“They still hate me, don’t they?” Fenrir asked his wife as they were about to enter the main Hall of Asgard. As Asgardian traditions required, they both wore white and gold today, which made the wolf slightly uncomfortable. The fur on his cape added to his misery.
“Of course not!” Astraea looked into his eyes, a slight curl to her lips. “If it makes you feel any better, they hate both of us!”
“We still can abandon them and run away to the mortal realm,” the wolf reminded her.
“They will ruin it within a century,” she countered.
“Right—” Fenrir exhaled loudly. “So, ruling Asgard it is.”
He laced his fingers with his wife’s even though, according to customs, he was supposed to enter the ceremonial hall first, and she was to follow him.
“Together,” he said, and Astraea smiled back at hi
