"You don't understand! He's my son!" Cried Loki.
"I know a thing or two about sons going astray!" Boomed Odin. "You let that thing loose in my forests a few short years ago when you should have been teaching it restraint! Now the thing has gorged itself to the size of a damned ice-burg and I'm certain we are just seeing the tip. Imagine how large he will be if he devours the souls of Helheim!"
"You can't kill him! Please!" pleaded Angrboda.
"How many souls... not lives... SOULS will you let perish for his gluttony!? For your failure as parents?!" Responded the god-king.
"Surely we can reform him! Lock him up? Surely there is some other way to help him rather than kill him!" Responded Loki.
"There is no jail large enough to hold the beast, and the only reforming he deserves is to be reformed by the roots of Yggdrasil into some productive life! Something GOOD for the realms! You were a useless god-father and you're a useless father!" Argued the old man.
"Husband, don't let your fury blind your wisdom. Surely Loki will appreciate mercy now and his loyalty to you can only grow, but to kill his child would ensure he always marks you as his enemy." Said Frigga.
"I care not for the wrath of a trickster. His fury would be all illusions and lies, no substance or power behind any of it. My only concern for his loyalty is that of my adopted SON! He is my boy and I will treat him with the fairness such title requires of me." Odin barked, "But this should not be my problem. This is my decree Loki. You are to leash that dog or I will put him down. Your mother has already sent the hosts of Fensilar and Valhalla to stop him, but count yourself lucky that they won't be enough to kill the mongrel! I just hope they don't have to suffer for your lack of discipline! Should my hosts be shattered by this mutt then you will pay dearly son. Time Is NOT on your side!"
"Thank you Odin, for your mercy! My husband will not fail us! I know he won't! I won't let him!" Cried Angrboda.
Loki rushed to the forges of the god Tyr, the great swordsman. The best dwarves crafted the finest metals into the most miraculous weapons and armor. The well built, smiling and noble looking man welcomed a frantic and sweaty looking Loki into his hall, "I need a chain, Tyr."