In the harshness of Jutonheim, one giantess emerged from the bitter cold and become a powerful sorceress who could bring her enemies to their knees. She lived alone for many years until he came.

A stranger, another Juton who had taken home with the Asier. A strange choice for a giant to call the ones who nearly wiped out the entire Juton race family. He had a way with words, but so did Angrboda. She provided him shelter and comfort from the mocking words of those wretched gods. They were perfect for each other, they soon became husband and wife.

Angrboda bore three children, two sons named Fenrir and Jormungandr, the Wolf and the Serpent, and a daughter, Hel. Loki had shuddered each time he saw the new child, he had even screamed when he saw Hel's half skeleton face. The giantess couldn't believe it, these were their children. How could he treat them like this? He would grow to love them, it would just take time.

Then Odin had to ruin everything. He hunted the couple down with those horrid sons of his and burned the sorceress till nothing but her heart remained.

Three times they burned her, twice she came back. But nothing can't be faked if magic is involved. After all, her husband was the god of mischief.

She watched as her dearest husband married that pitiful goddess and as the gods demanded that she, his /rightful/ wife, was to be demoted to a lowly mistress.

"Do you really think someone like her could replace me? Go on, tell yourself that you love her. Lie to yourself when you know that you belong to me."

/Norse mythology Angrboda anon/