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Numb and Lost Inside |Thor + Fenrir|

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He continues to stroke his back hand moving up into his hair, more stroking then petting now as he held the boy to him. Thor could only imagine the frustrations the boy felt, the way the whole world seemed against him. “Because they are innocent some are younglings, they have done nothing wrong. ” He sighed softly “You think that I should kill everyone that is weaker them me? It just is not how things are done”

Thor held Fen closer “Aye, Return with me. You shall have my word that as long as you follow my rules, you will live under m care, under my protection.  Not even Odin will harm you, I swear. to you nephew. “

He grinned as the other agreed. “I do not want you on a bloody leash, there is no need for anymore bloodshed.” He smiled again and picked up Mjolnir. “We will go back now. Get you cleaned up.”

Hearing this made the wolves anger grow more. They were young and did nothing wrong. That reminded him of his own siblings. The triplets themselves had been young and innocent. But where had that put them? Even during their time on Asgard they were treated like beasts unless their father or Frigga was there. Letting his hands curl into fists Fenrir had to bite his tongue. His uncle wasn’t right. He was far from it. But to voice that would lead to nothing. 

Snorting softly to the mention of Odin the boy jerked away and peered off into the distance as he remembered his apparent grandfather. Odin had never cared for the wolf, even when he was but a boy. Back when he had asked Odin outright why he hated the child so much. His answers were simple. Because Odin didn’t trust Fenrir. Hardly anyone did it seemed. 

"It was a figure of speech." Looking at his uncle the boy narrowed his eyes more. "I want to take the Bi-frost through the forest. Not the main gate back to Asgard."

(Source: asgardswolf)

// Hn. I miss when this account was more active. I use to have more roleplays then I could handle on here before I started work and college at the same time. 

Now I am lucky to even get two going at the same time. Even when I write my own seven para open starters that no one takes advantage of it seems.

Oh well….everyone I use to rp with has seemingly disappeared and I can’t rp with Jorm anymore because Fenrir abandoned him after last night. 

Lame~ 

// I’m going to bed. Both Fenrir and Fenris aren’t very happy in my head. Go figure. Neither have been in good moods for a while now. Too much pent up energy, anger and other things. 

Uh. FYI

Fenrir = Humanoid form
Fenris = Wolf form

^ Just an easier way to differentiate between the two in roleplays. 

Anyways, I have an open starter here. It’s about seven paragraphs long though. It does take place on Midgard in New York. That way anyone can reply easily to the situation at hand. I don’t care if it’s angst or something like that either (just inform me if so in an ask) since Fenrir is already upset in the starter to begin with and has already typically terrorized the forests of the surrounding area. 

http://asgardswolf.tumblr.com/post/75874356164/open

~Open~

A loan howl rippled out from the forest upon the outer banks of New York State. The earth itself had started to tremble as if a quake was racing through to claim the lives of many. But the trimmer wasn’t being caused by a natural fault shift of any kind. If anything the cause of the trimmer was much more deadly and would prove to be more tragic if not tamed within a certain time frame. Yet while the source of this event wanted to kill and ravage; there was still a slight since of morality racing through the monsters mind but that didn’t stop him.

His form had taken on that of a wolf once more. Emerald eyes the size of cars peered out from within black fur; the same shade as the night sky. Fenris had broken forth from his humanoid form. A size much larger than any natural beast the realm of Midgard had ever seen. A simple step alone was able to shake the ground below him and yet right now he was running making it that much worse. With every step he trampled through patches of trees; leveling them flat in his path.

Another howl broke through the roaring winds as the young god slowed to a stand-still mere miles from New York City. Why he had chosen to return here he wasn’t sure. Bad things always seemed to happen in this pathetic place. If anything he should’ve ran to Jotunheim. But he had come to Midgard after losing his brother. Perhaps coming back to New York was just another way to torment himself. It made perfect sense after all. His father had been captured here. Fenrir’s first mate, Agent Newton had died here; by the wolves own hands unknowingly. The only other thing that had really happened in this place was he and his brother bonding. But now that bonding was for nothing.

As the wolf stood in place his bones started to slowly shift; crackling and popping out of their sockets as he started to shrink in size. Howls of pain eventually turned to more humanistic screams as Fenris reverted back to Fenrir. His bones realigned as he settled upon hands and knees with the earths soil under his skin. Nails still sharp dug deep into the soil as his head dropped and ears became pinned back. Heavy breaths ripped from his throat which was now bleeding from having ran dry during the howling.

It took a moment before he could pull himself up. Body shaken as emerald hues settled on the city line ahead. Chuckling softly the prince couldn’t help but allow himself to laugh. He was in pain; just like he always was after morphing. But this time the pain was that much deeper. A brother had been cut off. There was no telling to where his father was. Anyone that had ever seemed to have mattered had once more slipped out of his fingertips; something he was becoming use to now days.

Letting his vision drop he starred at his feet before pulling up his hands; curling the fingers inwards so his nails would scrape his bare palms. Every muscle in his body ached yet there was little time to worry of that. Soon someone would be on his trail to check out what had caused the path of destruction he had left. In a way he didn’t care, but he also knew sticking around wasn’t the best idea either. Though with that thought his eyes wondered over himself now. His body lay riddled with new scars, blood and more importantly, no clothing to keep to his name.

Raising a hand his fingers shifted in position before he moved his hand in a circle producing a small aura of colors; a set of skin tight black jeans appearing over his form with a teal hoodie followed. If anything it would be good until he could steal some clothing later as he usually did when on this pathetic planet. But for now he looked over his shoulder at his mess before disappearing over the city line to merge into the busy traffic of New York. 

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Anonymous whispered,

"I envy your scaly ass for having a mate. You always get the fuckin' mates. How?"

springofhvergelmir:

springofhvergelmir-deactivated2:

"… Scaly ass? And whom would this be? As for how, I simply am attractive and dedicate my entire self to the happiness of the one I love. I live and breath for them, and thus I would die for their whim. Is this so strange?"

A pinch between the brows, tension and paint rising up in his mind before he turned completely back around, “Of course I do not wish to alienate my elder brother, I do not wish to keep you from my children, but Fenrir… you and I, we have issues, issues best left unaddressed lest we rip each other apart. I don’t want that. But we heard ever down that path… I don’t want my heart full of resentment for you. I do not want my babies to learn that for one another.”

It was breaking his head, “We are both very hot headed, so as much as I love you, as much as I want to hold you close, talk through our issues. It will only end in a feud.”

"Then allow me to fix that for you, Jorm." Voice turning rather dormant the wolf moved forth to hug his brother once more. But he didn’t keep it up for long before he simply walked past the younger god. His hug had been anything but warm. Infact it had been literally cold as his skin finally took on a light blue apperance. Fenrir had never reverted to this form. But now for some reason it was breaking through as his eyes went from emerald to a blazing red. 

Stopping a few feet away he kept his gaze straight ahead. But his words seemed to find a way to direct back behind himself. “Like I said. They won’t even have to know of me. Give uncle my biddings.” Raising a hand before himself his fingers splayed as a current rippled between his digits; a rift appearing within mere seconds before the teen walked through and ultimately disappeared from any possible line of visage.

Anonymous whispered,

"I envy your scaly ass for having a mate. You always get the fuckin' mates. How?"

springofhvergelmir:

springofhvergelmir-deactivated2:

"… Scaly ass? And whom would this be? As for how, I simply am attractive and dedicate my entire self to the happiness of the one I love. I live and breath for them, and thus I would die for their whim. Is this so strange?"

"Even when you would retract and insult you bring forth ten more, what is it you desire? I cannot procure a mate for you," Deep emeralds rolled to the heavens, "We are not so different, not as different as you would like. We are both beings who yearn to survive yet we do so in different manner’s, dear wolf. I would be more wary when insulting me, my state will not prevent my fangs from seeking you out."

He turned away, arms crossed, “I retract my previous statement, I have no further desire to wander with you. Come Ragnarok we shall fight side by side, but I don’t believe I want you around myself or my offspring before.”

Raising an eyebrow the wolf simply gazed upon his brother. “You act as if I just tried to insult you, when I tried no such thing. I simply stated that our values and ways of survival are different.” Tilting his head a bit the wolf let his own emerald eyes come to close. In all truth he was feeling his own family slowly slipping further and further away from himself with each passing day. Perhaps this was why he had been born a wolf. Because in the end he’d be alone and it was so much easier for wolves to cope with that loneliness. Though when his brother said he no longer wanted him around nor to ever come into contact with his soon to be children the wolves eyes took on a dull color as they slowly flickered opened. 

"Is that so?" Looking upon his brothers back the wolf gave a short, tight smile. He always smiled when he was really feeling something else. Always masked his voice when anything but anger was really trying to seep out of his being. "Don’t worry. They wont even know uncle Fenrir exists until my lycans start their attack on Midgard. If you want me gone from your life so badly, just say the words already."

Anonymous whispered,

"I envy your scaly ass for having a mate. You always get the fuckin' mates. How?"

springofhvergelmir:

springofhvergelmir-deactivated2:

"… Scaly ass? And whom would this be? As for how, I simply am attractive and dedicate my entire self to the happiness of the one I love. I live and breath for them, and thus I would die for their whim. Is this so strange?"

He gave a shrug, “I am simply more open, more… ‘trashy’ then you are. You said it yourself, I sleep with others far to easily and for the most meager of reasons,” It was cold, but he felt the need to throw back the wolf’s words. A sigh ran out as he eased his anger, “You will find the mate meant for you, brother, give it time.”

The hug startled him, eyes widening as he tried to figure out what was going on, awkwardly he patted his back, “I suppose we could go out again. It has been a while since I simply spent time around Midgard. Life has grown complicated.”

"To me it does come off that way, sometimes. But I suppose that’s only because I view everyone as beneath me unless they are in our family or earn their place in my eyes. Plus; you know my pride is too high for me to depend on others. I rather sleep in the streets then crawl into another persons arms just for warmth. But you and I are different. Totally opposite sides of a coin. Far as a mate for myself; it has already been seventeen plus years. I fail to give time a chance anymore."

Releasing his brother of the restricting hug Fenrir slipped his hands into the pockets upon his pants. A faint nod was given as he listened and grunted. “Complicated? Do you not have children on the way, plus uncle now? If anything I would say that is in no way complicating. But I wouldn’t know. I don’t have children nor a lover to deal with.”

Anonymous whispered,

"I envy your scaly ass for having a mate. You always get the fuckin' mates. How?"

springofhvergelmir-deactivated2:

"… Scaly ass? And whom would this be? As for how, I simply am attractive and dedicate my entire self to the happiness of the one I love. I live and breath for them, and thus I would die for their whim. Is this so strange?"

"You know who it is…." Casting his gaze upon his little brother the wolf crossed his arms and turned his head to the side. "I can understand all of that. But I don’t get how you catch them so easily. Sometimes it seems like you don’t even have to try. That’s the part I don’t understand." Glancing back at Jorm he narrowed his eyes for a moment before sighing. "It doesn’t matter. Getting use to it. Onto more important stuff. Cause that stuff will never change."

Walking to his brother he pulled the snake into a hug; a rare event from himself. “Remember the times we went out and had fun? I know I’ve been an ass lately. So; I figured I’d take you out again to make up for it. Do whatever you wanted. Or even go to whatever realm you wanted to visit.”