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Lewis 's novel The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The character is named "Fenris Ulf" in American editions of the book until the s, as well as in the animated adaptation.

Fenrir was also the influence for Carcharoth , an evil wolf serving Morgoth in J. Tolkien 's fantasy world of Middle-earth.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Monstrous wolf in Norse mythology. This article is about the mythological wolf.

For other uses, see Fenrir disambiguation. See also: Norse mythology in popular culture. Retrieved 5 January The Lost Beliefs of Northern Europe.

Oxford University Press. Heimskringla: History of the Kings of Norway. The Poetic Edda. Oxford World's Classics. Runic Amulets and Magic Objects.

Boydell Press. Meeting the Other in Norse Myth and Legend. The Vikings: Conquerors, Traders and Pirates. Orchard, Andy Dictionary of Norse Myth and Legend.

In Bildhauer, Bettina; Mills, Robert eds. The Monstrous Middle Ages. University of Toronto Press. Back then he didn't care if he made her laugh or cry just as long as she looked at him.

I admit, I may have had too much wine tonight but I thought I'd give it a try, you know in case you liked it. It was an innocent gesture but Loki suddenly couldn't stop thinking about the Vanir spell book he kept hidden under his mattress.

The banquet was drawing to a close but a few guests still remained. His father had thrown the feast to celebrate Thor's first victory in battle.

He hadn't wanted anyone to see how jealous he was feeling. That hateful part of him had wanted to turn the wine into vinegar or make the suckling pig dance across the table, nothing too horrible, just something to give the ladies a fright.

Then she had arrived, and any thoughts of mischief making disappeared from his mind. Not only that but she had been seated next to him.

Such opportunities didn't come along very often. She had been shy around him at first, not really knowing what to talk about beyond the ordinary pleasantries.

She had confessed that this was the first time she had been deemed old enough to be invited to this kind of gathering. He had boasted about all the feasts he had attended and disrupted with his pranks even though he wasn't that much older than her to begin with.

As the wine had started flowing their conversations became easier and he became bolder as Sigyn began to giggle at his jokes. We don't see nearly enough of you, Sigyn.

I couldn't think of a more wretched existence. Let me know if you ever need rescuing. In hindsight he should have noticed the she shadow of worry that flickered across her face when she told him.

He should have realised that Odin was not simply inviting her to stay in their home as a gesture of good will. Sigyn was being moved so that the Allfather could keep his eye on her, pun intended.

She must have done something to make her a person of interest as he would later learn that her role as a lady in waiting was only a cover and that Sigyn was unofficially under house arrest.

But at the time he was only thinking of wooing her. He glanced around the hall. Thor and the Warriors Three were in full drinking song mode, except Hogun of course.

The next time they met, her hair was its old shade of raven-black and he had nodded approvingly. It truly did suit her better dark.

He returned to the present, blinking away the memories of the past. And loyalty. He had said it. Frigga did not bother to hide the wide smile that spread across her face as she noticed Loki's eyes returning to Sigyn as he spoke.

Her quiet, secretive son had given his emotions away in that action, despite what she assumed was his wish to keep it all private. Perhaps he was not even aware of the emotion, but Frigga knew enough of these matters that she could recognize it when it was presented to her.

His words told much of what he was looking for, of course, but it was his eyes that had given him away. Sigyn, when Frigga turned her attention to the girl, was still staring at her hands, though the flush of her blush had reached her ears and ran down her neck.

There was a tiny smile on her face, a pleased expression Frigga had not seen often on the serious young girl. That there was attraction between them was obvious, and in that moment Frigga decided she was well pleased with such a match.

Sigyn had come to her when she had left the academy, a quiet, pretty young thing that, though not talkative provided a constant companionship that the Queen enjoyed.

Perhaps she reminded her of Loki, a dark haired child who only used words when there was something important to say. Though she was not unkind, she did not speak often to the other girls, and Frigga found herself talking to Sigyn when she had sent all the others away.

Sigyn stayed, always stayed even when told the Queen did not need her there for protection, and that loyalty was a comfort to her.

She would be good for Loki, if her guess of their feelings was correct. If she acted half as kind and compassionate as his wife, as she did as a protector and friend, then Frigga would be comfortable her son was in good hands.

She would speak to Odin, express all of this and make sure he would not stand in the way of such a match, and then she would speak to the girl.

To suggest it to Loki would be foolish. He would feel something was being forced upon him all the more and he would turn from the idea even if it were his most cherished wish.

Such a woman must exist in all of Asgard," she allowed her gaze to linger on Sigyn for a moment as she said that, hoping he would stop glancing around the room and maybe take notice of the girl's reaction, "But this conversation has agitated you.

Let us talk of other things, if you wish, and I will ponder the idea of your courageous young woman.

Sigyn, largely caught up in her own thoughts found herself again glancing up at Loki as he paused in his speech. For half a moment her eyes met his before she looked away again, her mind reeling with what he could mean.

He had said she was intelligent, and she was a fine sorceress if she allowed herself that pride, and she would be loyal to him, as she would hope any woman would be to her husband.

The courageousness was not something she thought she had, preferring to weather the storm of other people by tempering it with silence and fake smiles while inside she seethed.

When faced with physical danger she would defend herself, defend her Queen above all else, but she was not sure that was courage.

That was just her duty. Yet there was no mistaking his eyes had turned to her and she did not know what that meant.

She was on uneven ground, knowing she should not be getting her hopes up but not entirely able to rule out that maybe he had been thinking of her as he spoke.

It was unlike him to recognize her existence, when normally she was just a feature of the room. Even in their younger days, when they were more equals within the walls of the academy she had not been his friend.

Amora occupied his time, and their interactions had been more a forced need of study by their instructors. It had only been one time that he had actually reached out to her in any way, and in that moment he had won her heart though she was loathed to admit it.

She was not the only dark haired woman in all of Asgard, but being dark was uncommon and therefore something other girls found an easy target to pick on.

She had taken the abuse in school, learned to be on her own and largely ignore them, but what child did not want to belong with the rest?

As she grew older she hid her tears and resentment behind the want to fit in and when she had finally asked her sister for advice, been told to try and change what they picked on.

Nanna had helped her find the ingredients and the spell to turn her hair from black to a shimmering gold. She remembered running her hand through her hair, feeling included but almost feeling like it was an empty victory.

Nanna's hair was light, but she had been born that way and never teased for it, yet she assured Sigyn this would help. Sigyn had not questioned then that she would not know what it was like.

So the next day she had gone to her classes with a smile on her face. The other girls told her how lovely she looked, though none of it was really kind.

It had taken a dark haired boy examining her for a moment and telling her he had preferred the black to remind her that she did not need their false friendship.

That night she had reversed all of her magic, returning her hair to it's natural state and had ignored her sister's questions or the girls' responses to her change.

She would be herself, and if that was not good enough for them it had been good enough for Loki, and that had been enough to sustain her until she had gained enough confidence in herself to not have to rely on her memory of his approving nod.

Yet, she had always looked at that as just being a child. The way her heart would ache for him was just the fancy of a teenage girl, and she had grown beyond that.

She had grown beyond that until she suddenly had a hope that he thought kindly of her. Once he had begun to glance sideways at Sigyn, in what he fondly imagined what a discrete, casual fashion, as when he looked at any other young lady of Asgard, Loki found that he could not readily make himself stop.

She seemed to draw his gaze in a way that few others did. Certainly, she was attractive and in the unusual way that Loki preferred — the raven's wing black of her hair was a far more pleasant colour that the honey-blonde of most Asgardian women and for reasons beyond the purely physical.

While Sif had come to hers Certainly, he remembered how she had looked like as a blonde, but that had been years before and, now, when he tried to imagine it, his mind simply would not show it.

From what he remembered of their lessons together, she was perfectly adept at the science of sorcery as well as being quite intelligent — much more so in her way than even Amora, who tended to turn into a lovesick puppy when his golden brother stepped into the picture and Loki, utterly unaware of any such tendencies in his own character, did not approve of them in others.

He did not want a wife who would fawn over his every gesture or whim simply because he was Loki and certainly not when, in time, he would certainly have an entire kingdom of fools to offer him that service.

And she had the subtlety that had been denied Sif, she whose preferred solution to any problem was the sharp edge of a sword.

Loki's thoughts were distracted by Mother's eventual comment and his gaze returned to her before unconsciously following Frigga's glance over at Sigyn for a moment before he ranquil that he was near to betraying himself.

Instead, Loki drew himself up in his seat, fixing his eyes on his mother, not daring even another glance at the younger woman now that he thought his interest discovered.

I would ask one thing first. I would tell my brother in my own time and in my own way. Then, at least, he would not have to suffer the barbs of his brother's 'friends'.

That said, he let a thin sigh whistle between his teeth, before he relaxed a little, resting back in his chair in an illusion of ranquility.

Whatever his appearance, Loki's mind continued to whirl and twist beneath it as he sought for an escape from the trap he could feel closing in about him.

At the least, he had not been given a time within which he must find a bride But it would surely come. For now, he raised a hand in a gesture of interest.

She watched as Loki followed her gaze and then very pointedly looked away. She did not make mention of it, and kept her face neutral, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.

She assumed he was placating her for now, but until she could further think on the situation she would not press it with him.

He would be taking a wife soon, if she and Odin had their way, but she would give him time to take in the information and give herself time to convince her husband that Loki should be able to choose a wife he would be able to love.

Your news will be yours to share as you see fit," she assured him. She was glad to see him relax, allow himself to lean against the chair instead of acting like he was ready to spring up at a moment's notice.

She allowed herself that same luxury; her hands folding in her lap as she listened to him begin to speak. The topic of conversation pulled a slight frown from her, opposite to his smirk.

Like most situations my children and their friends find themselves in. She was not angry, but she was weary of the worry and she did not appreciate the mirth Loki seemed to find in these situations.

She watched him carefully, to see if there was any remorse in his face though she did not fully expect it, one eyebrow raised in an expression of expectation for some sort of apology from him.

Story Story Writer Forum Community. Movies Thor. A story of the tumultuous love between Loki - God of Mischief and Sigyn - the woman who would be faithful to him.

Though it is set in the Marvel movie verse we are also pulling from myth and the comics. The rating may rise in later chapters.

Save that one matter. Loki wished her and Sif a long and vicious courtship. He would enjoy the spite. As for the others, the least said the better.

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