Bound, Not Broken
How…
How dare they bind one such as I
I am not some common dwarf,
To be commanded and bullied to make pretty trinkets for the arrogant ones
I am not some clumsy giant,
Culled to quiet by the Thunderer's treat of Mjölnir
I am Fenrir
The eldest child of clever Loki
Brother of Hel, the World Serpent, and the Six-legged Mount of the one-eyed king
Father of the devourer of Night and the Eater of Day
They will pay for their broken word, their shattered oath
Cowards, they feared me, my power, my cunning
Now,
They laugh and jeer at me
When my freedom has been robbed from me
Yet none of them save one
Were brave enough to stand in my presence when I roamed free
I lay bound, their victory over me earned through the efforts and deeds of others
No,
They tried to bind me, with iron chains of their own creation,
But not just once,
But twice I shattered them with no effort
At last they came to me
With a silk rope in place of their iron chains
They thought me a fool
That with a single jab at my pride
I would allow them to bind me with the suspicious rope
Their oath, they would free me if I could not free myself
But I knew of their intentions, and yet,
I still damned myself
Too clever by a half and too prideful by a whole I was
By days end I was bound
A victory earned through Tyr's courage and paid by his hand
Their beast bound, they sought to make a jest of me,
In their merriment they forgot who I am
They did not bind some starving dog, but a hungry and vengeful wolf
One who has tasted the flesh of gods and one day will again
The arrogant Aesir will remember why they once feared me
I will face their grand king Odin on the field of battle,
Oh how satisfying the snap bones of his bones will make against my fangs
They will learn fear once more, and I will be the perfect teacher to remind them
I am Fenrir,
I am hungry, I am angry,
And I will not be bound forever