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Fenrir judged that it was not beyond his strength, and so let the gods do what they wanted with it.
At Fenrir's first kick the bind snapped, and Fenrir loosened himself from Leyding. The gods made a second fetter, twice as strong, and named it Dromi.
The gods asked Fenrir to try the new fetter, and that should he break this feat of engineering, Fenrir would achieve great fame for his strength.
Fenrir considered that the fetter was very strong, yet also that his strength had grown since he broke Leyding, yet that he would have to take some risks if he were to become famous.
Fenrir allowed them to place the fetter. High says that, as a result, to "loose from Leyding" or to "strike out of Dromi" have become sayings for when something is achieved with great effort.
The dwarves constructed Gleipnir from six mythical ingredients. After an exchange between Gangleri and High, High continues that the fetter was smooth and soft as a silken ribbon, yet strong and firm.
However, they said that Fenrir would be able to tear it, to which Fenrir replied:. Fenrir responded:. I am reluctant to have this band put on me.
But rather than that you question my courage, let someone put his hand in my mouth as a pledge that this is done in good faith. When Fenrir kicked, Gleipnir caught tightly, and the more Fenrir struggled, the stronger the band grew.
When the gods knew that Fenrir was fully bound, they took a cord called Gelgja Old Norse "fetter"  hanging from Gleipnir , inserted the cord through a large stone slab called Gjöll Old Norse "scream" ,  and the gods fastened the stone slab deep into the ground.
After, the gods took a great rock called Thviti Old Norse "hitter, batterer" ,  and thrust it even further into the ground as an anchoring peg.
Fenrir reacted violently; he opened his jaws very wide, and tried to bite the gods. Then the gods thrust a sword into his mouth.
Its hilt touched the lower jaw and its point the upper one; by means of it the jaws of the wolf were spread apart and the wolf gagged.
High replies that "so greatly did the gods respect their holy places and places of sanctuary that they did not want to defile them with the wolf's blood even though the prophecies say that he will be the death of Odin.
In chapter 38, High says that there are many men in Valhalla , and many more who will arrive, yet they will "seem too few when the wolf comes.
With the forces assembled there, an immense battle will take place. This foot will bear a legendary shoe "for which the material has been collected throughout all time.
The poem is about the fall of King Haakon I of Norway ; although he is Christian, he is taken by two valkyries to Valhalla , and is there received as one of the Einherjar.
He glanced around the hall. Thor and the Warriors Three were in full drinking song mode, except Hogun of course. Sif was giving him a death glare from across the room as if to say 'touch her and die a gruesome and undignified death'.
When she nodded and got up to leave he grabbed a bottle of honey wine from the table, just in case he needed a little more courage, he flashed a grin at Lady Sif and laughed to himself when he saw her jaw drop in outrage.
The guards were just beginning to stir as they silently crept by under the Tarnhelm's charm. It was bizarre that Loki could feel Sigyn's warm hand in his but he couldn't see her or himself.
It was as though he didn't exist in that strange other space. He knew charms to shield himself from being seen, even Heindall had trouble focusing on him when they worked, but this magic was different.
They were not cloaked or hidden but literally invisible and completely undetectable passing through the corridors and city streets as though they were in a dream.
Not even the staff had carried power such as this, in all his life he had never felt this powerful before, not even when he had been king.
So when they were safely outside the gates of the city and Sigyn had flickered into sight again it was only natural for him to snatch the elfin helmet from her hands and make a run for it disappearing down the darkened road.
As he ran that unusual tight feeling under his skin returned only what had been barely noticeable a few minutes earlier had broken out into an unbearable pain that only got worse the further he ran away.
He had managed about ten yards when he finally collapsed on the cobblestones under a nearby oak tree with a strangled scream as it felt as though he was being stabbed repeatedly with thousands of sewing needles, the Tarnhelm fell from his head and rolled a few feet into a nearby ditch as he landed in the dirt.
He heard the echo of her riding boots as she followed his cries and the pain slowly subsided and disappeared as suddenly as it had came when arrived at his side.
It makes up the majority of my magic. When you agreed to help me I decided to bind you to your word. If you go back on our deal then I'm afraid things will get rather uncomfortable.
Did you honestly believe I would trust you? After everything you've done. I'm impressed that you managed to run for so long, though.
I like a man with a high pain threshold. Something snapped inside him then, he couldn't believe he had been so stupid to think she had offered him such a simple way out.
And she had the nerve to just stand there and laugh at him in her triumph like she always did. He had never struck a woman before but without thinking he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her slight form against the oak tree.
That was how he justified it to himself, at least, because the notion that his reaction to this had been to run to Mother was not one he wished Thor or any of the others to learn.
He would never hear the end of it from his brother, or his friends. No, Mother was his best hope of persuading Father to change his mind and that was all.
If this failed, he would find another way of solving his problem. As he approached, the two soldiers standing to either side straightened to attention, before swinging the twin doors open to allow him entrance.
Though she had not been expecting her younger son's arrival, it had not come as much of a surprise. She and Odin had long discussed the topic of their sons' marriages, debating the issue of what to do with Thor and Loki.
Both of her sons posed different challenges when it came to the subject, but Loki with his quiet and sometimes mischievous ways had caused Frigga to worry the most.
She did not think he would take so kindly to the news, and while Thor would still probably refuse any kind of push towards marriage, Frigga worried Loki would just resent it.
Yet, if he did understand why the decision had to be made, then she knew it would be good for him. She knew he was often by himself, alienated from Thor and his friends just by nature alone.
He preferred his knowledge and his sorcery to their brawling and hunting, and that left him somewhat of the outcast and caused his mother to worry for him.
A woman would be good for him, if he could find solace with her. A wife would be a companion; there to bring him out of his quiet and provide him with what he needed without his having to follow Thor into troubles he did not seek.
She firmly believed a wife would be good for her younger son, if only he would open himself up to the idea. He gave no outward signs of distress when he entered, his face calm, controlled and neutral as it normally was.
She smiled softly at him, nodded so the women that had been sewing with her would know to leave so he could speak in confidence.
Only one dark haired girl stayed, quietly working on her project and acting as if she were not there. Frigga glanced her direction for a moment; used to Sigyn's constant presence, though she was not normally focusing so much on her work that it seemed she would wish to disappear, before turning her soft gaze back to her son.
She would worry about her handmaiden's discomfort once her son was satisfied with her counsel. Loki paused as Mother smiled at him, waiting at the threshold as she motioned for the women — girls — who attended her to leave them.
His eyes swept over them one by one, dismissing each in her turn as just as unworthy as the next. Each was yet another example of Asgardian 'womanhood', each interested in nothing more than the gossip they shared and the weaving set before them.
If this was what his father expected Well, an illusion of himself at the least. There was no chance that Loki Odinson would end himself over anything as petty as empty headed women.
Say what he would about them, but they were well trained dogs, obedient to their master's will. It took mere seconds before they had cleared the room, leaving Loki and his mother alone at last.
Well, all but alone, he conceded silently in his mind, having readily marked the lone handmaid still at her stool, head bowed over whatever little web she was weaving.
But, beyond the bare fact of her existence, he did not give her a thought. There was always one of them at Mother's side, her guardian from sorcerers and poisoners just as the guards outside protected her from more mundane threats such as cold steel.
Loki, a master of sorcery himself, barely noticed them anymore. After all, he loved Mother dearly, just as much as he loved Father, and he could not see any future where he would wish either harm.
But, should he wish them dead, no girl-child fresh from the school of sorcery would stop him. Still, tradition was tradition and tradition in Asgard was almost as binding as law or the will of Odin Allfather.
Loki was shaken from his dark thoughts as Mother asked softly what troubled him and his eyes snapped back to her. Normally, at this point, he would have taken a seat, but the younger Prince preferred to stand this time, although he resisted the urge to pace up and down.
Instead, he took several steps closer, his head slightly bowed, keeping his eyes on Frigga as he approached.
Loki took a deep breath, his lips curling down slightly, hurt flashing across his features for an instant before he reasserted his control.
This was the first time he had had cause to question that in his own mind. It wasn't difficult for her to tell that her son was deeply troubled, having learned to distinguish his mannerisms a long time ago.
To the untrained eye, he would have seemed the normal Loki, but she knew by the way he held himself that there was trouble in his mind.
He did not take a seat and his eyes did not leave her face, as if he were searching for answers there before even speaking a word.
It was only when he started to speak that she saw the real emotion break across his face. He paused, breathed deeply and smoothed the hurt away but she had seen it.
There was no need for him to feel such turmoil over the idea of marriage, but then with Loki it always went deeper than the issue on the surface.
She did not know what was really flashing through his mind, and she was aware that she more than likely never would. She would just trust her son to tell her what he needed help with and she would do her best for him, as she had always done.
She stood as he spoke, cut the distance between them so she was only an arms length away. She saw the hope in his eyes, and she wanted to tell him she would talk to his Father.
She wanted to tell him it would all be alright and that he could just go back to his library and his solitude and she would handle anything that was troubling him, as if he were still a little boy.
Yet, she knew she could not do that. Loki was a man, and as a man he had responsibilities to Asgard and to himself.
There is wisdom in a match. Your Father would not make the decision lightly, nor would I stand by it if he had. Where do your reservations come from, if you wish your Father swayed?
She had her guesses. Loki himself had not chosen the path, and therefore would try to make it work on his own terms. It may come from Thor, if Loki had spoken to his brother, but she did not know if that was the case.
She just knew the pain she saw in his face, and the hopefully look in his eyes as he had asked for her help had torn at her heart, when she knew she would not be helping him in this except to guide him in his choice.
Loki readily marked the manner in which Mother stood as he spoke, that alone sending a stabbing sense of disappointment flickering through his body.
He would never admit it, not to himself let alone to anyone else in all the world, but his first instinct had brought him running to his Mother, seeking for her to make everything right again, just as she had in his younger years when she had smoothed away his hurt and his pain so many times.
Thor might have been independent from a young age, but Loki had always sought the approval of both of his parents in equal measure.
He had often sought the company of one or the other, knowing that they would not shun him as almost all others did — save Thor, but Thor was all too often to be found in the company of his 'friends' and he could only stand the scorn they showed him for so long.
Now, stood before Frigga, less than an arm's length apart, Loki's eyes flickered with hurt again. He was too wise and too knowing to miss the signals and he silently cursed the instinct that had brought him here.
However, he was committed now and he smoothed the emotion away before it could be seen. Still, he could not help the slight stiffening of his body nor the sense that he had already lost.
Of course Father had spoken to Mother beforehand. His sole ally, gone before he had a chance. But he was a Prince. His chin rose slightly, preparing for the verbal blow he thoroughly expected to follow.
Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps he had misjudged the signals. Perhaps he could still hope? Cautiously, Loki listened to his mother's words, his eyes searching hers for whatever emotions she might have.
He had already forgotten that they were not alone, the lone handmaiden lost in the sheer wrongness of the situation, the urge to simply shriek out that he was not ready, that he knew of no woman he wished to marry, that he did not see why he should be the one to surrender his freedom while Thor and his friends ran amuck all across the nine worlds on one useless, futile, childish jaunt after the other.
But he kept his bitterness bottled inside of him, letting the reasonable words of Mother wash over him, knowing that he had no chance of convincing either with spite — but perhaps with patience and words.
Of course, his instinct was to dissemble, to hide his real motives. But he knew that would be a mistake. Truth was his greatest weapon here and he planned to wield it as a dagger, insofar as he dared.
But Loki could not hide the hurt and pain that filled him. Nor do those who Father named fill me with great longing for the state of matrimony. If I must take a wife, why can it not be in the fullness of time when I have found a woman who I wish to marry — in my own time for my own reasons?
He was a quiet child, a quiet man, but when his emotions ran high they would break free and then he was not easy to deal with. She was glad he was tempering them for now, and gently she reached out and pulled him into a hug, "This is not meant to be something you are forced into or something you are not ready for.
This is no punishment. I know you are ready for this step in your life, and I know you will find happiness in it.
You will not be forced into marriage with a woman you do not for, as if it were a prison. That I will not allow.
Though her words were soft, she hoped he heard the assurance and determination behind them. Despite any woman Odin thought a good match, the choice would go to Loki and Loki alone.
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