Chapter No.27 Fenrir (2/3)

 [Third Person's POV]

[Utgard City, Realm of Jotunheim]

Utgard, the towering fortress city in the realm of Jotunheim, loomed amidst a landscape of frostbitten mountains and icy winds. The colossal walls of the city were built from ancient stones that had withstood the test of time, a testament to the might and resilience of the Jotnar, the frost giants who ruled this unforgiving realm.

Inside the central citadel of Utgard, King Utgard-Loki sat upon his stone throne, the frost in the air swirling around him as if in deference to his presence. His eyes, cold and calculating, glimmered with a dangerous intelligence that rivalled even the most cunning of gods. He had long been a rival to Asgard, always scheming from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Today, however, something was different. A palpable tension filled the air of the throne room. The frost giants standing guard could feel it, though they dared not speak of it. They, too, sensed the disturbance that had echoed across the realms. Something old, something powerful, had been awakened.

A loud thud echoed as the doors to the throne room were pushed open, revealing a giantess clad in armour made of ice and steel. Her presence was formidable, her eyes glinting with the same cold sharpness as her king. She was Skadi, the huntress of the mountains and one of the fiercest warriors of Jotunheim.

"Ah~ Skadi, Say what great news did you bring to my attention this time?"

Skadi stepped forward, her heavy boots crunching on the icy floor as she approached the throne. Her long, dark hair flowed like a cascade of midnight, and her face, though beautiful, bore the harsh lines of a warrior accustomed to battle.

"My King," she began, her voice steady, yet laced with urgency. "From our spies in Asgard and Helheim, there are troubling developments. Many people saw Heimdall bleeding from his eyes limping toward the palace of All-Father, and in Helheim; Garmr who slept all the time is becoming restless, causing chaos among the dead. It seems that something or someone has stirred him from his slumber. The realm is on the verge of upheaval."

King Utgard-Loki leaned forward, his interest piqued. "And what do you think? It's clear Garmr is not a serious threat to Asgard. So there must be something else that is more urgent than that," he mused, stroking his frost-covered beard thoughtfully. "We must get to the heart of this matter. Garmr may be a beast, but he is merely a guardian of whatever lies beyond the veil of Helheim. If he is agitated, it means that something even more powerful has emerged."

Skadi crossed her arms, her expression serious. "Many speculate that it has to do with Fenrir. Some believe he has broken free from his chains, and if that is true, we cannot underestimate his potential to wreak havoc across all realms."

Utgard-Loki's eyes narrowed, and he leaned back on his throne, considering the implications. "Fenrir… if he has escaped, it could spell disaster for Asgard and all their allies. The balance of power would shift, and we must ensure we are ready to capitalize on it. This could be our moment to strike."

"But, my King, what if he chooses to align himself with the gods? They might come seeking our aid, thinking that we would join forces against a common enemy," Skadi warned, her brow furrowed with concern.

"That is a risk I am willing to take. Let them think we are weak and divided, that we cannot work together. We shall keep our enemies close but not too close." He stood and gestured to Skadi, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Summon our finest warriors. We must be prepared to make our move as soon as the time is right. If Fenrir is truly free, we must find him before the Aesir do. I want to know where he is hiding."

Skadi nodded, her determination evident. "It will be done, King Utgard-Loki. I will rally the Giants and send scouts to find Fenrir. We cannot let the Aesir and Vanir gain the upper hand. If we are to claim our rightful place in the pantheon, we must act decisively."

As Skadi turned to leave, Utgard-Loki's voice stopped her. "And, Skadi, if you find Fenrir… do not let him forget who truly rules Jotunheim. Bring him to me, and we shall forge an alliance. With his strength and our cunning, we can reshape the realms to our liking."

Skadi shot him a quick glance, her eyes glinting with fierce determination. "Consider it done, my King."

With that, she strode out of the throne room, her resolve hardening with each step. King Utgard-Loki watched her leave, his mind racing with possibilities. The brewing chaos could serve as the perfect cover for his schemes, but he would need to tread carefully.

The throne room returned to its eerie silence, the chill of Jotunheim a constant reminder of the harsh realities that lay outside the citadel walls. As the cold winds howled, King Utgard-Loki sat back on his throne, plotting his next move while the shadows danced in the flickering torchlight.

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[Aditya's POV]

[Vrsadarbhpura City, Kingdom of Sindhu]

In the Royal Gardens...alone as I don't want Draupadi to follow me everywhere, not especially when I am doing this—

'System, use the companion card—Fenrir!'

[Using the companion card—Fenrir]

A transparent system panel opened in front of my eyes, and right away a small black wormhole appeared and spit a fist-sized pitch-black egg into the open palm of my hand, the wormhole closed itself just as fast.

My gaze went from the wormhole to the obsidian egg resting in my palm. It was smooth and cold to the touch, pulsing faintly with an energy that sent shivers up my spine. I could feel a powerful presence emanating from within, as if the very essence of Fenrir was locked away inside, waiting to be unleashed.

"Now, how do I awaken you?" I wondered aloud, inspecting the egg closely.

[Hint: Drop a drop of the user's blood on its surface.]

That simple!

Good~ Good~

I took a short ceremonial knife from my side, Siddharth gave me this as a wedding gift.

I held the knife in my hand, the weight of it both familiar and foreign. The intricate designs on the hilt caught the evening light, glimmering with an almost ethereal glow. It felt right to use such a significant object for this moment. The soft breeze in the Royal Gardens whispered around me, a reminder that the world outside was still turning, even as I prepared to awaken something powerful within my grasp.

With a quick, decisive motion, I pressed the blade against my palm. A sharp sting shot through me, but it was nothing compared to the excitement bubbling up inside. A single droplet of crimson pooled at the edge of the cut before I angled my hand over the egg, letting the blood fall.

As soon as my blood touched the smooth surface of the obsidian egg, it got absorbed without any residue. For a moment, nothing happened. I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me. Then, the egg began to tremble, pulsing rhythmically as if it had a heartbeat of its own. A deep, resonant growl reverberated through the air, and I felt the energy intensifying around me, filling the garden with an electric charge.

The obsidian shell cracked open, dark shards scattering like fallen stars, and from within, a shadowy figure emerged. At first, it was just a silhouette, but as the mist cleared, the form of a pup emerged, its eyes glinting like molten gold against the dark backdrop of its fur. The creature was small but powerful, exuding an aura of raw potential that made the very air shimmer.

Fenrir, in his youthful form, looked up at me, and the moment he saw me a happy expression broke across his face, revealing sharp, white teeth that seemed too big for his small frame. He bounded forward, his movements a mixture of playfulness and latent strength as if he were still getting used to his own body.

I knelt down, a mixture of awe and affection swelling within me. "So, you are Fenrir," I said softly, extending a hand toward the pup. He sniffed at my palm, and his warm breath tickled my skin. "You've been awakened from your slumber. Welcome to the world, little one."

He jumped into my arms with a playful yelp, nuzzling his head against my chest as if to claim me as his own. The connection was instantaneous, a bond forged not only from my blood but from something deeper, something primal that thrummed between us.

Only then did I remember— that I have Apollo's template is also associated with wolves too.

Fenrir squirmed in my embrace, his playful energy a stark contrast to the stillness of the Royal Gardens. I felt a rush of excitement; this bond was unlike any I had ever experienced. The pup's presence ignited a fire within me, awakening something primal that lay dormant. Fenrir looked up at me with those molten golden eyes, an innocent curiosity shining through. I couldn't help but smile at his exuberance.

"Alright, Fenrir, what shall we do first?" I asked, my voice low and inviting. He responded by barking excitedly, his tail wagging as he darted around me in circles. The joy radiating from him was infectious, and I found myself laughing, caught up in the sheer delight of the moment.

But amidst the happiness, I felt a deeper undercurrent of power. As the legendary wolf, Fenrir wasn't just any ordinary companion; he was a force of nature, a creature born of ancient myth and raw strength. The implications of our bond were vast, and I needed to be cautious.

"Let's explore the gardens, shall we?" I suggested, standing up and taking a step forward. Fenrir bounded after me, his small size contrasting with the ferocity that lay within. As we walked, I felt a connection form, an understanding that went beyond mere companionship. It was as if Fenrir could sense my thoughts, my desires, and I could sense his.

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[To Be Continue]

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A/N: King Utgard-Loki is father of Loki we know, In this AU verse.

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