Loki

Odin

It was with a guilty relief that Odin left Frigg and wandered back over towards where Hel was waiting with Geiir. He loved his wife, indeed he loved them both and all his children but for the moment his heart was with Gersemi alone and even that was shuttered far in the back of his head.

Odin knew he had to be intelligent, he had to be guided by wisdom and not emotion. Everything possible had to be done to save his daughter but not at the expense of the other Gods. And that was why he could not bear to go to Freyja who even now was distraught beyond even his comprehension. She would attend his council and there he would set her mind at ease and convince her he would rescue their daughter.

"Hel," Odin greeted, startling both her and Geiir who had been deep in conversation.

"Odin," she said stiffly. "What do you want of me?" Odin sat down beside them both upon the bridge, purposefully giving away his advantage of height. He had hoped that a talk with a man as good as Geiir would somehow soften her but it appeared to have had no effect.

"If you are willing to give it, I would desire your advice at the council I have called. I also want your help, physically, in retrieving my daughter." Hels eyes went wide and she stared at him.

"Physically? As in go there and get her back?"

"Thor has already left and has probably landed himself in danger," Odin said, quite seriously. It would not be the first time and while the human's stories never told of such trouble between the Gods, Odin knew that this would take more strength and cunning than he or any had alone. "So I have decided that I will lead a group of ten Gods, Goddesses and minor deities on a mission to rescue my daughter. Those added to Thor and myself make twelve and you know the significance of that. I have already decided which ten I would like and will ask their permission at the council."

"And you want me," Hel murmured. "Why?"

"Attend the council and I will explain."

Fenrir:

The sun rose. And the doors oppened. Fenris sat on the porch of the house,

The mother of the sickened child came out and gasped.

"Fenrir." She could only mumble.

Fenrir woke up, he looked at the woman... "Feed me human, for I am hungry, feed me and I will lend your son help." Fenrir said

"Give me food and I shalt find the reason for your son sickeness."

The woman hastily ran inside, when she came out she came with her husband carrying a huge pile of meat.

"Oh Fenrir, this is our meat for the next two months, we give it to you so you could save our son."

Fenrir happily ate the food and then turned to the woman "Bring the boy to me." he comanded

The woman brought her child outside, Fenrir sniffed him.

"This sickeness has come from an plant, this plant is of a rare kin." Fenrir said

"I have seen it once and only once. If you wish to save your child... you are to find a wise man or a spirit if you will, they will be help to you." Fenrir adviced

"Ask of them the plant called The grey rose, this plant in wrong use; sniffed or eaten can be lethal and contagious. But in right hands it can be the strongest medicine that brings you out of death. If you wish to get this plant. you are to go through hell and beoynd. But now I must bid you fare well." Fenrir saw a bird coming to him, with a message. he had been summoned

*Backsies!*

Hel-

"Attend the council..." I murmured. "Perhaps I shall."

"Then I suppose we will see you there," Odin said standing up.

"How long will this take?"

Odin shrugged. "As long as it does."

"Oh very helpful," I replied sarcastically. "Only I have a bunch of men down there that will grab any chance they get to escape."

"Something will be arranged."

"It had better, Odin," I called after him.

His warrior, Geiir, lingered a little. He looked familiar...

"What?" I asked sharply.

He shook his head. "Nothing. My brother, he died in his bed and I was wondering..."

I sighed. I got this whenever I went anywhere. "Name?" I asked flatly.

"Well, we called him Pete but that wasn't his real name, it was-"

"Ooh, Pete, looks like you?"

"Yes." He looked at me in hope. "Do you know him?"

"He's holding the fort for me," I said, and softened a little. "You know, it's not really as bad as all that. A bit cold, bit pale but on the whole... they would do a lot worse."

Geiir nodded. "Thank you."

"That's what I'm here for," I said. "I guess I'll be sticking round a little longer."

"Geiir!" Odin called and the warrior hurried away without a second glance.

I began making my way into Valhalla -they must have a room for me, when a Valkyrie tossed a package at me.

"Odin says you are to look presentable," she said.

I scowled. Rags were usually all I wore, and for a war council...

"No thanks," I said. "I'll make my own entrance."

And I certainly planned to.

OKAY LET*S GET THIS STORY MOOVING:

Fenrir:

Fenrir walked into a portal. He stepped out of the portal in Valhala, The same minute that he stepped out, he saw Hel.

My thoughts exactly =)

Odin

The arrangements didn't take long. Odin called in a few favors and soon had a small team of Valkyries who were willing to pay a visit to the underworld. They assembled themselves before him, looking down cast but brave and resolute.

"Just keep the dead quiet for a while," Odin instructed before sending them on with an absent wave of his hand. And that was it. All invites sent, all other matters sorted. Now for the council. Odin's mind clicked across. One step at a time is the best way to go...

Silk and marble decorated the council room but Odin recoiled as if struck as he entered. There was Freyja. Already seated, her eyes red and puffy, a scowl at her brows. Not now, one step at a time. Oh Freyja, not now.

"My dear," Odin greeted her awkwardly.

"Husband," Freyja said. The word was empty and hollow, filled with grief. And Odin broke. He swept through the room to her side and took his wife in his arms. He rubbed her back and ran his hands through her hair, murmuring nonsense in her ear as any husband should. She stiffened and then softened to his touch.

"I'll get her back," Odin swore with a cold, ruthless ambition that only he could express so thoroughly.

Gods started to arrive.

Nobody did loki yet!
....can I have loki?

Sure.

Name: Loki(but he prefers the term 'foxy one')
God of: Mischief and trickery and lying
Personality: A clever, cowardly god who is sadistic and loves to play tricks on people.
Powers: Shapeshifting into other forms