As he grew up, the God Loki grew bored. He played tricks on the animals of the forest just for company. It never turned out good, as he would end up tricking himself.
Reaching maturity, Loki decided he wanted a wife, a woman for constant companionship, but immature and somewhat useless, no woman would willingly sleep with him. So he created one: a striking young woman called Hel.
Hel was fair of skin, with the Serpent's scales running along her body. With long, dark hair and the golden eyes of a snake, she was too good for the likes of her creator. "I am not your wife but instead your daughter!" said Hel simply.
And she was right.
So Loki decided that instead of a wife, he wanted a son, and of bone and blood, Fenrir the Great was born.
Unlike his humanesque sister, Fenrir took the shape of a man-sized wolf, his pelt shaggy and of black and silver, chains hanging from his majestic neck.
Time and time again, Loki would command his son to kill Odin as surely a wolf of Fenrir's size and strength could. But time and time again, the strong-willed God refused.
"I am your son, not your slave," said Fenrir simply.
And he was right.
So Fenrir left Loki, who was busy creating himself a second son -- a slave, perhaps. And Fenrir never returned to his father's side. Instead, he meandered the border of the Underworld, Niflheim, where Hel ruled with an iron fist.
There, he found love in a horned hound called Garmr and two months later, two sons of equal size and strength were born.
Skoll and Hati...
