Disclaimer: I don't own the story of the Ragnarok or Norse Mythology in general.
A/N: I know this is Norse Mythology and the category says 'Greek Mythology' but, alas, there is no Norse Mythology section. Henceforth, I stuck this story in the closest relating category.
Anyway, this is basically a retelling of the Ragnarok.
Two wolves ran out of the Ironwood forest. One had red eyes while the other had dark blue eyes.
The blue-eyed one turned to his companion and asked, "Do you think well get them this time Skoll?"
Skoll smirked and replied, "I think today's the day."
Together they jumped from the frozen ground into the sky.
An earthquake shook the ground. Fenris felt Gleipnir, the silken bond that the Aesir had used to chain him, break. Odin would pay for tricking him. Tyr would die too for helping. The earth split in front of him. Fenris leapt across the gap and ran towards the place where Loki was supposed to be bound.
Out of a cave, a woman walked out carrying a bowl of dark liquid. She emptied it while a particular violent earthquake knocked her off her feet. The woman hurried back in the cave with a worry look.
A handsome man bound to a rock with what seemed like intestines. A snake hung directly over his face with its mouth open and its fangs dripping venom. The woman held out the bowl and caught the poison. Another earthquake shook the land. The man smirked despite the obvious pain he had just experienced.
"Finally! My arms were starting to get stiff"
He pulled against his bonds and finally they snapped. The man stood up, seemingly regaining his good humour. He stretched and let out a fake yawn, "well, I think I've rested enough."
Sigyn looked insulted, "Loki, I've caught poison from the snake just for you for centuries, some thanks would be nice."
Loki grinned and bowed graciously, "Thank you very much."
Sigyn stood up and brushed dust off her dress, dismissing the thanks "You and your buddies are going to meet before the war right?
Loki was pulling on fresh clothes and answered, "Yah, want to come?"
His wife snorted, "You wish."
Suddenly a dark shape appeared on top of a hill. Loki turned around and exclaimed happily, "Fenris! How nice is it to see you!"
Fenris dropped something on the ground. "Yours." Loki picked it up carefully and his face lit up. "It's my sword! Where did you find it?" He drew the elegant blade out of its sheath and looked upon it happily.
"Here and there." was Fenris' reply, obviously in a bad mood.
"Save your anger for the gods Fenris, and since you're here, you can give me a ride" Loki said smiling mischievously.
Fenris growled, "You want to be eaten?"
Sigyn came out and looked disapprovingly at her "step-son", "Don't be so hasty, you can't eat anyone you like whenever you want."
Loki shrugged and changed the subject completely, "Where's Surt and others going to meet us?"
"At the Bifrost. Skoll and Hati should have already caught up with Sol and Mani."
"Ok, I'll come with you half way, but I have to make a stop in Hel. You meet up with Surt first." he paused, "Maybe you should first see if Jormundgand is doing all right. Don't want him to get stuck or something, being the size he is."
Fenris snorted, "I'm pretty sure Jormundgand can take care of himself."
"Whatever" Loki addressed Sigyn "Bye Bye, love. I'll see you after I have killed all the Gods" he waved and jumped onto Fenris' back.
Fenris looked irritated, "I'm not a horse."
"You have four legs." Loki replied.
Fenris growled and sprinted off towards the entrance to Hel.
Sol glanced back nervously, Skoll was catching up. Skoll had never caught her before. She hoped Mani would be able to get away from Hati. Suddenly, Skoll made a flying leap and landed on her chariot. Swiftly, he crushed her neck in his jaws and ripped her apart. Blood was everywhere. On the other side of the sky, the same fate was happening to Mani. Hati had torn him apart and his attention was turned to the moon. At the same time, Skoll and Hati devoured the sun and the moon.
The stars began to rain out of the sky, billions there were, and billions fell until not one remained. Without the sun, moon or stars, the world was plunger into complete darkness; bring the beginning of the winter of winters. The Fimbulvetr.
Heimdall paused, he couldn't believe his ears. But he defiantly heard it, his hearing was the best, it could even hear grass growing. What he heard was not something that wonderful; he had heard the sword that belonged to the god of mischief coming out of its sheath. That would mean Loki had broken his bonds. That would mean... he blew his horn Giallar... that the Ragnarok has come.
A/N: Well, that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed yourself reading this story. I apologize for anything inaccurate in this retelling; one can only read Norse Mythology Encyclopedias so many times. ;)
And, if you did enjoy it or have any comments at all regarding mistakes or otherwise, please review and I will be sure to reply in the next update.