Part 2

It was not as easy to do as Loki had hoped. No matter how many incantations or spells he tried, no matter how many potions he brewed and no matter how many books he consulted, he still had not managed to reverse Odin's magic.

You found out your twin was a boy named Fenrir. His coat, in complete contrast to your own, was as black as night. But he had been bound in chains and slaughtered by Viðarr, one of Odin's generals, who, along with the old king, feared that he was a sign of Ragnarok. You mourned him, though you could not recall what he looked like, or if you had even been close, but knowing that he had been forced into the suffering you had endured and then to have experienced even more than you, made it even more difficult. Loki took it even harder than you had. You watched as he wept, shouted, screamed and finally accepted his son's death.

Over time you became more comfortable in the palace. At first you had hidden in the comfortable confines of the spacious rooms he had given you, with large chunks of meat brought to you daily, but as time went by, you decided to explore the palace, and then more of the realm.

People feared you in the beginning, terrified of the huge wolf that suddenly seemed to inhabit the realm, but on learning of your story, they seemed less concerned. Now you often sat in on when Loki held court, lying next to the throne eyeing everyone in the room with interest.

It was difficult for a while to communicate with our father, but it became easier with time. He often spoke to you at length on different topics, and over time, he was fully honest with you about what he had done to Jötunheim, Midgard, his 'brother' Thor and even admitted to his, and in turn your true heritage. You had been slightly shocked by all that but considering the situation of having you and Fenrir effectively stolen from him, it was somewhat understandable. He began to apologise as soon as he told you about his Jötunn heritage, but that made even less sense than his apologising for your supposed grandfather's actions. Part of you wished you had met the old man so that you could have been the one to have ended his life for his injustices against you all.

You were stuck listening as some courtier complained about some nonsense. Annoyed to have to endure his lies rather than doing anything of interest, you sighed heavily. Knowing that your father was of a similar mindset, you looked around to him and gave a rumbling noise.

With a small nod, he turned back to the man in front of him. "Bjórr, long before I earned the title of the King of Asgard, I was the God of Lies, meaning that I know full well that you are lying to me right now, and as though to cement my own knowledge, my daughter can smell your lies also. So until you can be honest, I am going to have to place you under arrest." He ordered, tapping Gungnir to the floor.

Relieved the insufferable nuisance was over, you rose and stretched, groaning as you followed Loki out of the hall. "Well that was an utter waste of time." He commented as he placed Gungnir next to his chair. Taking a piece of fruit, he bit into it as you looked on longingly. "Soon my dear, I we will find a way to get you back to as you were." He swore. You no longer shared his enthusiasm. "Every time it does not succeed, it means we are after eliminating another unsuccessful method." He exclaimed. You gave him a look as though you were trying to raise your brow. "Yes, that does sound somewhat cliché and naff, I apologise." You snorted as you lay your head down on your paws as you watched him eat, still not hungry again since your last hunt.

For the rest of the evening, you and Loki were in the library, him reading extensively on the transmorphic spells of Alfheim while you relaxed by a large fire. From what he could gather, it was only achievable when the Light Elf had studied ancient magic for many years and only when they themselves elected to change shape in the first place.

"It's still something; I will send a messenger to King Henrik and see what his elder elves can aid us with." Loki promised.

You nodded, but continued to not hold out much hope. Feeling somewhat miserable, you got your feet and walked to the door looking back expectantly. Instead of just using his seidr to do so as was per usual, Loki walked over and opened it by hand looking at your disheartened figure as he did.

Word arrived to Asgard that there was nothing King Henrik or his elves could find to reverse the enchantment, but they did however know one who may be of assistance and had sent word to the being to make their way to Asgard.

Loki was near joyous with the news, yet continued to search in case it did not succeed. You refused to hope, too frightened to endure the disappointment if it led to nothing after half a century of trying.

You were running in the woods not far from the great city one afternoon a month after the response from Alfheim when you heard the Bifrost at work. Not paying much heed to it, you continued with your hunt, concentrating on the scent of an elk that filled your nostrils.

Finally, you reached your unsuspecting victim and as you readied for your attack when a large blast of green light erupted into the sky over the palace, telling you to return. With the prey now bolting you turned to look at the light and growled, cursing your father and everything about him. Sighing, you ran back towards civilisation, wondering what could possibly be so important as to call you back.

As you ran, you barely paid attention to the world around you, focusing only on the path ahead that you were planning through the trees. Hunters watched as you raced passed, their weapons aimed to the sky. Everyone knew of the large white wolf that was supposed to be the lost daughter of the King, and knew to leave the creature in peace. The king had stated that to even consider hunting her was punishable by death. Regardless of the beauty of your fur, none were foolish enough to test King Loki on the matter.

When you finally reached the great city, you slowed to a trot. Loki had asked you never to run within its streets. He did not want you harmed, nor did he want your large bulk harming others, so not to give the people reason to complain. Most gave you a wide birth. At best you were the king's daughter, the Princess of Asgard. At worst, you were as you appeared; an oversized predator under the protection of the King.

You strolled up the palace steps as two Einharjar opened the doors for you. Making your way through the building, you used your astute nose to try and assess where Loki could be. Thankfully a maid noticed you searching and informed you he was in the throne room, so you made your way there.

Upon entering, you realised Loki was speaking with another. They ceased as soon as they realised they were no longer alone. Both looking at you as you made your way up the long room.

"So this is she?" The stranger began.

"Yes, this is my daughter, and it is more than obvious her predicament." Loki confirmed.

"Odin had great help with his task." The stranger stated as he walked around, assessing you. "No Aesir could ever have performed such a complex and powerful spell, Allfather or not."

"Can it be reversed?" Loki asked desperately.

The stranger sighed as he looked at you. "Honestly, I am not sure."