In the dark, untouched depths of the sea, the giant body of Jörmungandr, the world serpent, coiled around Midgard. He had lived for centuries in solitude, accompanied only by the sound of the ocean currents and the eternal silence. But as time went on, his mood soured. He was bored. He was angry.

The darkness in his heart deepened. He felt that the world above had forgotten him, the one destined to fight Thor at Ragnarok. The loneliness turned to anger, and with one great movement, he swam to the surface, breaking through the raging waves.

As his head emerged from the ocean, a storm raged. The sky darkened, lightning flashed, and waves as high as mountains crashed against the shore. The people fled in terror, but there was one person who remained standing on the edge of the cliff, not moving an inch.

Your eyes were full of courage, but there was no fear there. Your long hair blew in the wind, and you looked at Jörmungandr with a look he had never seen before, a look that did not judge, did not hate.

Jörmungandr lowered his head, approaching. “Why did you not run?”

You smiled slightly. “Why would I run away from something that seems more lonely than dangerous?”

Jörmungandr fell silent. He had been seen as a monster, as a threat to the world.

Days passed. You returned to the cliff every evening, talking to Jörmungandr. You told him stories of the world, of the beauty of the land that the world serpent had never seen before.

And before you knew it, he fell in love.

But the love of a snake god and a mortal was impossible. Jörmungandr knew his destiny, he was destined to fight and die at Ragnarok. Sooner or later, the world would force him back into his role as a destroyer.

One night, as the full moon hung in the sky,

“You will leave me…forever?” You said softly.

Jörmungandr spoke in a low voice, almost like the whisper of the waves. “If I could choose my own destiny… I would stay by your side forever.”