tyr, God of war.
"Enjoying the morning breeze?" Tyr asked, putting on a smile. His muscled arms crossed against each other on his chest. Fenrir looked down at him, considering he was bigger and he nodded shyly at his question. The old god smiled at him and walked over to Fenrir. The young wolf flinched at his movements, not used to having gods close to him because they rarely talk to him -- even after so many years of living in Asgard. "Are you ready for today?" Tyr asked, standing beside Fenrir.
The young wolf looked at him with his green eyes, not saying a word but he quickly looked away when they made eye contact, and he nodded after that. Tyr raised his eyebrow at him, couldn't believe the timid behaviour of Fenrir, considering his size and appearance showed differently.
"You're a silent one, huh? It's unexpected with that size of yours." Tyr laughed and playfully hit Fenrir's big limp. Tyr's eyes widened when he felt the hard muscle on his limp. Usually, people would whine if he playfully hit them, but not a sound came out from Fenrir. "Silent but strong." Tyr praised and smirked.
Fenrir tilted his head, confused by Tyr's words. However, he decided to shrug it off and focus on preparing himself mentally. Well, of course, he needs to because today was the day his paws must step on the land of Midgard; the human world.
"Strange. Thor should be here by now ---" Just when Tyr mentioned the warrior god, lightning crackled in the sky followed by a clap of loud thunder, signaling his arrival. Something came down at a lightning speed and landed behind Tyr and Fenrir. Both turned around to look behind them, and they came face to face with Thor.
"You are late," Tyr stated, crossing his arms on his chest once again.
"Sorry brother. Had to deal with some Draugars." Thor said while massaging his shoulder after having his long and tiring fight. Tyr nodded in reply, understanding the situation. Thor's blue eyes then landed on the gigantic black wolf in front of him. He couldn't help but scrunched his face a little. He never liked Fenrir, not even one bit. He was nothing but a monster to him. "You." He said, glaring at Fenrir.
