Fenrir's ears remain back, pressed against his neck in a mix of fear and snappish aggression...and yet his eyes follow the way Thor sets his axe down. Slowly, just as slowly, broadcasting his intent, he sits, then lies down, paws forward, head up. Vigilant, not aggressive.

"Had you known her when we were young, you could have loved her as I did," he says. "She was never gentle, but she was a leader. A general. Even-handed and watchful toward her soldiers. And me."

"But she was never content, never sated. Then, time and darkness changed her."

"I was hers, but I am also of Asgard. Before she and Odin turned against one another, I was sworn to the throne. You will not bind me again, but I have no quarrel with your people."