Even lying down, Fenrir still towers over Thor, the great wolf's jaw large enough to (attempt to) eat him in one bite. They would be fools to trust each other completely, and neither one of them is naive enough to. Their arms displayed plainly, a show of strength and defense, yet not readied to draw blood. It reminds Thor of his dealings with the Jotnar since Ragnarok, if slightly more civil. After all, Fenrir has far less personal - or recent - grievances against Thor specifically.
One of the ravens flutters down to land on his shoulder, but Thor does not turn to see which it is, his gaze fixed on Fenrir. A shadow inscribes lazy circles on the earth around them, marking the position of the other, both birds quieting as their master draws on the mantle of Allfather, for that is what he must be now.
"I have no intention of asking your fealty," he agrees with grave seriousness. "And I have no intention of imprisoning you, unless you mean to harm those under my protection anywhere in the Nine. Swear to me you do not, and I will swear not to chain you as my father did." Metaphorical or literal? Doesn't matter in the end. Had Fenrir been captured as a prisoner of war, there would be reason to cage him. Meeting as equals - or close enough - in the Nexus is another matter entirely.
The question of Hela is one that squirms in his chest, his altercation with his sister far too brief to do more than claw and slash and wound each other, so many questions left unanswered, haunted by distant thoughts of what Could Have Been. Thor watches the wolf, gnawing on that thought. What it would have been like to grow up the secondborn, what Hela would have been like before her banishment. He supposes he'll never know.
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One of the ravens flutters down to land on his shoulder, but Thor does not turn to see which it is, his gaze fixed on Fenrir. A shadow inscribes lazy circles on the earth around them, marking the position of the other, both birds quieting as their master draws on the mantle of Allfather, for that is what he must be now.
"I have no intention of asking your fealty," he agrees with grave seriousness. "And I have no intention of imprisoning you, unless you mean to harm those under my protection anywhere in the Nine. Swear to me you do not, and I will swear not to chain you as my father did." Metaphorical or literal? Doesn't matter in the end. Had Fenrir been captured as a prisoner of war, there would be reason to cage him. Meeting as equals - or close enough - in the Nexus is another matter entirely.
The question of Hela is one that squirms in his chest, his altercation with his sister far too brief to do more than claw and slash and wound each other, so many questions left unanswered, haunted by distant thoughts of what Could Have Been. Thor watches the wolf, gnawing on that thought. What it would have been like to grow up the secondborn, what Hela would have been like before her banishment. He supposes he'll never know.