Thor: Ragnarok Loki Novels & Stories

Her hands clenched. Alpha felt it then—a thread, thin but unbreakable, wrapping around his soul and hers. A bond forming in the worst possible moment. Not chosen. Not completed. Interrupted. His executioner raised the blade—silver, blessed, carved to kill gods. Alpha met her unseen gaze. Run. The blade fell. Pain exploded through his chest as the world shattered into red and black. His wolf screamed. His vampire blood boiled. The chains drank deep as his heart stuttered—

My body and mind are present, but I can feel the spirit push into my consciousness and take control. “Jormungandr, brother?” The voice that came out of my mouth was not mine. I would assume it was Arcas, but the voice was female. Feeling the Amory’s power, I can feel the energy and it does not feel male like I would assume Arcas would feel like. Erik’s head tilts side to side like he is trying to place the voice. Going back to my history, Jormungandr and Fenrir are brothers, but they had a sister that married Arcas. Hel is the ruler of Niflheim, but everyone just calls it Hel after her. After Ragnarök, Loki, her father, was imprisoned, and she was tasked to keep him from getting out.