Chapter 201 End Times

Instead of personally guiding Ratri, Surtr simply pointed her in the direction of Loki and got back to his own thing. Ratri would be able to find Loki and with Loki's help she'd be able to find Fenrir. No need to go out of his way to help her, when there's a simple solution.

Ratri started her treacherous journey through the nine realms until she finally reached her destination. A small, irrelevant cave, just like any other. But she was sure, Ragnar's energy came from this place.

With light footsteps she approached the auspicious cave. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, it was just a bleak, gray cave. With ancient energy inside. Like most caves. It wasn't until Ratri's first foot touched the invisible barrier between the cave and the outside world, that she saw the real interior.

A small corridor, with eerie shadows swaying back and forth lit up by a greenish light. Ratri casually walked through the corridor, not afraid of anything Norse Mythology could throw at her. He confidence wasn't unjustified, as she was the strongest sixth dimensional being that wasn't an all knowing and was a part of the one of a hundred. Or at least in the past. As the Ratri of this time is dead, long since trapped in the halls of chaos.

Ratri was confused, she couldn't hear, or sense anything. She thought she'd at least be able to hear the screams of pain from Loki. As Surtr has explained the current predicament of the mischief guru. Instead she was greeted by silence. Only broken by hurried footsteps back and forth.

She trudged into the opening of the cave and finally found the source of Ragnar's energy. A celestial, whom was closely connected to his pantheon. She smiled at the sight. She didn't have enough time to come to know the pantheon members, but she still sorry for them. Their deaths were cruel and unjustified. Seeing that someone else survived brought a pleasant smile to her tender lips.

The three people in the cave Ratri had intruded on turned their attention to her. Loki looked pale when he saw Ratri, while the celestial and women next to her looked confused.

"To what do we owe the honor?" Loki asked, with a smile hiding his fear.

"I'm Ratri, a friend of Ragnar. I was asked to set you free and kickstart this thing called Ragnarök, whatever that is!" she told the self proclaimed god of mischief.

"Oh, that's great, then, can you break these binds, or just remove then. I'd love to be able to bury my child as whole as possible!" Loki asked the venerable Ratri of the Night.

"Very well, I'll accept your request. But on one condition. Guide me personally to Fenrir, I'm supposed to free him too." Ratri demanded.

"Sure, awesome, great even. Of course I'll guide you to my boy. Heck I'll teach you runes, how to smith and anything you want. Just help me and my children!" Loki said happily. His black hair swayed back and forth on the stone he was laying on. As he moved his head back and forth in happiness. Ratri sighed at his enthusiasm and got to work.

A cloud of darkness enveloped Loki and the rope, slowly unraveling them from one another. Until finally Loki was freed with a burst. His jolly laughter echoed through the closed of cave.

"Thanks boss lady, let's go free Fenrir than. The faster the better, right?" Loki said. Ratri stared at him for a second and nodded.

"I guess, I don't want to be here for long. It's uncomfortable here!" Ratri said and started walking towards the exit of the cave. Loki followed her, quickly regaining the balance that's long been lost to him. His face distorted from time to time from having to walk. Shortly after he took on his real form, just after they exited the cave.

Ratri glanced at the titan and sighed. Titans true form is a enormous version of themselves, or their element. In this case Loki chose element. As turning into a big version of himself would do him no good.

"How long do we have before they notice you're gone?" Ratri asked. Hurried to get this over with. She had already sneakily kidnapped the celestial from before and brought her to the new realms of Ragthor. Not wanting any harm to befall the girl.

"I'd say they've already noticed. They just haven't made their move yet. Knowing taking you on would be foolish. Haha, guess what, this will be an easy victory." Loki laughed. Happy to once more be able to feel trouble in the horizon. Oh the mischief he could cause. Beautiful.

"Well whatever, can we hurry up, I want to go back already!" Ratri said.

"Sure, sure, no problem. I'll bring you to my doggo and help you release him." Loki said and took of.

Ratri followed from behind, easily keeping up with whatever speed Loki reached. Slowly they reached a lone island in the middle of nowhere.

Loki descended towards the island so Ratri followed. They quickly landed and Loki happily yelled. "Fenrir!"

A creature suddenly stirred and got up. A golden chain lifted itself from the ground, having been buried under the dirt for centuries. For the wolf had no reason to move, but now it had.

Ratri frowned when she saw the chain and ignored the heart full reunion of father and son. She simply stared at the chains and said. "I can't destroy them! But the puppy can still be freed, just in another way!"

Loki nodded grimly and asked.

"What way, if I can I'll help you. You're doing me a favor after all!" Loki said, almost pleasing to Ratri to help his son.

"Well, it's not really that hard. I just have to separate the two from each other. It will be hard, but I'll managed, I think. Just stand guard!" Ratri told him. Then she got to work.

She spent hours limiting the chains ability to influence the wolf then she manipulated the wolf's powers, through its willingness of course. The last step she fused the wolf with her shadow and boom, he's free.

That's how Ratri kickstarted Ragnarök.

(Back to Ragnar)

Ragnar and Surtr hit it of quickly. They exchanged ideologies and thoughts. Competing in various ways. The same thing could be said about all of Ragthor and the rebels. They found solidarity in each other, as their goal were the same this very moment.

They grew closer and closer to war but their spirits didn't vanish instead it grew stronger every second. Soon they would face hardship, but that hardship was all they lived for.

Days went by without a hitch, some rested, preparing for the inevitable war. Other's partied and relaxed.

The leaders gathered in one place discussing strategies for the coming years they would fight.

"Can't Ratri just deal with everything?" Ragnar asked. While glancing at his friend. Maja was also there, relaxing in a sun chair she somehow found on the way there.

"Hey, I'm not a pawn, though I admit it would be effective."

"I'm afraid not, there's this guy called Kay, he suddenly entered our realm some time ago. With him were two others. Each one went against the will of the dimensions limit. But they can exist in the realms. So in other words Ratri will have to deal with them, while we have to deal with the others." Surtr said somberly.

"Wait did you say Kay, like in the guy with a staff, servant of Gluttony what not. That Kay?" Ragnar asked. Completely flabbergasted, not. He acted shocked, of course he knew. There's nothing that can hide from him after its happened. He just has to actively search for it.

"Yes, he carries a weapon made by Gluttony. An evil bastard if you ask me, how can such abomination be allowed to live?!" Surtr said.

"Don't know, I have nothing to do with him. Even if his new servant Kay was kind of from my pantheon and was maybe, just maybe a warrior, brought to insanity in the middle of a war thanks to a stupid staff." Ragnar said. Pushing all blame away from him. It's not his fault Gluttony gave Biqrapro the staff, who gave it to his son.

The meeting continued and they decided they would split when they grouped up with Loki and Fenrir. Ragnar, Fenrir and their group would go to Svartalfheim and conquer the place. While the rest would start the war at the front.

So when the day came Ragnar and Fenrir joined forces and left together. Most of Ragnar's people were left with the others, as he didn't need help with a little realm. In his opinion at least and his very words.

Soon they came to the border of Svartalfheim and by that it really means. Ragnar was far away from the rest and ripped the realm apart. Allowing his and Fenrir's troops access easily, without having to go on some journey.

The first boats reached the coast line and trillions if celestial's and titans stormed the shore. Many dwarves had gathered, but few were fifth dimensional. All who weren't were captured alive, while those who were got killed. Soon to be revived inside a prison.

Soon the crusade of fifth dimensional beings reached the first city. Many dwarves ran fir their lives while the fifth dimensional stayed. But Ragnar going with quality and quantity easily overwhelmed them with the forces of Ragthor.

Those who resisted were killed and thrown away, this time they only took fifth dimensional as prisoners. Simply killing those unworthy of their time. Cruel, but efficient. The younger dwarves, especially men thought it was a good idea to stay and fight. This meant that they witnessed their parental figures, uncles and what not die in front of their very eyes. The reactions varied, but all had one in common. Rage, an unquenchable rage that seeped to their very souls.

Like lunatics the young attacked the army, only to be slaughtered the very same way as the crusade moved forward. Some titans and celestials were left behind to defend the city. While the rest moved forward. Leaving a destroyed city and many dead behind.

This scene became common and every time an army of to many celestials came to fight them Ragnar or Fenrir obliterated them.

Soon they conquered the first shore and moved on to the next. Months went by, the army quickly conquered Svartalfheim as a whole. At this point Ragnar had let himself completely lose. His very being reaching all over the realm. His act had one problem. He started the war, for he was the first sixth dimensional being to make a major move.

Of course this wasn't unplanned. The war was supposed to start when Odin couldn't supply his soldiers with enhanced weapons made by peak celestials. Something that Ragnar and Fenrir achieved.

Svartalfheim became a prison for the dwarves, but only fir those below celestial. They were expendable, hostages that were used as threats to the peak celestial dwarves. If they did not forge weapons for Ragthor those hostages would die.

The same time, at the edge of Bifrost. Surtr had somehow reached the bridge, his gigantic sword taking on its true firm, just like its owner. Raising his sword high Surtr brought it down and with it the world froze. The Bifrost shattered and an endless starlight flew inti the sky. Snow fell all over the nine realms and hundreds of thousands of portals appeared to the different realms.

Like a swarm the army who had waited finally moved and a horn sounded throughout all the realms.

The war had finally began. The end times of Norse Mythology was approaching quickly and with it came

Fimbulwinter.

(Author here: hope you liked the chapter, with that the war has finally arrived. How exiting, please donate power stones and write a review author out :) )