The wolf's vicious gaze sent shivers along Loki's spine. Awaiting his obvious demise, the male kept his lips sealed as Fenris analyzed him. "You are like a rabbit trapped under the maw of the feral. Your friends have all but abandoned you Loki." His tone was low and ominous. "I am waiting…" Loki replied. Fenris squinted his eyes in surprise from hearing the demigod speak. "Waiting? To be eaten? This would have been the case—had you have been the real son of Odin." Fenris pulled his head away, getting comfortable as he addressed Loki. "Your words are numbing. Do you not recognize the face of dynasty when you see?" "I recognize much. You are like them…" Fenris pointed at the idle lycanthropes hanging around. "…A wolf in sheep skin. Your birth served as a haunting treaty for Odin. You were closer to a plague than you were to his bloodline." Loki's face showed anger more than fear. It was like a wolf to be cunning with words. "You know naught of which you speak."
Fenris flashed a toothy grin at Loki's words. He inhaled deeply then blew a chill of frigid air into Odin's chamber. The entirety of the room was coated in ice, the air felt dense and misty; the tiled floor gleamed with tiny ice crystals. "Do you feel that? Does this not feel homely to you, Loki?" The wolf teased the demigod with a ploy of words and expression to his own amusement. "I tire of this. I tire of you!" Loki reached for his staff and charged Fenris, but the wolf lowered himself to snap a bite at the tiny male. Loki moved aside to dodge the bite then countered by forcing a small fire spark to burst at the wolf's nose. Fenris howled in slight agony at the tender pain. He threw his hand in the room, clutching Loki to the floor with his claws locked into the tiles. Fenris dragged him closer and closer as the demigod squirmed to break free. "See you soon." Fenris brought Loki to his mouth, drawing him in swiftly to eat him. Loki was thrashed around in the saliva'd cavern of Fenris' abysmal maw. But suddenly the struggle began to lessen. The wolf's tongue felt more like solid ground, and the hot air became cold and sweet. The saliva was less dense and pinged at the man's skin like raindrops. The darkness in the maw gave way for light to breach it and reveal the oddity of the situation. Loki turned his head, analyzing the area around him as he noticed it looked like… "Earth?" he whispered. The male sat in a field of thin grass overlooking a slender valley of wildflowers and human cottages. He held his hand out, watching as spring rain rolled down the back of his palm.