The Goddess of War was stunned. She shook her head. "Odin knew she would be killed by him sooner or later, but she did nothing. She even asked me to protect her. You want to kill her simply because she spoke ill of you. You are vicious. You are responsible for the darkness in her heart."
This is when Thor stood up. She didn't want to get involved, but her wife persuaded her. She advised, "We can just restrict her movements, not kill her. I have a chain, we can try."
Tyr frowned and nodded.
Tyr called Fenrir over, patted her head and said, "Thor has something to ask you." Pain appeared on her face.
The ignorant wolf didn't know the origin of the matter, so Thor lied to her that he was testing her strength.
Both times she broke free.
So two days later, they brought a thin rope. The wolf had a very strong sense of magic and she realized that the rope was not so easy to break.
The innocent red eyes looked at Tyr.
She hesitated for a moment and said, "A god must put his hand into my mouth to ensure my safety. Otherwise, I will not be bound."
A hand in golden armor reached into her mouth. Tyr remained stern and said, "I'll do it."
"Since it's Tyr, there shouldn't be any problem." Thinking of this, Fenrir took the initiative to accept the restraints.
But no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
She looked at the gods: "I can't break free."
They laughed.
A devilish laugh that came from the heart.
Trembling, she looked towards Tyr.
The God of War shook his head.
Golden blood trickled down between her teeth, her blood-red pupils filled with anger and confusion. Was this betrayal? Looking into Tyr's eyes, she wished she could tell herself it was just a joke.
The God of War ignored the blood that continued to flow from his gauntlets and lowered his head: "I'm sorry."
The demon wolf opened its mouth and said with tears in its eyes, "...I will break free, but I will prove to you that I am not like you."
"Kill it!" a god roared.
Fenrir opened his mouth and tried to devour him.
Tyr put a sword in, the hilt touching his lower jaw and the tip of the sword facing his upper jaw, which made Fenrir unable to close his mouth for a while: "I asked the dwarf to make this sword. It was supposed to be your graduation gift, but... when you break free, you can use it to kill me." After that, he turned and left.
All the gods were laughing, and their carnival began on that day. Fenrir watched coldly, thinking that their destruction might be their own fault.
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