The Alpha God's Luna

~ASGARD~

Fenrir was late to the meeting for the first time in the last decade or two. Worried that his brother had already left, he blamed his own curiosity for the unfortunate occurrence.

The rules had been simple since they were taken away from their mother. His brother and sister were prohibited from entering Asgard. He was the only one with the privilege to reside among the other gods. And with his sister locked in Nilfhelm's underworld realm, he could only see Jormungandr from time to time. Once per month on the first day of the Full Moon. In secret, just as they agreed.

Tonight was the night, and he was unforgivably late because he'd tried to catch a glimpse of the guests from the other divine realm. An event to which he wasn't invited, so he couldn't actually march in there and see everything he wanted to

see.

It was so stupid, but he couldn't help himself. The Olympian group was small, yet he'd managed to see almost everyone who arrived. Just three deities and he had only been able to see two, Selene and her brother Helios in their silver and golden attire, respectively. Two perfect gods, probably the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

But there was one more in their party. The one whose name was on everyone's lips the moment her small foot stepped through the portal. She was so popular that he couldn't catch sight of her because a crowd of Asgardians surrounded her constantly, making it impossible for Fenrir to see anything but her silvery-white hair, shining like threads of starlight.

He'd tried to change his location or wait for people to give her some space, just step aside for a moment, but that never happened. Whatever he did, he couldn't see her face.

Astrea, the one they called the new goddess of stars, remained a mystery to him.

Fenrir didn't notice how and when it got dark and when he remembered he had more important things to do tonight, he was already running late.

Joran wasn't in their meeting spot when he got there, and Fenrir was angry with himself. He'd missed meeting the one and only person who cared about him, because he was trying to see some... girl.

He settled in to wait in the secret cave he had discovered years ago, with the perfect view of the river that fell into the sea. This was where Joran used to sneak into Asgard for them to meet.

Still angry, Fenrir kicked a rock on the ground, realising he had missed his brother, and now he would have to wait another month to see him. Other than lessons with Tyr, it was the only thing that brought him joy, and he always looked forward to this day.

Tonight he'd deprived himself of the opportunity. Jormungandr had to be careful in these lands.

The sky was clear tonight, and Fenrir gazed at the blanket of stars stretched above his head, glimmering like diamonds, one more beautiful than the other. The full moon glowed, kissing the surface of the calm river. He noticed movement in the water, a smile curling on his lips instantly.

"Jor!" The young wolf breathed out in relief, seeing the Serpent's scales glide through the water. A wave crashed over a massive boulder in front of him. A familiar broad-shouldered figure walked out of it, wearing his usual tunic, embroidered by their mother back in the day, with pants and boots, only the moonlight illuminating his features in the darkness.

"Rir!" Jormungandr smiled as they gave each other a warm brotherly hug. "I thought you forgot about me!"

"Never!" Fenrir chuckled, "I was distracted today, but- Nevermind! We are both here, and that's all that matters now." "True," Joran agreed and hit his shoulder in a friendly manner.

Fenrir was excited to see his sibling. Jor was the only one who could travel between the nine realms and meet both him and their sister if he was careful enough. When Odin tore them away from their home, he threw Hel into Nilfhelm, the underworld realm, and released Jor into the sea, binding him in his serpent form. Only Fenrir was accepted to live with the rest of the deities in Asgard but was never told why.

His life was... tolerable. Living in Asgard had many perks, but his father was rarely there, his mother and siblings weren't allowed inside, and the other gods weren't his biggest fans. He was different. This was something undeniable, something he'd learned to live with and accept.

He didn't look like them, he didn't behave like them, he didn't have the same powers they had. He couldn't wield any kind of magic and was therefore considered a lesser god.

The only thing he could offer them was his physical strength. This was his domain, where he had no rivals.

However, that didn't exactly help him find friends. Tyr was the only one who paid him any mind, because he respected strength and was initially curious about the young wolf. In many ways, he was Fenrir's one and only friend. That being said, Fenrir was working on fixing that.

"Father told me about the guests," Jor mentioned the matter casually as they walked inside the cave to hide in case anyone passed by. No one was supposed to know about these meetings. "Who could have thought that our realms would finally find something in common!"

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An unexpected wave of jealousy rippled through Fenrir. Their father barely spoke to him. Especially in public. He travelled a lot and, thanks to that, could see Jor more often than anyone else; the Serpent loved to follow him on his many quests. While Fenrir had to stay behind and behave, representing their family branch.

He suppressed the ugly feeling quickly. All of that wasn't important. The important thing was that no matter how far they travelled together, Jor made an effort every month to come back to Asgard and meet him. This was more than anyone else ever did for him and he appreciated it.

In return, Fenrir always made sure to bring his brother Asgardian mead. The drink of the gods and the only thing that could help the dragon to sustain his power and grow. Each time they saw each other, his serpent dragon form was getting bigger and bigger.

"I wonder why they let them in," Joran muttered as he sat on a rock with the flask his brother brought for him, taking his first gulp and enjoying the taste.

"I heard they want some kind of alliance with us," Fenrir shrugged. "You know what happened to them, right? Most of their pantheon was wiped out."

"Not much of a loss if you ask me!" Jor huffed a laugh. "More world and power for us!"

"Not everything is about power," Fenrir leaned against the same boulder, chuckling.

"Yeah, sure!" Jor scoffed. "Easy for you to say. Living here takes your fighting spirit away."

"My fighting spirit is fine, in case you want to test it!" the wolf deity teased with a snarl. They loved friendly sparring.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

Fenrir missed this. His biggest hope was that one day he would prove to Asgardians, he was one of them, and they would let their family reunite.

"They still didn't notice you stealing this?" Jor sneered, shaking the flask. The mead didn't have much effect on him, although a regular Asgardian would be properly drunk after a full flask.

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"It's not like they are looking. No one expects this-" Fenrir confessed, averting his gaze.

"You know what they expect," Joran's playful tone was gone. This was a topic that never ended well.

"They are just-worried," Fenrir sighed heavily, a familiar unpleasant feeling building in the pit of his stomach. "And for good reason."

"Of course," Joran sneered, "when the end of days come, they will have to go, and we will stay and rule. I'd be afraid of that day, too, if I was in their place."

"You still talk about this-"

"It's not like I have a choice, do I? No one invited me to live in Asgard with the gods and their faithful servants. They threw me into the sea, hoping never to see me again. Just shifting back into human form took me decades!" "Yet here you are "

"Here I am," Jor smirked, locking eyes with his brother. "Together with you. Same blood. Same essence. Maybe you like your life in Asgard, but deep inside, you know it will never be... it. You are not one of them, Fenrir; you will never be one of them. But you will always be one of us."

"You know very well there is no one I care about more than you and Hel. I am doing my best to fix everything," Fenrir tried to explain. "If I earn their trust, they will let you back in and then-"

"It will never happen, brother," Joran placed his palm on his shoulder and squeezed it tightly. "The only way for us to move forward is to destroy them. Think of it when they shun you again and deprive you, me, Hel and Father of the respect and life we deserve."

Fenrir wanted to retort, to make his brother see reason, but a strange glow filled the space outside the cave, and both of their heads snapped in its direction.

Someone was approaching them, and Fenrir recognised the ethereal shimmering almost instantly.