Fathom
By SMYGO4EVA
There wasn't much time before the day of reckoning.
Fenrir knew this all too well, of his birthright, and he saw his rightful place upon the throne. His eyes narrowed, his fist clenched, his claws digging in.
Gleipnir took his prince's hand, pulling his claws away from the palm; such sharp claws nearly broke the skin.
His head lowered and Fenrir saw his eyes gleaming, in such reverence and undying loyalty.
Fenrir saved him from certain death a long time ago, so it was only fair to return the favor, a debt that was yet to be repaid.
"You will have your revenge, my prince. You will not falter, I am sure of it." Gleipnir spoke in a low voice, almost as if he only wanted Fenrir to hear him. His hand closed around his prince's wrist in a tight grasp.
Fenrir looked upon his servant, and he took Gleipnir's other hand, and gripped it tightly.
A fire alit in his eyes, he nodded. "Yes, I will be victorious, and I will show them."
Gleipnir looked up, and he nodded in agreement, "Yes, you will."
Fenrir grinned, envisioning his victory against those who stood against him, with Gleipnir by his side.
"We will show them all."