Loki had been crowned King in place of his fath- Odin. That man was not his father. There were protests at first, mainly from Thor's few friends in court. He found himself able to silence the protests easily; with Thor banished, the All-Father in Odinsleep, and Frigga tending her husband, he was the only option. After gaining the throne, Loki lounged a moment and thought. He was King, able to do anything, able to outshine his brother! But what first? Then it came to him, memories of playing with a small wolf pup. Loki decided what he wanted to do and called the guards to him. The two Æsir looked up towards him on the throne and he smiled.

"I need you to bring me a prisoner."

Fenrir found himself alone. Like always. He used to spend time with his father and siblings, but then Odin found the prophecy about Ragnarok. The Allfather commanded the young wolf bound in chains. Fenrir had been taken out in the woods until they reached a clearing. He had struggled, confused. The captors (Fenrir never got a good view of them) had chained him down with binding forged by dwarves, a magical ribbon that would not become loose except under two conditions: either the ribbon could be removed by a complicated spell, or the end of days had come.

Fenrir peered around him, the large muzzle atop his mouth heavy, and saw the clearing same as always. The birds sang beautiful songs his sister Hela would have enjoyed, there was deer his brother Jörmungandr would hunted with him, and in the corner of his eye a group of fox kits tumbling and playing together. Fenrir sighed, the foxes reminded him of how his father was playful and mischievous and reveled in the chaos caused by pranks and jokes.

Fenrir's ears twitched when he heard a sound much louder than those he had grown used to in the peaceful forest. It was the sound of people crashing through the underbrush. Fenrir growled. 'What if these people come to take me somewhere worse?' But the small, hopeful part of him, the one he thought died when the chains came spoke up. 'What if they're letting me free? I might be able to see Father and Hela and Jörmungandr again! I'll even be able to see my annoying little half-brothers Sleipnir and Vali and Narvi!' He quickly stamped out the hopes he had, knowing they were unfounded.

The two sets of footsteps finally reached Fenrir's clearing. He was at the very least glad they were Æsir, his father's people. One of the guards started reciting the spell to loosen the chains. After the chains were hanging at his sides, a guard poked Fenrir to make him move. They led him along the trail he remembered led to Asgard.

Soon enough, the guards had him brought to Odin's hall. Fenrir gulped, nervous. "Are you sure you've got the address right? I don't think the Allfather wants to see me. I mean, he did lock me up in the middle of nowhere." One of the guards turned from where he was standing to point the end of his spear at the large doorway. "Okay, I get it… Alright Fenrir, you can do this. The Allfather just wants to see you, no big deal- Who am I kidding, this is a huge deal!" Fenrir was starting to panic by now, but the guards offered him no sympathy. Fenrir took a deep breath, mustered all his courage, and slunk through the doorway. When he didn't see the large and imposing form of Odin, but Loki, decked in all his armor (including the silly helmet) he could only say one thing.

"Dad?"