Okay, slight alteration in this, Jörmungandr does not exist, and Angrboða is only referenced as the mother, nothing else about her is revealed.

For nearly as long as you could remember, you ran and hunted the wilds of Vanaheim which had been your home. You spent your time in the woods, being hunted by those who wanted to skin you or just the wanting the prestige of being the one to kill you. It was well noted that you were older than any other wolf on the realm, larger than any other and your coat was the only one of pure white. It had meant that for your long life, you feared the presence of others.

What you often had to force yourself to remember was the memories that often haunted you as you slept. You often sat looking into a pool of water as you combed through your recollections trying to place faces, trying to figure out what it was you were remembering. Laughter and happiness seemed to be a large part of it, but you also recalled cries and a man yelling, trying to defend you. But from what, from who? It caused you to cry, large tears falling from your oddly green eyes and into the water, causing your reflection to ripple and fade.

One day as you tried to hunt, your instincts told you that you were being watched. Without even taking a moment to think, you ran. You ran as fast as you could, not stopping, just listening to your gut, which was telling you that you were not yet safe, and continued to run. Finally, you came to the very edge of Vanaheim; where it was no longer possible to run, and then, and only then, did you decide to stop. Gasping for breath, exhaustion began to overtake you. You had burned all the energy you were saving for your hunt, and adrenaline had carried you until you felt safe. Seeing a cave and smelling that there was no occupant within, you dragged yourself over to it, curled up and fell asleep within moments.

When you woke again, your muscles throbbed from the running, and your stomach ached from hunger, but you sighed contently at the sound of wood burning wood crackling and the heat it provided before you jumped to your feet and stared around in terror. You snarled viciously when you saw a dark haired man watching you as he sat near the fire, not making any attempt to come toward you, or flee.

"Please, do not worry." He stated calmly. "If I had wished to harm you, surely I would have done so as you slept, and not risk being torn apart, and I sure as Jötunheim would not have conjured a fire so to keep us warm."

You stopped snarling, but continued to glare at him threateningly, knowing what he was saying was very much true, but still you could never risk trusting him.

"I understand your apprehension, and I cannot say that I blame you. Your coat is as beautiful as I have heard it described, so no doubt your interactions with others have been less than pleasurable to say the least." He continued.

On him mentioning your coat, you renewed your snarling, teeth bared and your ears flat against your skull. If he was discussing your coat with people, it could not result in anything good as far as you could see.

"Please." He pleaded. "I mean you no harm." He held his hands up in submission. Licking your front teeth, you kept them bared in warning as you again ceased growling.

"I suppose I should really explain who I am and why I am here oughtn't I?" He suggested. You gave a snort and a nod in response. "Very well." He took a moment, sighing to himself before continuing. "To be honest, I am not sure how to even put this or if you will even believe me, but I have to try."

You gave an impatient snort and twitched your nose, hoping he would take a hint and just get on with whatever he was trying to say.

He chuckled for a moment before clearing his throat. "I am Loki, the king of Asgard." He introduced himself proudly.

You took a moment to assess him. The name was very familiar. You squinted as you eyes at him suspiciously.

"I am, I assure you." He held out his hand and a gold staff appeared in it. You took a step back. Gungnir was the weapon of the Aesir king, even you knew that.

You took another step back and began to growl once more. Loki, however, seemed somewhat in tune with your thoughts.

"I am not here to capture you and make you a pet or guard dog." He explained.

You ceased growling and looked at him, awaiting further explanation.

"When I was younger and more foolish. I rebelled against my father for his preference for my brother, and fled to Vanaheim. While here I met a woman named Angrboða and well, to make a long story short, she birthed my children, a set of twins."

You cocked your lead to the side, wondering what in all the realms this had to do with anything.

"My father being the great Allfather, of course found out and upon retrieving me from Vanaheim, also retrieved the two children." You made a sort of groan noise to get him to hurry along. "I thought he was punishing me, but instead, my children paid for my actions." He swallowed hard looking at you, the gesture made you feel uncomfortable, you flicked an ear anxiously. "He separated them, his first act of cruelty, as they knew nothing other than having each other. Then he placed them on different realms, as mere children, completely alone, forcing their identities to remain hidden, by forcing them to run as wolves."

You froze, forgetting how to even breathe. The snippets of memories you had came rushing to the front of your mind. The laughter of a child came back to you again. It was that of your sibling, your twin, who like you, had been forced to be a wolf. Had they too been hunted? Did they flee as you had done for their lives? Had they been caught? Then, you recalled the action of breathing, and took a deep breathe, filling your lungs once again. You looked to the man in front of you again, the king of Asgard, claiming to be your father. You studied him very carefully; he seemed to be honest in his words. You could smell his anxiety and guilt.

"I…I did not find out his plan until it was too late. I was sent on a 'punishment' to the farthest corner of Asgard, when I returned, you both had been sent away. I never thought he would do something so cruel, so despicably vile to two innocent children." There were tears his eyes as he looked at you. "I am sorry I failed you, both of you."

You whined and sat down, trying to get him to cease apologizing. You could tell his words were true, so in reality there was no fault on his behalf. Whining again to get his attention, you cocked your head once more.

"I finally exacted my revenge on him. I slit the old bastard's throat and took the throne he was so desperate to keep me from, it was in going through his private quarters that I found out where you were and what exactly he had done to you both. I was told you were sent to live as normal children here as he did not want the embarrassment of his son having illegitimate heirs, but it could not have been much farther from the truth. I have been searching for you both since, to bring you home, to try and break the curse on you."

Your ears shot up at that, your tail sweeping the dirty floor as you attempted to control your hope at being freed from your miserable existence.

"Return to Asgard with me, allow me to make right my past mistakes." He begged. "I know you must hate me for failing to protect you when you needed me most. When I succeed in doing this, I understand if you leave and never wish to set eyes on me again. However I cannot ignore the life you are forced to live because of my, I need to make it right."

The mere idea of a life rather than an existence of merely hunting and being hunted was too great an offer to ignore. You rose to your feet and walked over to the dark haired man that was your father, nudging his hand softly.

"I will not rest until we get you back to the beautiful girl you were. So full of life, so happy, always trying to follow me around, even before you could properly walk." He reminisced, stroking your head in a manner that somehow soothed you, as though he had done it a hundred times before.