Loka Táttur

Loke had made his way towards the Faroes, there were rumors of an unruly Jötnar causing havoc.

Loke trodden along the many ruined villages.

All the corpses were blanketed in a thick layer of snow.

The glittering stars and full moon were hidden behind a thick snow cloud.

Loke saw him through the heavy blizzard: Skrymsli.

The large Jötnar crunched down on the corpse in his hand.

Sensing Loke, he paused his meal.

Skrymsli turned his massive frame towards Loki.

" Laufeyson. "

Loke kept quiet, merely glaring at the giant.

Skrymsli merely picked up his bloody scythe.

" Let's behead this snake. "

Loke smiled - not the first time his head was on the line.

He used his magical boots to fly up into the air, as Skrymsli brought down his stroke.

The Jötnar roared, almost scattering the storm clouds.

Loke pulled out a dagger, jamming it right into the Jötnar's eye.

Skrymsli reeled back from the pain, but Loke was far from done.

Skrymsli sensed the killing blow coming, so he quickly brought down his scythe.

The second stroke landed, but to Skrymsli's horror and amazement: he had merely done away with an illusion of Loki.

The killing blow was struck, and the Jötnar fell with an earth shattering BOOM!

Using his magic: Loke made Skrymsli's Scythe portable: slinging it onto his back.

He then noticed something through the crack of a crumbled house: a set of eyes.

Loke knelt down, and the figure approached.

It was a child.

His eyes were of the deepest blue.

Hair like glittering gold, and his name was: Rogner.

Rogner hugged Loki.

Laufeyson comforted the child, and then decided to raise him as his own.