Disclaimer: Turning Red and it's characters are the property of (c) Walt Disney Pictures/Pixar Animation Studios.
Elements are borrowed from God of War (2018) and Ragnarök, owned by (c) Santa Monica Studio/Sony Interactive Entertainment.
After the startling and chaotic altercation that went down in the Hall of the Slain and tempers had flared, there's no telling how Kris was handling the bomb that had been dropped on him. But if anything, he couldn't be more unsettled and devastated. Not only was Hel hoping to end the world, but she had tricked Surtr into murdering him when the time was right. But for what reason, he couldn't tell. Was it for revenge? Was it to have him back in Helheim with her since she missed his company? If it was the latter, then she must truly be lonely down there in the afterlife to want him back so much. Not that Kris could blame Hel for desiring companionship, but it's obvious that she's developed some serious attachment issues if she's going to such extreme levels and putting so many lives in jeopardy just to attenuate her loneliness.
Perched on a rock, Kris was sitting with his friends a mile away from Gladsheim, taking in the view of the city from afar with Nörthfölk there to keep an eye on them just in case. But no one among the group could get the recent events out of their head nor could they clear their thoughts of the worries they held for Stacy and Toshio's wellbeing. In her chambers, Eir was currently tending to their wounds as much as possible. That girl hid her poor head really hard against that tree and what scares them the most is the idea of that altercation having negative lasting effects on her. The most guilty of them all was Moose, since it was his idea to sneak out at night for some fun to begin with. After all, he had been pulled away from the real world without warning in the middle of summer break when school was out and all he wanted was to try and make the most of things while they were here, but he and the others had gotten a little cocky in thinking they could handle themselves out there and poor Stacy is paying the price with her predicament reminding Kris of when he was in that coma years back and left a spike through his heart.
"Still worried about Stacy?" Willow asked the abnormally silent Kris and he nodded. "I know. Us, too. God, this is really a mess. I can't imagine the trauma she'll deal with if she ever wakes up."
"Ya'll might as well blame me. This was mah idea, anyways." Moose remorsefully claimed.
"I kinda blame myself." Rudolf moaned. "I was more intrigued by the plan than anyone else."
"So what are we gonna tell her parents?" asked Roar.
"I dunno. How about 'Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Frick, we just wanted to let you know that a giant, two-legged reptile monster knocked your daughter out cold and now she's not waking up'?" Stig sarcastically responded, feeling anger and bitter at how things have turned out for all of them.
"Stig, can you not? For fuck's sake." Willow scolded him, hissing.
"Sorry for being realist here. I know I didn't, but I could've told you guys something like this would've happened." But Stig kept at it. "It would be a true miracle if Stacy ever recovered at all."
"Okay, Stig, seriously, j-just…..shut up!" snarled the pink-haired one, glaring at him.
"Look, you guys, I understand nobody here had hoped to be here in the first place, but the gods are counting on all of you." Stefan began cajolingly. "They've made their mistakes before and it ended poorly for everyone. They just don't want to repeat those mistakes again. If we don't stick together, everyone we know will be gone. Your families and friends, you'll probably never see them again."
"Mei…" Kris whimpered, thinking about her suddenly and how she and the girls would die in the apocalypse if they didn't stop it.
"And I don't think I've ever seen any mortal child curse out the gods before." George remarked, wiping his nose. "Gotta say, I'm both impressed and disturbed."
"You gotta understand why I-"
"You're not wrong, Kris." Diana disrupted him. "The Æsir are not the most well-liked. And to be brutally honest, they are awful. And Odin was the worst of them all. But you need to see that they aren't who they were before."
"Thor had a tough childhood." Lars joined in.
"He did?" asked Rudolf.
"Yes. Odin had trained him day and night to be the rough and fearsome killing machine since he was just a boy. Though, Thor himself fought to exceed those expectations even if he didn't get the appreciation from his father. Odin made certain that he would toughen the kid up even through physical violence until he'd be slaying giants tooth and nail and anyone else who dared to piss the All-Father off." explained Stefan, looking out into the city.
"The point is, however, that the gods have their reasons for why they are how they've been, even if it may seem unjustifiable to you." Marven reasoned wisely. "But if the gods can change, then anyone can."
"Even Hel?" asked Kris, looking at them.
"I can't be sure about it. She's probably too far gone for that." Stefan sighed regretfully and painfully.
"Why would you expect her of all people to change?" Stig asked his brother, furrowing his eyebrows. "The same person who held you hostage until you died, may I remind you."
"I don't know, it's just, well….Nevermind." Kris moaned, slumping his shoulders. It was a very strange thing to think about, but even though he had been lied to, manipulated and kept trapped in the darkest cesspool of Helheim thanks to her, a sensible part of him knew what kind of person Hel was in terms of her upbringing; just a scared, lonely, misunderstood and neglected child who was hated and feared because of her looks, a little girl who just wanted love and compassion from others, who was unfairly persecuted and driven to madness.
In a way, Kris understood that sort of pain. For he remembered a time when he was bullied and mistreated for the most infantile of reasons. But the only difference is that Hel had nobody.
Absolutely nobody in her life.
If only she had someone actually there for her. Someone to love.
But what's really in it for Hel if she succeeds in ending the world and killing all of humanity? More dead people in Helheim, not enough space in the Nordic afterlife? And by sending Surtr out to kill him, what difference would that even make? Kris would just be another rotting corpse in the frozen realm of the dead.
And how does Hel know if he'll even go to Helheim if he dies anyway? Only the dishonorable go there.
The howl of a wolf silenced them all right away and fixed their attention onto the sky above when all of the sudden, one of those two giant wolves - Sköll - flew across the bright blue yonder like a shooting star as he galloping in and out of sight, leaving behind a trail that changed the day straight into night in seconds as he chased after the sun while his brother, Hati, pursued the moon. This nonpareil may come across as remarkable to the teens, but the band members knew for a fact that because of their failure to stay ahead of Hel, the days and the nights are now 4 hours long each.
"Nothing like it." Carter marveled, feeling impressed in spite of the circumstances.
"That was Sköll just now." Stefan shook his head in disappointment. "Sol can't outrun him forever."
Kris let out a defeated sigh. He couldn't deal with this at the moment, so he stood up and wandered away to have a little breathing space and to clear his head while the others stayed behind and watched him leave. The downtrodden boy put at least a good distance between him and the rest and stopped to lean against the trunk of a tree miserably as he let his mind wander. It was really a mess of a conundrum for sure. Stacy's out cold, Sköll and Hati are chasing after the sun and moon, speeding up the timespan between days and Ragnarök is coming in close and he and his friends are barely able to handle battle situations without sustaining injuries or overcoming greater threats if their fight with Níðhögg is any indication.
But most of all, Kris could feel like this was partly his fault, too. He shouldn't have agreed to go with them to mess around. He should've stepped up and been the responsible one like Odin said.
Looking to his right, Björn stood there next to him, grunting and moaning with a frown, then sat down on the ground.
"Hey, dad." Kris said, dejected. "You here to scold me, too?"
The black bear snorted at that.
"Look, I get it. I've been irresponsible and I scared you to death. That's my fault. I admit it." The boy conversed with his father. He may not understand what he's saying in bear form, but he can tell what he might be trying to tell him. "If you guys want me to take this more seriously, then I will. But I kinda wish that you'd be here with me more, you know? I couldn't stand going to sleep at night and seeing you get shot in front of me over and over again. And you're just gonna allow me to put my life at risk fighting in an apocalyptic war? I just…..I just need your help."
There came a loud silence between them and by the look on the bear's face, Björn considered his son's tearful soliloquy. With these words floating around in his head, he now understands how hard it must be for him. Seeing Kris again after so many years and the first thing he does is put the boy through painful, rigorous training to turn him into a mighty champion against his wishes. This is the first time he and his son have gotten together in a long time since his own murder and he's barely even there for him.
Not even to be the father that he needs or wants.
Björn sniffed and stood on his back legs to change shape until he transformed back into his human form again.
"I know and I'm sorry." Michael apologized glumly. "It's been tough for you and it's been, like, forever since I've had the chance to be a dad for you again. I kind of figured that you were doing so fine on your own, you and Stig both, that maybe I needed to just step aside. But then again, you're being forced to train and train nonstop, getting dragged in the god's problems and I'm not even speaking up about it. Here I am letting my own boy carry all this heavy weight on his shoulders, the same boy who was just a little kid last I saw him, and only doing bear stuff while he's breaking his back learning combat and shit. Some father-son activity, huh?"
"But I'm not a little boy anymore." His son answered, feeling himself getting misty-eyed.
"Yeah, but you're still my little boy, no matter what." Michael nodded, sitting down next to him. "I let myself get killed and my child watched the whole thing. Nobody could recover from that. Gave him nightmares. Left him to suffer and squirm. And your mom left to drink her troubles away. I really wish I could've still been there."
"From one father to the next, I can relate so much."
That had been Loki, in the form of a hawk perched on a branch to a tree near them, peering down at them. From then, the shapeshifter flew down and shifted between animal and human form and he had the telltale ambience of penitence still present on his face and his overlaying emanation that would otherwise entail diablerie and the sharp-as-a-knife cunning wit all had known him infamously for and this made Kris think.
If Loki would be pulling their leg, Michael, for one, would tell. But there was nothing cleverly concealed behind this facade that even Loki alone would want to hide.
There had been many larks, but this was not one of them.
"It is, indeed, every parent's nightmare to let their children be taken away." Loki expressed humbly and modestly. "Though, you never forget the day they're born and the first time they look at you with their eyes. I, myself, don't consider myself a worthy parent when all I've ever done was stand on the sidelines while my own children get abducted or murdered. I cared for my children, but I couldn't lose Odin's trust yet. Jörmungandr, Fenrir, Narfi and Vali gutted like pigs and Hel…..I never forgot about her. Odin took her from me and had her locked away her whole life and for what? Because of her looks? Because of some prophecy? I could've done something about it. I could've stepped up and demanded to see her, but I never did. And I even could've been there to save her from being thrown into the underworld forever. And yet,...I didn't….I didn't."
An unexpected sight one might say, but there were in fact tears leaking from Loki's eyes. And you don't normally see the one person written off as a villain in stories of old just crying his eyes out over someone he's lost or something he could've prevented.
"I-...I'm really sorry about that." Kris was honest about what he said, feeling some sympathy for him. "It isn't fair."
"No, what's not fair is that she's trapped down there, ruling over the deceased, going batshit crazy because the All-Father couldn't allow some dream to come true." Loki snarled, clenching his fists.
"What's stopping you from visiting her, then?" Michael asked him.
"You know what."
"At least try, you know." The bear demigod exhorted. "She's been wanting to see her parents again, right?"
"And her parents never came for her." retorted Loki.
"Look, Hel's about to end the world, destroy everything we know and kill everyone we care about." reasoned Michael. "And time is already against us right now."
Loki groaned disdainfully, but in his heart, he wants nothing else more than to be reunited with his children, including his daughter.
"I understand that you miss her so bad. And right now, I miss my girlfriend, Mei, back at home and her friends. I can't imagine a life without her." Kris admitted to the lanky God of Mischief. "In fact, I just really wish I was back in Toronto, having Mei there with me."
"And I understand if you wanna be home right now. But if we don't fix this whole thing soon, nobody's gonna have a home to go back to." His father replied.
As for Hel at the moment, she was lazing about in her dark hall down in the bowels of Helheim after awaiting for Kris and his friends to be dealt with and only minutes ago, the Queen of the Deceased had received word from her mares that Níðhögg was frightened off back to his hidey-hole wherever Yggdrasil's root lay, having failed in dispatching the teens by any means necessary (while sparing Kris if he didn't interfere), much to her boiling anger. Hel screamed her head off, her fury sending out a telekinetic blast of power, sending everything from the table of molded foods to the human remains strewn about the floor flying back while her mares looked on passively with no reaction.
After her tantrum, Hel took a second to calm down and take deep breaths. Sure, the teens weren't taken care of as she had hoped, but Sköll and Hati were still on the hunt for their respective prey in the sky. She was still one step ahead of the gods and their end is nigh.
She could feel it.
"Never send a root-chomping reptile to do a goddess's job." Hel grumbled grimly under her breath. "No matter. Darkness will befall them soon. You, there!"
The mares obediently stepped forward like a squad of soldiers when she called them forth.
"Find the heart of Sinmara in Niflheim and bring it to me." She ordered them. "Her crystalline corpse shouldn't be too hard to find. And bring along some of Niflheim's ice and Muspelheim's fire as well if you can. Now go! And do not fail me!"
They obeyed and did as they were told, snapping and vanishing off into the darkness like dissipating shadows to heed to their queen's orders. Of course, they never failed her before. After they left, Hel was alone with her thoughts.
"Time to release the hound." She glowered.
And by that, it meant really bad news.
It was now time for the next phase of her master plan, and that's free the malevolent hell hound, Garm.
By means of travel, Hel manipulated the darkness of shadows around the land since she was bound only by the darkness alone inside of Helheim. It's because of the curse of her imprisonment that she cannot tread anywhere where there's light present, so she relies on her own magic to warp the shadows around the landscape while reshaping her own in this regard. Hopping from place to place, Hel was right inside the cave of Gnipahellir and she did not falter nor quiver nor even hesitate before the sight of the gigantic sleeping form of Garm, bound by his impenetrable chains crafted from 'impossible things', imaginary concepts that not even he could swallow.
"Oh, my sweet pet." Hel mused with a soft purr in her lilting voice, gingerly brushing her fingers along the murderous hound's snout, listening to his low snoring. "What I wouldn't give for my freedom as well. I feel your pain. Trapped down here in this drab and funereal hellscape."
She lingered for a moment near his face before watching him roll on his side. Then her sights were placed on the bolts mounted into the ground that held the chains, keeping the beast in place.
Within reason, Hel knew of the perilous mayhem that this furry monster would unleash should those chains be loose and did it make her smile darkly.
The Æsir and the Vanir will be scrambling desperately to undo this, giving her enough time to enter the final stage.
"And now, my canine sentinel, is your time. Our time." She cooed, letting her words roll off her tongue.
She knew she wasn't strong enough like those bumbling Asgardians. So it was her magic she used instead. Admittedly, she had the most powerful magic of all her kind, but naturally not as powerful as the All-Father. If so, she would've been able to break free from her own dreaded curse keeping her trapped down here in the underworld. By summoning giant roots from the ground from the World Tree, she guided them over to the first bolt. With a substantial quantity of magic-induced strength - succeed, she did.
The first bolt was broken.
Then with the roots ensnaring the next one, she put more girth into it this time until at last, it was in pieces and Garm's freedom was not too far behind.
Only one more to go.
Luckily, Garm rolled all the way over until the third and final bolt was revealed for the eyes of the undead queen to see and her malicious delight motivated her to put even more effort into it than the last two beforehand. And once the roots had a tight hold on it, they pulled, yanked and gripped with all their godly, earthly force before finally…
CRA-A-ACK!
It was done.
.
.
.
.
…Garm, the Hound of Helheim….was free.
With his chains forced loose, the colossal blood-soaked hound arose from his slumber and lifted himself up to realize that he was no longer bound to the annoying shackles, holding him down inside the cave. This revelation in mind made him snarl and growl, drool dripping from his bloody lips like a hungry predator in need of a meaty snack after waking up from hibernation.
"Be free, Garm!" Hel commanded and urged. "Go enact your vengeance!"
Although the soulless furry beast didn't understand her words, he already had a good idea of what to do now since he was finally let go. With a hissing, fierce snarl, he jumped out of Gnipahellir, leaving Hel behind to watch him take off to cause unforetold chaos, smiling with satisfaction.
The gods will never see him coming.
Brunhild and Bödvar were trekking the snowy lands of Midgard, both on patrol in case anything were to happen that may risk the safety of the humans. Along the way, Fenrir joined them after they found him marching around the woods. It was daytime again but after a few seconds, Sköll raced across the sky after the sun and then it was nighttime again. Seeing this made Fenrir groan.
"Oh, sister…..using my own sons…against…..us…" He bemoaned in his fragile speech pattern.
"He does seem to be catching up to me." Brunhild pondered with an overlaying hint of concern in her voice as she took it as a reminder that eternal darkness will be upon them soon and soon, the end of days.
"They'll…..be….relentless."
The giant wolf ran off ahead, leaving the two behind to watch him put distance between. Deciding to make some light conversation, the berserker turned to face the war-hardened valkyrie.
"I couldn't help but notice you held an expression of malice whenever you gazed upon Sigurd." Bödvar regarded her. "If I may, why is that?"
She turned a strong glare toward him, but then exhaled to relax as her thoughts raced.
"Let's just say….we have history together." She muttered with a grumble.
"Is that so?" asked the berserker. "Not a pleasant one, I'd imagine."
"Fuck no." Brunhild growled, but in a tone of voice that displayed no animosity towards her bearskin-adorned companion. "In smaller words, the bastard tricked me into marrying a smelly hog of a king. Me and his wife were not on greater terms either. Obscenities were exchanged, tempers flared unattractively and long story short, Sigurd killed himself."
"Oh, yes. I've heard wavering fragments of a tale of that sort. In honesty, I was never much of an admirer of Sigurd myself." replied Bödvar. "His legend lives and breathes as much do."
"Too bad I'd want him to stop breathing soon." snarled Brunhild like a wild cat. "My marriage to that buffoon made my life miserable. I'll never forgive him for that."
A distant rumble from both the ground and the heavens above interrupted them both as they both stopped dead and looked all around, putting their guard up instinctively for anything, weapons in hand, brandished and prepared for the shedding of blood if necessary. But then, Bödvar noticed something in the sky that made his jaw drop.
"By the gods…." He whispered, bewitched into staring longingly at it.
Brunhild saw it too and was as mesmerized horribly as he was….for there were giant glowing claw marks materializing in the sky and all around as if some wild beast was trying to scratch its way into Midgard. Fenrir, too, was stunned by this spectacle. The dimensional rifts being clawed into existence out of thin air were appearing and spreading rapidly.
"Garm." For it would seem that Brunhild's heart felt like it was about to stop and bring her to her knees on the ground.
Níðhögg was lazily moseying along in his domain beneath Yggdrasil in his own little pocket dimension where all of the Tree of Life's roots laid all around him. Roots that connected all of the Nine Realms together, holding them in place. In reptilian fashion, he crawled and slithered up, about and all around from one root to the next.
Suddenly, the rumble that was heard across the realms was heard and when he heard it…
.
.
.
….he was unable to control himself.
It was like a new hyperactive sensation seized him, taking full control of his body, his actions and his judgment. He let out a high-pitched shriek when he went absolutely mad, blinded by a sudden madness now that Garm was busy chewing through tears in reality and this was taken as the lyndwyrm's chance to chew through the roots.
So he did just that. Fangs bared, he got to work in chomping down upon one root that was bigger than even him, biting crazily onto the organic wood of it, his strong teeth kept at it until he managed to bite his way through and when the root was torn clean off…..
….it sent out a shockwave up and down Yggdrasil.
Cutting back to the real world, the 4*Townies and the QRQ's were sitting in silence in their shared cabin, both sides still refusing to utter one single sound toward one another and the silence broke all sound barriers. Mei was busy filing her nails and listening to 4*Town songs on her iPod when the ice was broken in a disturbing way.
"야, 그게 대체 뭐야?!" Abby shouted in her native language when she looked out the window.
"If you're gonna complain, do it in English!" Heather roared at her, still trying to fix her hair.
"Shut up, Heather!" The Korean girl growled at her. "LOOK!"
All of her friends ignored her as they marched over to where Abby was looking at her spot, viewing skyward, even nudging the distracted Mei to get her attention. All four girls were standing before the window, looking into the sky and reacting with confusion and horror….
….when they saw the disembodied claw marks in the sky.
Meanwhile, Sköll and Hati, sons of Fenrir, were racing after their prey, picking up speed and Sol Mundilfœrisdottir (Old Norse: Sól) or Sunna, the Norse Goddess of the Sun and her brother Mani Mundilfœrison (Old Norse: Máni), the Norse Goddess of the Moon, were both becoming increasingly restless in attempting to evade their fang-bared pursuers and their respective steeds were getting awfully tired and restless from such a long chase.
Before long, the two arch-wolf brothers were getting closer and closer and their mouths opening wider and wider, the danger setting in and then finally, they came.
CHOMP!
CHOMP!
And just like that, Sol and Mani were no more.
Gulped down the throats of two massive canines like food as the two succeeded in devouring them both. And in the process, the sun and the moon were gone from sight. As a result, the darkness came and when it came, it really came.
No more were the days bright and sunny by the shining sun and no more were the nights dark, but dimly lit by the light of the moon. With both sources of light having been eaten alive, there was no more light to be shone on the land below. It was all gone in an instant flash and the pure pitch blackness enveloped all of the Nine Realms like a curtain of doom.
Everyone gasped with horror when this happened. In both the Void and the real world as a whole.
Mei and the girls were terrified beyond belief with an icy chill riding up their spines, though Mei alone could tell something was up about this. Something that Kris may know of if the gods were involved.
The QRQ's, however, were panicking like crazy.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! What the fuck is happening?!" Jill screamed with mortal terror.
"It's not even midnight yet!" Heather shouted, tearing up.
"Won't be long now." Hel sinisterly grimaced with glee.
In Helheim, Hel could sense it in her heart and soul that the eternal night had taken over and this brought a sick smile on her face. Patiently, Surtr stood far from her as she got to work on the heart of Sinmara that her mares have so gracefully obtained for her. Armed with the primordial ice and fire from both Niflheim and Muspelheim, she used her powers to combine two opposite elements together, merging them with the still-beating organ of Surtr's long-gone beloved.
"That hound of yours. The gods will put an end to him soon." The fiery giant noted matter-of-factly.
"Garm is merely a diversion." Hel didn't much care, eyes not leaving her work. "He'll buy us enough time."
"Even so, that mongrel will have tears torn all across reality itself."
"What's your point?" said Hel snarkily. "After all, I'm the one doing you a favor here. This heart must be merged within you and after Kris is dealt with, you can finally be with her again. Nothing shall ever part you two again. Before the ritual, the boy's blood is required."
"And what about this boy that makes him so special?" demanded Surtr.
"That is no concern of yours! You just do your part and don't question me! UNDERSTAND?!" The Goddess of Death thundered at him defensively, bringing in a venom-laced aftertaste to her spiteful words as she glared towards the first fire Jötunn for prying into that subject, to which Surtr snorted, but heeded her command to not ask why she so desperately wants one random child dead.
After a few seconds of adding the finishing touches, Hel had completed her work on Sinmara's heart as it glowed with bright colors of blue and red, melted together beautifully and even Surtr was taken in by its effervescent beauty. Handing it over to him, Hel let herself smile again when Surtr took it from her, fondled it, eyed it reverently as if to ask it for guidance and taking a moment to remember his wife, before moving his beard out of the way to reveal a huge, gaping hole in his chest where his own heart would be before placing Sinmara's heart inside, not even wincing in pain.
"Well done." Hel applauded him jokingly and he only frowned in annoyance.
"After the boy is dead, I bring his corpse to you and the rest is history." Surtr grunted, reaching for his burning sword.
"Would not have said any other way." snickered the Queen of the Dead.
"The gods will interfere one way or another and the boy won't be as easy to kill. Perhaps, I must wait unless he's alone." Surtr suggested, eyes turning towards his sword, sharp and hot enough to burn a clean cut through flesh and bone.
"Clever thinking. But patience is in order. I've been planning Ragnarök for three years now. I mustn't risk letting it fall to ruin. Surely, you understand." reasoned Hel.
Without saying a word, Surtr just grumbled at her before turning to take his leave, dragging his sword across the floor as he departed, leaving a thin trail of fire in his wake. And while he marched past the double doors and stomped across the bridge of the damned, the fire Jötunn had a thought in mind to have Kris butchered immediately, regardless of what Hel suggests. If what she says is true that this ritual will help bring his wife back, then he resolves to get it done and over with.
"For years, I've been without her." He scowled with a threatening gnarl under his breath. His eyes glowing and gleaming in the dark demonically. "And after years, I now have my chance. I shall wait…..no more."
Things are only getting a lot worse now. Much, much worse. Hel has freed Garm from his bindings and let him loose to chew and scratch tears throughout reality in both the Realms and the real worlds, Níðhögg is now chewing madly at the roots of Yggdrasil and now Sköll and Hati have managed to devour the sun and the moon, bringing an eternal night throughout the world. Ragnarök is just right around the corner soon, so Kris and his friends need to hurry up and fight to save their world or else billions will suffer.
Worse yet, Surtr is getting impatient with Hel and wants to be with his wife as soon as possibly if by killing Kris earlier than originally planned.
Apart from the terrors unfolding, Loki is clearly guilty about not being part of Hel's life even before she was cast into the underworld and imprisoned there forever. See, Loki may be a mischievous and deceitful bastard, but he is still humanized by his love and care for his children, both human and monster alike. All of this to deviate him from the villainous status he is traditionally given in the myths and tales.
How are our heroes going to be able to stop Ragnarök and save the world now at this rate? Stay tuned and find out.
Next Chapter: With Garm running amok and the gods fighting to get the rampaging hound under control, Willow comes up with a solution. Hel is finally free from Helheim while Loki and Angrboda try to stop her. Meanwhile, Kris gets into a tussle with the murderous Surtr.
Next Update: Sept 29, 2023