Fenrir's Saga

By Televassi

Yes skald, you speak of me, but you never get my story right. The tales of Fenrir stink as soon as you give them a sniff. Why would the gods keep a ferocious wolf in their home; one that was predicted to kill Odin? No one is that stupid. How was Fenrir tricked into allowing himself to be shackled not once, but three times? I'm not enough of a beast to fall into a trap; I never needed to break some chains just to prove to them my strength.

I can smell your questions, story-teller: 'why didn't the gods just kill me?' Do you really believe that the gods didn't want to defile their holy places by spilling blood? I know the answer - it's an in-joke between them all. Asgard's foundations are soaked with the stuff. As for my bound state now? I don't believe that Gleipnir is so strong because it was forged from the sound of a cat's footfall.

Let me tell you three things. I know I didn't take Tyr's hand; he was my friend. I know my vengeance will be the end of Odin's world. 'Ragnarok' is what he calls it, but he has such the ego to think that his death will be the end of everything.  Finally, if Vithar – that pathetic runt – tries to stop me? I'll have crunched his skull into powder by the time I'm done with him.

But to the telling! You may not have the wolf's nose to sniff out lies, but I promise to speak the truth. The problem with prophecies is that those who see them believe them to be true. This is why I am called the Father of Wolves, and how I came into conflict with the All Father, Odin. It's time everyone knew the secrets of the gods.