Flames of the Wolf's Heart

Disclaimer: I do not take the credit for writing "The Son of the Mask", nor for creating that version of Loki that the screenwriters for the movie did an excellent job on. The only person that I do take credit for is Arista Aconite.

Note: I absolutely love werewolves, and thought that Loki God of Mischief and Mayhem would fall head over heels for a werewolf, since Norway/ Scandinavia was the site for the creation of the legend of the werewolf, or shape shifter as it was found. Wolves in Europe were drove to extinction partly because of this fairytale belief that if they bit Humans, the victims would they themselves turn to wolves, or a stage in between. They have been the subjects of movies and stories of legend ever since the dawn of time. Loki is indeed a god in the history of Norway. He is the son of Odin, as portrayed in "The Son of the Mask". Chapter One: The Hunt

Arista Aconite

I sniffed at the air curiously. There was an absolutely weird smell that was carried on the breeze, along with the smells of wolverines, moose, deer, and other various forms of wildlife besides me in my current winged form. But my ears had picked something else out. I heard the pounding footsteps of someone not quite human. I hid in the brush, behind the trees, hoping that I could catch a glimpse of this strange intruder before I would retire to my home to sleep.

I saw two men enter the clearing where I had been sniffing around not too long ago, a large, Norse looking man built heavily around the middle, and dressed in fine looking robes of blue and gold. This man had long flowing white hair, and he had a wise, regal looking appearance. When the man spoke, the earth nearly trembled under the booming of his voice.

The other man was dressed in coal black clothes that looked as though they were made out of leather. He wore a long black trench coat, with silver fastenings and silver chains hanging from tight black pants. His hair was ebony black, and spiked and jelled, as to remind me of a porcupine having a bad hair day. He had sallow, pale looking skin, and wore some kind of eye shadow on his chocolate brown eyes. He had the look of a rebellious teenager, powerful; yet excuse me for saying this, but sexy. Every time he spoke to the man mentioned before, his voice was laid heavily with sarcasm and confidence. This was some of their conversation.

"Loki, you look so lonely. A wife would be good for you, son. Thor has a wonderful wife, why don't you follow in his footsteps and find one of your own?" The Norse man said.

"Uh, duh father, I don't want things to end up like your relationship with Mom… Besides, I don't care what my snobbish older brother does. Father, I am 900 years old, I have managed to survive this long without a wife, why do I need one now?" the man in black said. I took him to be Loki.

"Loki, I'm only trying to make your life better. Find one that is sensible, strong, beautiful, powerful, and if you can, clever and witty. Find someone who is a match for your intelligence, as well as your attitude. Lord knows that your attitude needs a firm hand of guidance," the man said chuckling. Loki did not seem to like the comment on his attitude.

"All right! I'll find one if you leave me alone about it!" Loki said, turning pink.

"Great! Now, let's head back." The Norse man said, and turned to leave.

Loki started to follow, and then turned to my direction. By fate, he managed to catch a glimpse of my shiny lavender eyes. I closed my eyelids quickly, and then opened them again. Loki was speaking to his father again.

"I think I will stay around here for a while. You know, enjoy the forest a little."

"All right. Don't get lost, and remember that werewolves run free in this forest, along with other terrors," Loki's father said warmly.

Then, as soon as his father left, Loki spoke in my direction, " Come on out whatever you are. I am Loki, God of Mischief, and I can hunt you down if you don't "

I growled, and then spoke "I'm not sure you want to see me. But beware! I am of Wolf-Kin; I am the daughter of the Alaysia pack leader and alpha female. I also have wings, as my father had while he still lived."

"Hmmm… Perhaps I do want to see you," he said, sounding intrigued.

"You must catch me first. Or can the little mischief-maker catch me?" I said in a soft growl. Then I fell on all fours, and ran swiftly away.

"You've growled your last, wolf-girl," He said, and spurred after me. The hunt was on.