[X] Go after mum and Hel.
This is wrong. You know that from the depths of your soul, from the bottom of your heart, this isn't how things work. You won't let things work like this. You heard what Odin said and even if dad's going to ignore it you don't have to. There's no way letting mum leave furious with dad is for the best and Hel needs to know that mum's not the only family member she can talk to.
You bolt towards Hel and mum, overtaking Tyr easily. You might not be as fast as Jormy but that doesn't make you slow! Your paws eat the distance between you and mum in no time at all. Not that it's a long distance between you and mum and Hel but Tyr will still take a couple of minutes to catch up. Which is good.
"Mum, mum, mum!" You bark with every bound once you're in earshot. Considering she just had to deal with the Aesir and slapped dad round the face mum looks quite collected. There's a little furrow in her brows and her dark hair is a little wilder than usual but other than that you'd never know anything out of the ordinary had happened.
"Fenrir, darling, what are you doing?" Mum asks as you hurl yourself against her legs in what Hel says is your equivalent of a hug.
"This isn't right!" You bounce on your paws, up and down, anxiously. "Don't go, you can't, dad didn't-"
"Your father made it very clear what he wants." You wilt a little, she sounds angry again.
"But… but Odin said that you could come with us. Dad didn't tell you but I heard Odin say it, I promise! A-And it's not like dad says everything he means all the time! And-"
"Fenrir hush." Mum stoops and plucks you off the ground and hugs you to her chest. You bury your face, as much as you can, into her shoulder and whine. Softly. She can't leave, she can't! It's not fair.
"Don't go, please. Don't leave." Mum holds you tighter and presses a kiss to your forehead.
"See, you can't go mum." Hel chimes in, voice so level she has to be on the verge of crying or something and absolutely determined not to show it. "Fenrir still needs you, Jormungadr too and… and I do." By the end her carefully controlled monotone has cracked.
Hel is immediately added to the hug, squishing you. "Thank you for telling me that Fenrir." Mum murmurs to you both. "But, like I said, your father has made it very clear what he wants and that's not for me to go to Asgard. I can't tell you why he wants that, I don't know, but I do know he cares about the three of you and I'm sure that if he thought me coming to Asgard with you all was for the best he would have arranged it. Yes?"
"But-" You and Hel say together.
"You need to trust your father, while Odin insists on keeping you in Asgard especially. Okay?" Mum loosens her hold so you can look her in the face without contorting into unnatural positions.
"Please mum, come with us please." You beg.
"Darling I can't, but you'll always be welcome to come and see me whenever you want. I swear." Your heart sinks leaving an aching hollow behind it sucking at your chest. She's not coming, she won't. Why? Why would she refuse to come with you like that? Doesn't she care?
"Will you stay here?" Hel asks quietly.
"Iron-wood is my home, I don't intend to leave entirely. Just remember that I love you all." Mum finally puts you down and lets go of Hel. You don't know what to do, your chest still aches but you can't bring yourself to be angry with mum, you're just upset and sad and you want to still be being hugged. So you pad over to your sister and lean against her legs either trying to comfort her or just begging for her to hug you instead.
"Love you too mum." Hel sniffs and swipes a hand under her living eye quickly. Mum tries to smile, it wavers uncertainly, and brushes a white streaked lock of hair from Hel's face.
"Don't be ashamed sweetheart, no matter what they say or do, never be ashamed of your appearance. And don't let your brothers run rampant, that's what Odin wants so don't you let him have it." Hel sucks in a deep hard breath and nods firmly. "Fenrir, you too."
"Y-Yeah, promise." Your voice sounds funny in your own ears. You're sure mum's about to say something more but there's a polite cough from behind you. A glance over your shoulder shows Tyr standing there awkwardly clasping his hands behind his back.
"Odin grows impatient," he says voice just as halting and awkward as his stance. He clearly has no idea what he's doing. "If it were up to me then… but it's not, so please come back with me?" He offers Hel a hand but he can't quite bring himself to look at her. You don't need mum's stern look and prompting to comfort your sister as best you can, mostly headbutting her legs gently but it's the thought that counts right.
Hel doesn't need your help, she just grins and takes Tyr's hand with her desiccated, dead one. The Aesir flinches at the touch of her cold fingers but he doesn't drop her hand or pull away. Maybe he's just generally awkward rather than anything worse.
"Give Jormungandr my love." Mum tells you both before turning and continuing to walk away across the plain. You take half a step after her, wild fantasy of running far away from Odin and his cronies and never having to deal with them again crossing your mind. But, and it's a big but, that would mean leaving Jormy and Hel with them, alone.
"Fenrir, ah it is Fenrir right?" You shake your head rapidly, chasing that fantasy out despite its temptation.
"Yeah, that's my name." You don't really try to be polite, there's more than a little snarl in your words. You don't care how polite Tyr tries to be you don't like him and you never will.
"Well… come along?" Still with a growl rumbling along in your chest you stalk alongside Hel back towards the cottage and the Aesir who ruined everything.
"If either of you need something after we get to Asgard I'll help, just ask for-"
"Tyr, we know." You cut him off. He looks a little crestfallen. "Dad told us stories about you." You add and Tyr smiles a little.
"What has he told you about me?" He asks and you wrack your brains. Dad never has much to say about Tyr, he's just kind of there.
"Uh…" you're drawing a blank.
"Something about armwrestling Thor." Hel says and that does sound vaguely familiar. Tyr laughs, well chuckles really, making you jump.
"When he was a child, yes he did have a habit of that." Tyr agrees and flexes one arm. He's obviously strong but Thor doesn't need to flex to look like his arms are made of tree trunks. "Before the lad grew up when mortals told tales of the strength and might of their gods it wasn't Thor's name they spoke but mine. Now it is merely my military prowess they sing of and Thor gets the praise as the strongman of the Aesir." Tyr sounds wistful.
"That sounds quite unfair." You look up at your sister confused, why is she being sympathetic to Tyr? He's part of the reason dad and mum are… separated.
"The lad needed something to be good at," Tyr shrugs as though he doesn't care in the slightest that Thor's taken his place at least partially. "It certainly was never going to be brains." That does sound like Thor according to dad.
The few more minutes of the walk back to the others is silent. Hel seems to be thinking and you have nothing to say to Tyr. The Aesir seems to have picked up on that and doesn't try to keep up a conversation.
Odin is waiting, impatiently judging by his craggy scowl, with Thor right beside him, hammer back to hanging on his belt. Dad is standing apart from them, hands shoved into his pockets as he watches your approach. Jormy is upright again, looking almost like he's sitting on his coils, and his tongue flicks out and over the gap where his tooth used to be.
"Finally, what are you Tyr a god or a slug?" Dad remains unhappy with everything that's not you, Hel or Jormy it seems.
"Shut up Loki." Thor snaps and Jormy's angry hiss fills the air effortlessly. "You as well, monster." Jormy hunkers lower, still hissing, and fixes one eye on Thor as though the thunderer is a particularly irritating fish that Jormy intends to catch.
"Jormy! Are you okay?" Hel, weirdly cheerful and animated, rushes to him and throws her arms around him. She can't reach all the way around him any more but it's just an inch or so. You decide to follow her lead, Hel usually knows what she's doing, and you bound over to your big brother to headbutt-hug him.
Startled out of hissing Jormy nudges first Hel then you with his snout. "Fine, what about mama?"
"She said to give you her love." You answer and Hel pulls him closer to whisper the details of your conversation with mum to him.
"Hurry up, let's get this done." Odin booms and dad sighs.
"You heard your beloved uncle children, time to marvel at the sight of Asgard." If dad was any more sarcastic he'd loop right back round to being dead serious. Thor mutters something you don't quite catch. You suspect it's rude and about dad.
"Does that make Thor our cousin?" Jormy hisses.
"Why yes I believe it does." Dad's wearing the biggest grin you've ever seen. Thor looks even more thunderous than before and stomps off ahead of Odin towards the rainbow touched down in the plain.
"Careful Loki, play with lightning like that and you'll get scorched." Tyr's probably right you don't care and you doubt that dad does either. Dad ignores him and heads for the Bifrost. You follow quickly.
When you set paw on the Bifrost the first time it takes your breath away. It's like walking on air, probably because it is, coloured, slightly damp air. You start on the red, paws dark blotches in the bright scarlet that ripples out at every step. Fun as that it red gets boring fast and you skip into the orange, watching it ripple and blend with the red and yellow either side of its stripe.
You hop into the yellow, mess around there for a few moments before leaping onto the blue section. Briefly the spots around your paws turn green. Yes! This is the best thing ever! You could do this all day, all night, forever.
"I never thought I'd say this Loki but your son is adorable."
"Shut up Tyr."
Not paying attention you skid across the Bifrost, leaving a rainbow smear in your wake. Sadly you can't roll in the rainbow to dye your fur but it's not for lack of trying.
"Nonono Jormy don't-" You notice Jormy accidently knock Hel's legs out from under her with his tail while he experiments with the colours of the bifrost. Hel lands half in the indigo stripe and half in the blue and the colours cling when she gets to her feet. If looks could kill Jormy, poor oblivious Jormy, would be dead.
Valiantly, to save your brother from becoming hundreds of new shoes, you put a set of bright orange paw prints on your sister's dress, tail wagging and most lovable expression on your face. Hel cuffs you, lightly, and pushes you face first into the green. It tastes as green as it looks.
Before you even start getting bored with the Bifrost you're at the gates of Asgard.
They're huge, taller than any tree you've ever seen, an imposing square thing made of pale white stone. You're still pretty far from its base but you still have to crane your head back to see the whole thing. You don't think Jormy could reach that high even at full stretch.
There's a figure standing in front of a pair of huge wooden doors. A man in white with flashes of gold for good measure. As you get closer the figure resolves into a man in more of the fish scale armour, but his armour is white rather than silvery metal. His skin is pale white, just like the tail of hair on his head and his golden eyes stand out in that sea of white. Even if dad had told you nothing you'd know who this is, Heimdallr and when they said whitest of the gods they meant it. When you get close enough for conversation you see that Heimdallr has teeth the same gold as his eyes.
"Welcome home Odin, Thor, Tyr… Loki." Dad really wasn't exaggerating when he said Heimdallr hated him, you don't think you've ever seen an expression of such loathing before.
"Heimdallr these three children of Loki's will be staying here for a time. Extend them all the same courtesy as you would their father." Odin tells the watchman and Heimdallr nods solemnly.
"And where, might I ask, will these children be staying? I do not believe their father's hall large enough to house them all." There's something very cruel in Heimdallr's golden grin and the fur over your shoulders rises a little.
"I'm sure expanding Loki's home is not a task beyond us. But, should it prove to be, I would gladly open my doors to accommodate them all." Tyr offers at once. You stare at him, shocked. Why would he offer to do that? Do you need to make your anger at him, at all the Aesir, clearer?
"Well Loki?" Odin turns expectantly to dad. Thor seems confused on the other side of the old man but says nothing. Loki ignores Odin and looks first and Jormy then Hel and then you.
"What would you all like to do now that you are here?" He asks with very un-dad graveness. Suddenly this feels very important for reasons you don't understand.
[ ] You'll stay with dad of course! You and Jormy can sleep outside like at home while Hel sleeps inside. No fuss here, it's not like dad has some huge horrible secret he's keeping from you or anything. Maybe his house in Asgard is messy, which will irritate your sister no end, but that can be fixed easily.
[ ] Tyr is surprisingly nice you'll stay with him. Dad's… well, you're more angry with him for lying to mum than you are with Tyr right now. You don't think you could stand living with dad at the moment, maybe later you'll change your mind.
[ ] Why does everyone think in houses, you won't live with either. You're a wolf and that's not going to change, you don't need a house to sleep in or anything like that. You'll do what you want during the day like you always do and at night you'll find a nice bit of Asgard to sleep in and go to sleep. Simple.
Sorry for lateness, I'll do better next update I swear
