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Oden left with Hel to show her her new home. That left Tyr to tend to the wolf until the allfather came back.
Tyr scratched under the wolf’s chin with a small smile.
“Well then. What should I call you?”
The wolf leaned into the touch and hummed.
“I am Fenrir.” the wolf spoke. “What should I call you?”
The beast looked up at Tyr with wide puppy eyes. Tyr honestly couldn’t see the wolf as a monster.
“They call me Tyr.” he answered.
“Tor?”
“No!” Tyr chuckled. “Tyr. With an ‘i’ sound.” Tyr sounded out his name patiently. Fenrir experimented with the pronunciation for a while until he got it right. When Tyr praised him Fenrir’s tail started wagging happily.
“You will be staying with me until Oden returns. That okay with you?”
Fenrir nodded so Tyr stood up. “Let’s head home then. It’s only fair to inform my wife of my return.”
He started walking out of the room and Fenrir hurried after him, almost tripping over his too big paws. Tyr made sure to match his pace with the wolf then. The gesture wasn’t left unnoticed, but it wasn’t mentioned either.
As they walked through the village people stayed clear of them, giving the wolf looks of fear and undisguised disgust. Fenrir’s ears pressed to his head and he hunched in his walk. Tyr glared at his fellow asgardians when he noticed. He wondered if his wife would be this rude as well. He couldn’t imagine how he’d react then. He sighed heavily.
“Want me to carry you? It’ll go faster.” Tyr offered. When the wolf nodded he slowed to a stop. Fenrir climbed into his arms and Tyr started walking once again, faster this time.
After walking some more they reached his home, smoke coming from the chimney and the promise of food eased Tyr’s nerves. He sighed with relief and set down the beast on the ground.
“Here we are!” Tyr smiled. “Welcome to my humble abode!”
Fenrir stared up at the building with huge eyes filled with amazement. Tyr smiled and opened the door and gestured for Fenrir to go inside.
The wolf hesitated but entered the warm building. The smell of food filled the home and Fenrir’s stomach growled. Tyr smiled and closed the door and led the way to the kitchen.
Seeing his wife, his heart fluttered. She stood by the stove, stirring in pots and pans while singing to herself. Tyr gently knocked on the wooden arch leading into the kitchen. His wife gasped and turned around. A smile painted her face in an instant and Tyr fell in love all over again.
“Hello beautiful~” Tyr greeted. His wife practically flew into his arms and he caught her with ease, kissing her deeply. He hummed contently before pulling away. “Fenrir! This is my wife, Zisa. The apple of my eye. Zisa. This is Fenrir!” Tyr introduced.
Zisa observed the wolf, her smile fading slightly.
“Son of Loke I take it…” she concluded. Fenrir nodded.
Tyr saw by the way the wolf’s stance shifted that he was getting ready to leave. “Well! Welcome, I suppose. We don’t really have a room to spare so I hope you don’t mind staying on the couch.” Zisa smiled. “We do, however, have food to spare. You two must be hungry.”
She walked back to the stove to resume her cooking. “Tyr? Set the table?”
Tyr easily nodded and went to get plates from a cabinet and brought them to the oak table not far away, then he looked at Fenrir and frowned.
Fenrir was a wolf and couldn’t eat by the table, but it felt cruel to make the boy eat on the floor. He sighed.
“Table or floor, kid?”
Fenrir looked shocked at the question and had to think about it for a few seconds.
“F-Floor? It’s hard to keep my balance on the chairs…”
Tyr nodded and put a plate on the floor next to the table.
Zisa put the food on the table, poured Fenrir a portion, then took a seat. Tyr, being a gentleman, poured his wife a portion, then a drink, before preparing his own plate.
Normally, when Tyr gets home from travels, he tells his wife all about them. This time, however, it felt weird to brag about his accomplishments, seeing as his mission was right next to him, so instead he let Zisa tell him about
her
adventures at home.
Once they had eaten and washed all the dishes Tyr went to the living room and prepared a nice little nest for Fenrir to sleep in for the night. He showed the wolf around the house and his grounds. The barn, the small pond, the well, the garden. Night fell faster than he realized but he didn’t mind. Fenrir was tired after the travels and the new places and impressions, and Tyr always loved spending time with his wife.
That night Zisa made sure to show Tyr just how much she had missed him. Tyr didn’t mind one bit.
Morning came and Tyr woke up with Sól. He hummed softly, content in the safety of his own bed. He took in the view of his beautiful wife sleeping beside him. He resisted the urge to kiss her forehead, not wanting to wake her. He carefully got out of bed and put on his worn, flowy, once-upon-a-time white shirt with his brown pants. Home wear. Comfortable. Vulnerable. His boots always held a dagger though. He put on his boots, just in case.
He walked downstairs, aiming to make his wife breakfast. He walked through the living room, a rumble forcing him to stop in his tracks.
The rumble of a beast.
Tyr was suddenly reminded of the wolf he invited to his house. He looked towards the nest.
The beast was asleep, but most importantly, significantly bigger than it had been the night before. The pup had grown from the size of a cabinet door to the size of the big oak table.
Tyr realized that if the wolf stayed in his house for another day it wouldn’t be able to make it out the door. But it felt cruel to have him sleep outside.
‘
I guess I know what to do today…
’ Tyr thought.
He walked into the kitchen and made breakfast while trying to think of a solution to this problem.
‘
Maybe a barn? Or a doorless hut? Hmm…
’
He took out a tray and put breakfast on it.
Milk, homemade bread, homemade butter, cheese, some ham, a bowl with porridge, and an egg. He hummed and snapped his fingers, walked out in the garden through the door by the pantry, picked a flower and went back inside. He put the flower on the tray,
‘
Perfect~!
’
He grabbed the tray and walked upstairs to the bedroom where his wife had yet to wake up. He put the tray on the bedside table and crouched next to the bed, taking in the view. It was a pity to break such a pretty picture, but even more so to miss out on such a beautiful day.
“Zisa, love? Wakey wakey.” he gently poked her nose. She grumbled and hid under the covers. He chuckled and poked where her shoulder was hidden. “Honey~ Time to get up! Beautiful day ahead of us today! Weren’t you going to meet with Freja and Idunn today?”
“At noon…” she muttered.
“You’ll want to have gathered some energy until then. Up we go!” Tyr smirked and yanked the covers, just enough to uncover her head. She glared darkly at him as if he was the reason there was evil in the world, and yet Tyr only met the glare with a warm smile. “I made you breakfast.” he informed before kissing her. “I’ll eat, then I’ll go out to talk to Tor.”
Tyr stood from his crouch. “Not sure how long I’ll be gone, but I’ll be back before the day is done.”
“Okay… Love you…”
A hand snaked out from under covers and Zisa held out a pinky. Tyr smiled and locked their pinkies.
“I love you too.” he told her truthfully. He then left the room to get some breakfast in his own belly. Fenrir woke up while he was sitting by the table.
“Good morning Fenrir!” Tyr greeted. The wolf seemed unbothered by his sudden growth as he walked up to the table and put his head on it. “Sleep well?”
“I slept okay… I’m hungry.”
“We’ll buy you something to eat in the village, sound good? You’re a growing boy, after all! You’ll need more than a ham sandwich.” Tyr chuckled.
Fenrir huffed something that might have been a laugh.
Breakfast was finished in relative silence, then Tyr grabbed his green cloak and his sword before leaving the house, Fenrir not far behind.
As promised he bought something for Fenrir to munch on, then they made their way to Tor’s house. Villagers were avoiding them like the plague or glaring from the safety of their homes and shops. Tyr ignored them, chatting with Fenrir and pointing out what people sold and answered the questions the wolf might have had.
Once they reached Tor’s house Tyr walked up the steps of the porch and knocked on the door.
It took a few minutes, but eventually a child opened the door, staring up at Tyr with amazement clear in his eyes.
“Hello Mode! Is your father awake?” Tyr asked kindly. The toddler shook his head, then stared up at Fenrir, fear evident in his eyes. “Oh! How rude of me! Mode, this is Fenrir. A friend of mine~!”
Fenrir looked shocked at that description, but Tyr didn’t pay it any mind. He hoped it was the truth. He really wanted to be good friends with the wolf. He had a feeling they’d make an amazing team.
After having a name for the beast, Mode seemed to calm down but was still weary. Smart, really.
“Well is your mother awake then?”
“Ma wek!” Mode nodded enthusiastically. “Daddi snooor.” Mode imitated snoring and giggled. Tyr chuckled.
“Yeah. He does that. Could you ask your mother to wake him? I need his help with something.”
Mode seemed to think this over, then waddled deeper into the house and after a few minutes he came back.
“Okke!”
Then the toddler disappeared again. Tyr was a bit confused but accepted it as normal behaviour for a toddler.
Five minutes later the redhead greeted them at the front door, dressed in only a robe. Tor frowned at the beast next to his best friend, but chose to not comment.
“What’s so important that you had to wake me up?”
“To be fair I didn’t know you’d still be asleep.” Tyr grinned. He didn’t bother to add ‘for certain’ to that sentence. Tor grumbled. “I need your help with building a thingy. You up for the task?”
Tor hummed and scratched his beard. His arm flexed at the motion.
“What kind of a thingy?”
“A house for Fenrir here. If he grows any more he won’t be able to walk in and out of my house, so he needs his own place.”
“Why would I help a monster child?”
“Because it’s a monster child that hasn’t done any harm. He didn’t choose to be a monster, He’s no different than your son that you had with that giantess lady.”
“Don’t bring my son into this Tyr. Magne is not a monster. Nor is he a
bastard
child.” Tor glared.
“He’s part giant. For some, that would be enough to be a monster… Tor, please. Fenrir hasn’t done anything wrong. By all means, be angry with the father, but not the child.”
Tor grumbled, then sighed deeply, defeated.
“Very well. I’ll help you build that stupid doghouse… Just let me wake up first. Meet me by the lumber trade in about.., two hours maybe?”
“Sounds good.” Tyr agreed easily with a smile. “See you then. Give Sif my best.”
Tor grumbled again and went inside again, closing the door behind him.
Tor helped build a house for Fenrir. It was big and gave the beast room to grow. It was located just outside Tyr’s grounds and Fenrir was very grateful. The building took a few days and by then Fenrir had indeed grown a ridiculous amount.
Oden stopped by when he had returned from the recently named Helheim to announce that Tyr would continue to keep an eye on the beast and Tyr happily accepted that quest.
Tyr had found himself a new hunting buddy, and he no longer needed a horse to travel long distances, his friend more than happy to assist.