Disclaimer: I don't own the story of the Ragnarok or Norse Mythology in general.

A/N: Thank you for the reviews everyone and enjoy reading chapter 3.

Cuddly Bear: Thanks for reviewing again my loyal minion. You have amazed me again with your knowledge; it was very clever of you to of known that I do, in fact, live in a house. What are you going to do anyway? Run to my house all the way from Mississauga or wherever you are?

UniqueS: Thank you so much for your review. It is nice to know that there are people who aren't a part of my little circle of friends that actually like my story enough to review. After you mentioned the whole gender mix up thing I went to check some sources (google). I'm pretty sure that they refer to Sol as 'Goddess' and Mani as 'God' or 'brother'. If you could show me a few sources that say otherwise, I'd be happy to fix that. Also, it seems that you know quite a lot about Norse Myth (yay!), because Loki does captain the "Big boat of Toenails". But since this is my story, I have made some minor changes, I hope you don't mind. It will still follow the same base line so don't worry.  I hope that you will continue to offer more advice in the future. Thanks again.

Fenris went really fast, and got to the Bifrost quickly. He soon saw what was a gigantic form.

A disgusting odor filled his nostrils. He growled and asked casually, "Surt, When was the last time you washed?"

Surt seemed to think about it, oblivious to Fenris' hinting tone, "I think it was two centuries, maybe three..."

Everyone stared at him. Surt shrugs. Fenris changes the subject, "Loki says that he'll meet up with you later. He's going to check up on sis first."

The Fire Giant rubbed at his head in frustration, "That moron is always going off on his own." he muttered.

"So what now?" Fenris asks.

"Meet Jormundgand at Bifrost. The rest of us will go our own way." Surt replies.

"Whatever." Fenris answered briskly and sped off to find his serpentine brother

"Knock knock!" Loki sang out at the entrance of Hel's palace. There was no response. Loki frowned and entered. It was empty. "Where is everyone?" he wondered out loud.

Suddenly, loud barking could be heard and the God of Mischief was knocked over by a large dog. The Hellhound, Garm. Loki grinned widely and pushed the dog off of himself and stood, ruffling the dog's fur. Garm tugged on Loki's shirt, nearly tearing it.

"Where is your mistress?" Loki asked the Hellhound. Garm raced off to the other end of the Underworld. "Oi!" Loki yelled and sped off after him.

The arrived at the end of the Underworld's limits and saw Hel standing there, black and white hair flowing in the dry, lifeless wind. Loki was about to let out a cheerful greeting when Hel pointed at the shadows.

There was a giant black dragon. So dark, it blended with the shadows of nothing. The dragon, Nidhogg had felt that his job was ending too. It roared, showing off the decaying yellow teeth and Loki could smell its putrid breath.

The trickster glanced at the Goddess of the Underworld. What has gotten into Nidhogg to get him so riled up?

"The Yggdrasil is ready to fall." Hel whispered softly, her voice was dry but Loki didn't notice. With that, Nidhogg coiled its log serpentine body around the tree and crushed it. Wood snapped and splintered, sending debris flying everywhere. The dragon let out a triumphant roar and without another sound, slipped back into the shadows.

Again, Loki opened his mouth to speak but was once again interrupted, this time by the call of a rooster. Up ahead, there was a flash of crimson, a rooster the color of blood flew over the Underworld. Its call was like the scream of a man dying in painful torment. A fitting sound, Loki decided, for the end of Odin.

Hel spoke first, "I am ready."

Loki smiled.

The Aesir lined up awaiting the order to march. They glanced at Odin confusingly. The All-father seemed to be waiting for something himself. Then, the signal came.

Gullinkambi, shinning in all its magnificence flew across the sky. The Gods followed with their gazes and then, they heard the golden rooster's call. It was a beautiful melody that inspired even the despairing. Even the Einheriar, the gallant warriors of Valhalla, came to join the ranks of the Aesir, drawn by the Gullinkambi's call.

Odin turned to face the magnificent army. "Today, we march. Tomorrow, we fight. Then we bring back Victory!"

Surt chuckled; the Gods surely would not expect this. With a final burst of power, Surt set flame to the Bifrost. The rainbow bridge, defenceless without its guardian, disintegrated in the hot flame of the fire giants and was gone. The mighty giant laughed at this.

Fjalar, a mournful looking rooster flew past. It looked as if it was in poor condition, until you saw it up close. Its wings were strong when they beat against the air and when it opened its beak, the noise was loud and clear as it sped through the air. The Jotuns all stared at it. Fjalar gave a final call and flew towards Vigrid

Surt drew his flaming sword and pointed in the direction the rooster had flown, "There, my friends, is where we will battle and conquer!" he shouted and the giants began to march.

Jormundgand shot out of the water and he towered over the land. Fenris was laying down on the edge of a cliff, idly watching the Midgard Serpent. Seeing, the snake, Fenris got up and greeted his brother, "Jormundgand, you made it to land."

Jormundgand nodded, "Is this the Ragnarok? I have heard the three roosters call for battle." his voice was raspy but had a soft velvet feel to it.

Fenris growled in confirmation, "Yes they have sounded. The Ragnarok, the Doom of the Gods." Fenris let out a loud bark and turned towards a figure in the distance. "Loki!"

The God of Mischeif was coming closer; Fenris noted irritably, that he was still smiling like a mad-man. "Hullo!"

Jormundgand hissed in greeting and Fenris merely inclined his head politely. Loki turned to Jormundgand, "Hel has asked me to see to the Nagilfar." The Wolf and the Snake blinked but then Jormundgand's eyes brightened in recognition. With a slight thrashing of his body, Jormundgand brought forward the dreadful ship.

A horrid image broke the surface of the water. A monstrous ship made completely out of human nails, decomposing and dirty, the ship was covered in maggots. Nails, from corpses that had not their nails clipped before the flesh and everything else succumbed to the fire of the pyre.

Jormundgand's face was indifferent, having seen this ship sailing around for the time he was forced to encircle Midgard, he was used to it. Fenris, on the other hand, let out a disgusted snort and took a step back, his fur bristling. Loki glanced at the ship and raised an eyebrow, "Hel said something about it being quite ugly, but she was clearly underestimating its appearance." he paused, and glanced at the ship, carrying the worse dead souls to have ever existed. "And, I think I'll walk."

An innocent grin flickered across his face, "Anyone up for some destruction and mayhem on the way?" Jormundgand looked positively ecstatic and snapped his jaws excitedly causing some of his lethal poison to spray all over the place. The liquid burned through a part of the cliff and Fenris quickly moved back from the crumbling edge with a curse. He scowled at Jormundgand, "Watch it!" he snapped.

Loki smiled fondly at their argument and then looked in the direction of Vigrid. He leapt upon Fenris' back and pointed towards the chosen battlefield. "That way."

A rumble began in Fenris' throat, "What did I tell you about not being a horse?"

Loki patted his fur, "And what did I tell you about having four legs?" he did a puppy dog look, "Please?"

Fenris nearly laughed, "Okay, just don't do that again."

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this new chapter. It might take me a while to update again because I'm a little foggy on what happens next so I have to . . . read more encyclopedias. Does that sound nerdy? I hope not. ;)

Anyway, please review.