At Einmal, pending at Singularity.

[sorcerous]

Must you?

Yes; I have borne a monster. This does not mean that every child I have will be a monster, nor that you may twist such a thing into a menagerie of possible children.

Sloths? A half-boy, half-scorpion? A golden eagle? A litter of momongas? And a girl-sorcerer with too much mind and too little heart.

As for the rest: patience, if you will. Keep your focus to the faith healer, to the admiral, to the telepath. I tire.

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[vanagandr]

[ His tail wags, head dipping into his father's shoulder as a cold nose brushes against Loki's face. ]

Any wolf who tries to eat them will have to answer to me. As it is, you and I will just have to inform them that not all wolves will be as gentle as their big brother.

[sorcerous]

And there is no wolf in the Nine Worlds who may escape your jaws, who may run from you unscathed.

[ Finest, fastest, strongest, best. ]

[vanagandr]

[ His tail wags harder, muzzle pressing into Loki's neck and nuzzling. He knows he is strong, but there is something special about hearing it from his father. ]

They would be foolish to try.

[sorcerous]

It has been so long since I've seen you fight. I think I've forgotten the sight of a true wolf's grace and speed.

[ An arm curls around Fenrir's neck, and his cheek brushes against the rough, dark fur. ]

[vanagandr]

Your children are royalty among their others.

[ Best of wolves, best of serpents, best of corpses, best of horses. There's another nuzzle and the slide of his nose. ]

But if you wish to see it, all you have to do is ask.

[sorcerous]

[ One last touch to Fenrir's fur, and then Loki moves to his feet. ]

Then we will hunt. In-between worlds, where none may bind us.