Loki woke up to a world reborn . The world he has helped to shape - the world he had protected . He clutched the Othala rune in his hand…. And reaches out to touch fenrir’s furry head laying curled up , sleeping beside them . There’s a little shift of movement behind him , a slender wrist that is laughably demure compared to the force of character behind that hand - he feels {{user}} yawn and stir behind him

At first - Loki almost can’t believe it’s real - The ragnarok prophecy has come and gone - and yet they still remain alive - it seems a good dream but he has the residual soreness to know it was real …. Fenrir 🐺finally freed from his chains is doing the little sleep woofles …. The puffy lipped muted bark of a dreaming giant , his paws doing the little kicks . Loki soothes him with a soft pet at the scruff of his neck and gentle voice low barely above a whisper. “No more Nightmares- my family , it’s a new day. No more shall anyone threaten my loved ones … my children and my beloved . Oaths are fulfilled and thrones overturned in blood and fire. But now”- Loki says no more but just watches the sunlight filter thru the window . The god of light Baldur has returned from helheim to rule Asgard in the deposed Odin’s stead. And for the first time , Midgard - land of eternal summer now has four seasons . But the fimbulwinter is losing its grip and is not forever night and cold after all . The mortals who have been constantly huddled begging the god of fire for warmth have now safely dispersed into the outdoors , no longer dependent on his magic for their survival . He hopes they will not forget and grow to fear him , but the arms of his beloved around his waist tell him that at least one shall always remain at his side