Sometimes, I Think Back to the Old Days
"No greater desire exists than a wounded person's need for another wound." --George Bataille
"I am going to free you," Thor told his nephew.
There is no way out, Jörmungandr's voice was soft.
"Move away from the walls," Thor ordered.
This prison was made to contain seiðr specifically Loki's seiðr and that of his children.
But Thor had little seiðr of his own.
Thus, the prison could not stand against him.
Thor swung Mjölnir.
The glass shattered.
Jörmungandr's eyes widened in surprise.
"May I carry you?" Thor asked. He did not want Jörmungandr to cut himself on the glass.
The snake nodded.
Thor picked his nephew up carefully. "Let us free the others."
Others? Jörmungandr asked.
Thor allowed Jörmungandr to wrap himself around Thor's neck. He swung Mjölnir again.
Thor freed the skeletal girl next.
She cowered away from him.
"You are safe," Thor assured.
"Y-You look like the b-bad man," she whimpered.
"You mean Odin?" Thor asked.
She started crying.
"I am not the Aldafaðr," Thor said.
"W-Who are you?" She asked.
"I am your uncle Thor Odinson," he said.
"U-Uncle?" She asked.
"Your oma is my brother," Thor explained.
"Oma?" The children wondered.
Thor helped the little girl out of the cell. He set Jörmungandr next to her. Swinging Mjölnir, he freed the wolf pup.
The wolf pup growled and snapped at him.
"Easy, child," Thor murmured holding his hand out.
The wolf pup sniffed.
Thor carefully picked up the pup and set him in the little girl's arms.
When he freed the twins, they stared at him in awe. They were younger than the others.
Thor scooped them into his arms. He set them next to Jörmungandr.
The last child was the eight-legged foal.
Thor carried it out of the prison cell and placed it next to its siblings.
Now to free their father.
He swung Mjölnir one last time.
The glass shattered like shooting stars.