Chapter 1: Waking Up and Breaking Free
Slowly my eyes opened and I came to the conclusion that I was once again back in chains. I tried to speak but my throat was sore and hoarse after who knows how long of being kept in a box. I wonder how long I have been in this box? The last time it only took me a few decades to wake up and commence Ragnarok...but this time I feel like they'd have taken even more drastic measures.
...I didn't want to herald Ragnarok. I never did. I was happy playing with my brother and sister and eating, but the Aesir were obviously against that.
They threw my brother into the sea and banned him from coming on land and they forced my sister to rule the land of the dead, all on her own and without any company other than ghosts, wisps, and corpses that only spoke of regrets.
And why did they do this? Because of some stupid prophecy some random Seer came up with.
Sighing, I stopped thinking about the past. I had to get out of these chains instead of moping about the past.
Closing my eyes and I flexed my fists and felt my godly strength flowing through my veins, warming up my limbs once again. I felt Gleipnir tighten around me reflexively, knowing what I was about to do after so much time spent with me.
"...Hello old friend..." I got out, my voice dry and as hoarse as sand paper, "...So...I see you've been fulfilling your role just Odin would have wanted you to...but you realize you don't need to anymore, right? He's dead. I ripped him apart and ate the old geezer's heart...You can let me go..." I tried some persuasion before we got down to business, knowing the chain was just as sentient as me - it just didn't have a mouth to talk.
I felt the chain lighten it's hold for a few seconds, obviously thinking about my words, but it soon tightened up even tighter causing me to smirk a little.
"Guess we all commit our roles in the end...or to the end, in this case," I spoke before flexing and pulling my arms away from my body. Instantly, the finest divine metal chains, forged by the finest Dwarven Blacksmiths, snapped unable to take my strength for even a second. All that was left was Gleipnir.
But it didn't give up. It tightened and it tightened. But even after so long I could tell that it hadn't healed itself enough after I broke out last time and waged war. It was already creaking, whining and ripping in areas.
My muscles finally warmed up fully and I snapped the chains made to restrain me.
Looking down at the ribbons as thin as spider silk, I silently apologized as I saw them dim before crumbling. Who was I to hate something to just it's purpose in living? Even if it was made to restrict me, it was the Aesir Gods who put it on me.
Pressing my hand against the 'door' of the coffin, I felt a few seconds of resistance before it blew away and the super-heated rock I knew would be there flooded into the chamber. It didn't leave even a mark on my skin as it submerged me in it's fiery embrace. Didn't mean it didn't hurt, however. Burning, searing heat still felt like shit even if it didn't hurt. Especially seeing as I'm an ice-related creature. Which is why they buried my prison in the layer of Earth which consists of extremely hot rock - to suppress my powers.
But it still didn't stop me as I started to swim upwards - or what I assumed was up - and once again wonder how much time had passed since I'd gone into the box. I should be able to gather information if the Humans are still around. They always were cooperative when you needed them to be. They were better than the Gods at least.
I swam through the magma like I was swimming through water and despite the crushing pressure I felt all around me, it was quite nice to move again.
Slowly but surely, however, the magma started to cool down and I was finding myself having to claw through the rock with my clawed hands. Luckily I wasn't how the humans thought I was and was a giant wolf - that'd just like stupid. I was only half-wolf, if you must know. So I, for the most part, had a humanoid figure.
And right now it was working for my advantage - the smaller my body is, the less energy I have to expend getting through the quickly hardening magma.
I have unlimited stamina, sure, but who likes to put too much work in? Not me, honestly.
I clawed and climbed through the stone, progressing over and over the same obstacle. I don't know how long it took before I breached the crust of the Earth but it must have been hours before I felt water rush into the crack made by my claws.
Most people would be annoyed at getting wet and cold but me? I was ecstatic. I loved the cold and I hadn't been near moisture in who knows how long.
Sadly, as soon as the water hit my skin it burst into steam. So I pushed myself upward into the sea, the water around me boiling and boiling, until my temperature finally calmed down and I was just there; floating. The feeling of freedom was one I'd never be able to get bored of and I could do nothing but just continue to float there.
In hindsight, I was quite glad that I had no need to breath otherwise I'd have had to put this relaxation on hold.
Realizing something, I opened my mouth before guzzling down the water around me. Salt water? Fresh water? They're practically the same thing to me, and I hadn't had a drink in so long that I was dying for one.
After a second gallons of water had entered my stomach, yet I didn't stop.
Dozens of gallons.
Hundreds of gallons.
Thousands of gallons.
Tens of thousands of gallons.
Hundreds of thousands of gallons.
Millions of gallons.
I kept going and going and going. I was insatiable. Partly because I hadn't had a drink in a while and also because that was my nature. I was hard to sate, if that was even possible to begin with. It mainly applied to food and water, however. I was very much satisfied with just a few weeks of mating, thank you very much.
After getting some liquid into my system, I began to swim upward to the surface. Though as I rose I also felt that the sea was actually pretty turbulent.
...Maybe digging through the mantle and crust of the Earth had an effect above ground, huh?
Quickly swimming to the surface, I looked around and ignored the nice feeling of the fresh air hitting my skin and how nice and relaxing it felt to be able to breath again. It didn't take much looking around to see a gigantic wave heading away from me. Cursing under my breath I swam to catch up to it and once I broke through the wave and saw where it was heading I paled a little.
If it wasn't stopped, the wave would carry on and hit an island. Squinting my eyes I saw the inhabitants of the island running around, panicking.
I instantly flashed toward the island, not bothering to swim anymore and just running on top of the water, sonic booms echoing from where I was and the water boiling underneath the speed of my feet. But I didn't stop to look at that. I just had to get to that island and make sure I could stop the wave before it could drown the place and it's inhabitants.
I wouldn't be like the other Gods. I wouldn't be indifferent to people's suffering or purposefully cause unnecessary suffering to the humans.
I'd experienced that. My entire life had been experiencing that. I would never put someone else through that.
Not unless they deserved it.
But there was one weird thing I could see from the inhabitants on the island. One that baffled me a little; all the inhabitants on the island were women.
Huh.
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