Loki

Sure you could and yes, you can have Fenrir. That would be fun =)

Fenrir slept.

He was in some forest that he had stumbled into last night.

He had had a ruff night; he had caught no rabits and he was starting to get hungry. And that was never a good thing with Fenrir.

As I'm such a feminist and that my mock exams are now over, I think I'll take Eir and join this story book

I'll post my profile once I get up in the morning and think of something gangster. It's 1:45am here and I don't want to work my grey matter at the moment

Yay, awesome, Andy =)

Name: Eir

Position: She is the daughter (princess) of the King and part of the Royal Family that serves Odin. She is proficient in various forms of healing, especially herb-craft to provide aid for the Valkyries. She also has competent knowledge of range and melee combat.

Appearance: Short blond hair with brown eyes. Slightly athletic build and tanned skin from her travels and occasional training outdoors with her bow and sword. Dresses in a white tunic, leather gloves and boots. Also has an amulet around her neck.

Background: In her childhood, she was quite a mischief maker. This made her a difficult pupil to tutor due to her distruptive behaviour and disrespect. Eir however was keen when it comes to outdoor and physical activities. Her father (who can get impatient easily) would get angry with her and discipline her harshly out of the act of love. There were instances where Eir's mother would break out in tears, begging her husband to stop. Her relationship with her father is unstable. At times they get along well and others, they don't. Over the years, she grew fonder of her mother because of her gentle nature. In her teenage years, she came to realize the importance of her role and decided to take her education more seriously. One day, she became friends with the the Goddess Frigg as she was lying out in the nearby plains, watching the clouds and saw that a woman was weaving clouds. Through Friggs, she was taught various methods of healing.

Personality: She is outgoing and friendly to the people in her community and her friends. She can also think on her feet, being able to make split second decisions if need be. However, she isn't very brave and would get nervous and probably run when faced with such a situation. She also feels humble and possibly even awkward when she is around her father. This is because she is confused about her father's intentions. Her father's attitude towards her varies so much that she is unsure.

*I loved this storybook, can I come back for a bit? I'm here til tomorrow!

BTW, Anizus, Hel and Fenrir are brother and sister! Messed up, right? But how about a family reunion*

Hel-

She was shocked and rather insulted by Odin's dismissal, and left frost in her path on the spotless white flagstones of Valhalla. How dare he? Odin liked to think of himself as omniscient, but he wasn't. Even he admitted he could not read minds.

She had half a mind to follow him and to see what he was saying but had no real desire to face him again. His face, marred with only one eye, disgusted her not by its ugliness but by its arrogance.

At the same time, life was boring in the Underworld.

The Valkyrie who had shown them in perched in a niche. Hel let her cloak billow out rather impressively and shook her hair.

"Should Odin desire my aid, he need only ask. In person. If his pride holds him back, then his pride shall be his downfall. Tell him that I may be required more than he may presume and that my knowledge may be more extensive than I would have him believe."

She gave a sneer-smile and walked back out the door and across the glittering rainbow bridge.

OMG, I completely forgot about this, sorry!!!!!
I'll come in now.


Frigg:

Frigg walked slowly, contemplatively, she had long since learnt that the act of thought was one best done in peace. the air was fresh and clean, but Frigg good smell that something was happening, the clouds had never been able to hide the truth from her and, as she gazed up at them, she knew today was no exception.

The patterns were destinct to her, forming shapes and meanings that only she knew. Trouble was brewing, a warning was drawn clearly through the mist. Frigg's eyes widened when she realised what was being said.

"Hel is here?"

Picking up her pace she walked towards Valhalla's throne room, noticing a chill had entered the air as she approached. The entranceway was open, a frozen path leading away from the door. Frigg glanced inside and saw Scadi standing by the thrones. Tempted to talk to her friend, she was too curious about Hel to do so, and she knew that Hel impatience meant she had little time to meet up with her.

Turning away from the hall, she wlaked towards the Entrance of Valhalla, seeing Hel walking over the rainbow bridge.

"Hel!"

Hel turned, looking expectantly at Frigg.

Frigg walked slowly towards Hel, knowing the other goddess would wait even though she wanted to leave.

"Hello Hel."

"Hello Frigg," Hel's voice was tight.

Frigg smiled gently, "Why are you here, I thought that Odin had restricted you to the underworld?"

Hel sneered slightly, "I am not restricted to anywhere. Your husband does not have that power."

Frigg's smile dropped slightly, "Yet you felt compelled to stay there," she shrugged, "that is your choice and your private matter. What I want to know is why you came here."

Hel looked at Frigg intently, "Your precious husband has lost another child," Frigg's smile vanished, Hel laughed, "Not yours. Freyja's dear Gersemi."

Frigg tried to see if Hel was lying, but could see no hint, "why are you here then?"

Hel shrugged, "It's my business as much as the rest of the family's, she is my cousin after all."

"Family has never concerned you this much before. Why now?"

"You hurt me Frigg, I care as much as you," she glanced out at the garden, "if you really want to know, why don't you go ask Odin, he's right there."

Frigg turned to see her husband, and as she did so Hel walked away.

Odin's back was turned away from her, and she saw that he ws attended by a man. she sighed, another of her husband's pets. Why was she not told? Looking away she started to think about what Hel had told her. So, Freyja has lost another of her children. Where and why are important questions, but what is my husband going to do about it?

she walked back into the halls that were her home and went searching for her companion, Eir.

Fenrir:

He woke up and looked around him. There were still no apatisers there waiting for him. Fenrir had started to think that maybe (just maybe he should have stayed in valhalla.)

Fenrir sat up and started to walk south.

Hel-

Hel walked away satisfied, but still a little annoyed that after her message Odin didn't desie to talk to her.

She stretched and inhaled the air. It was good to be alive and free of obligations. Shaking her hair out and leaving a pile of snow where she stood she travelled on. Where to next?

But she was still puzzling over what Odin wanted of her. She wasn't as powerful as she liked to think, and she knew it.

She turned back to where Odin was still speaking with his companion.

"You know what? No!" she said loudly. "I came all the way here and I have absolutely no intention of leaving until I find out just what exactly you want with me."

Unsure of whether he heard her or not, she sat down on the bridge.

*"You know what? No!" is a line that my friend should probably actually copyright, she says it so much, but it fitted here so I borrowed it.*

Fenrir:

He walked through the forest. He soon stumbled upon a small road. Fenrir looked at this odd small road and thought: this is nothing like in Valhalla. He followed the road for a few hours. He had grown hungry.. That is why he leaped at a helpless small boy who stumbled across him.

"What the?" The little boy shout out

The boy had tropped a pile of meat that Fenrir was now eating. After Fenrir had eaten the pile of meat he turned at the boy "You shall bring me a pile twice as big as this. If you do this I shall grant you ONE wish."

The boy had understood that the wolf he saw was no other than the child of Loki Fenrir Fenris. The boy nodded and ran to get some meat.

Fenrir sat down, pleased about the change of course.

"Hold still." Eir poured another bucket of water onto the boy's wound. She then wrapped a clean cloth around it and tied a knot.

"Here, drink this." She handed to him a bowl filled with soup.

"But it smells funny! I don't want it!"

"There's no taste to it," said Eir, "look, I'll show you." She placed her lips on the rim and took a sip.

"See? Now you try it."

The boy hesitated, but eventually finished drinking the soup. He then pulled the bed covers and rested his head on the pillow.

"You still have a fever," said Eir, her hand resting on his forehead, "get some sleep." She left the boy's room and gently closed the door behind her.

"How is he? Will he be fine?" asked the boy's mother.

"Yes she will ma'am. I've given him some medicine to help him sleep. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you more."

"No need to be sorry," said the mother, "we still have no idea of where this disease came from."

"Have you seek the village's healer for help?"

"We haven't seen him for the last two days. He left to restock on herbs and haven't returned since."

"That is strange." Eir slung her backpack over her shoulders. "...but I should be going ma'am. I have other errands to run. I'll return in the morning."

She drew the hood of her tunic and left, her mind plagued with the thought that she was useless to the woman and her son.

Of course you can Stella, and no worries Tamora. Thanks for keeping this going guys =)

Odin

"I came all the way here and I have absolutely no intention of leaving until I find out just what exactly you want with me," Hel claimed and fleetingly Odin wondered how long she really would wait, but first, he wanted to talk with Frigg.

"Will you go to her?" Odin asked of Geiir whose eyes showed confusion for a moment but then swivelled towards Hel and Odin gave the slightest of nods.

"What am I to say to her?" Geiir queried. He trembled a little, probably frightened by the stories the humans told of Hel and her temper.

"It does not matter," Odin said. "Merely keep her company for a moment." Geiir looked uncertain but bowed and strode away purposefully. Odin entered the halls of Valhalla and soon found Frigg in Eir's room, sitting upon the corner of her bed and looking to the door as if she were expecting someone. Odin liked to think he knew his wife's mind but wasn't certain if it was Eir or himself she waited for. He presumed the former.

"She left early this morning," Odin explained.

"Where to?" Frigg asked.

"A human village..." A bubble of silence formed and grew as Odin hovered in the doorway, his shoulders hunched and his mind deeply troubled by ill thoughts.

"You have a plan to retrieve your daughter?" Frigg asked at last. Odin winced. That Hel. How dare she tell my wife before I had the opportunity? But quickly his anger abated as he reminded himself that the opportunity had come and gone many times already.

"I'm holding a council of Gods in two hours. I've sent invites-" Odin bit his lower lip. That wasn't the right word. That word was too suggestive of celebrations, of... of birthday parties. "I'e sent summons to a selection of Gods and minor deities. Only Fenrir has yet to be located and I was hoping you would tell Eir."

Fenrir Fenris sta on his place he was starting to get frustrated. Where was the boy? Fenris sat up and started sniffing. He folowed the boys sent. The sent went through the road. He got to small village. And finally to a small house. It was night so no one had seen the gigantic wolf yet. The wolf looked into the house. He saw the boy. The boy was evidently ill.

So that was why he had not come. The wolf desicded to wait for the morning at the boys door. When he had sat down on the ground he smell a familiar sent. Who is this?

Eir?! What is she doing here? Fenrir was puzzled but soon calmed down. What ever she was doing could have not been as bad as HIS HUNGER.

The soft rustling of the leaves had brought out a strange calmness in her. When she was out treating the people that had been made sick by the disease or constantly scolded at by her tutor, panic and fear swelled up. But at this moment, there were only trees surrounding her, reaching high into the bright orange sky.

Eir soon entered a clearing in the forest. Tired, she collapsed herself onto the grass and spreaded her arms. She wondered if the people that she had helped today would get better. The mysterious disease had killed twelve villagers so far. Other clerics and herbalists had provided treatment, but had little effect.

She hoped that she hadn't failed.

Suddenly, a bird landed and peaked her.

"Ow!"

She sat up to find the Royal Family's white messenger bird. It had a small scroll tied to it's legs.

"For me?" Eir asked the bird.

The bird nodded. Eir started reading the message.

Eir, Odin has invited you to his council of Gods. It starts in about two hours. Be there early.

Love, Friggs.

"Is Odin in trouble?"

The bird did not respond. It took off and flew off in the direction of the castle. Eir got up, grabbed her bag and started running, following the bird.

Something must be wrong. Odin wouldn't declare a meeting on such short notice...

After sending Eir's message, Frigg walked back to her own room. The sumptuous decorations were gentle in their extravagence and she sighed as she looked at them; they only served to remind her that someone else had the same power she did.

Freyja. Frigg almost felt sorry for the other goddess, but she found she couldn't. She knew that her husband's other wife was almost as powerful as herself, and that knowledge was emphasised when things like this happened. None of Frigg's children had been stolen, thank the stars, but she knew that the fact that Freyja's had been meant they were deemed more important in the influencing of Odin. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the other wife.

Frigg was distracted from her thoughts by a movement at the doorway, a small shuffling.

She smiled, "Eir, come in quickly and noisily, there is no need to stand timid on the threshold."

Eir walked in and took the seat Frigg offered her, "I have been invited to the council of Gods."

Frigg's smile did not falter, but she felt her heart drop, "he holds you in high esteem, Eir."

Eir frowned, "I know, but I am worried, there is little that would cause such sudden and direct a summons."

"Little indeed," Frigg muttered before speaking aloud, "you will find out when the council is begun. for now i would lie to hear about your exploits in the villages. How is the sickness?"