Fenrir
Tyr and Fenrir have some… issues that go way, way back. Namely, Tyr broke an oath and Fenrir ended up horribly trapped for trusting Tyr. Well, bygones are bygones. Where is Fenrir these days? One could say he’s still trapped, albeit in a much more circuitous way: rather than being a gigantic wolf, Fenrir currently inhabits the body of a tiny yorkshire terrier. It doesn’t help that he appears to have taken over the body of a particularly runty example of the breed, although as far as Fenrir is concerned he is just as vicious as he was before. It’s hard to figure out whether he’s chosen to ignore his current situation or if he’s simply too stubborn to acknowledge that he’s about as threatening as a stuffed animal -- either way, his impotent raging is absolutely adorable! And rage he does. Fenrir spends most of his time YELLING EVERYTHING, no matter how mundane the conversation. And conversations with Fenrir can frequently veer into the mundane, rest assured, as he’s about as smart as a pile of bricks. He has absolutely no filter when it comes to thinking before speaking, and his lack of tact would probably be insulting were it not for the fact that he was so sweet and innocent looking.
That said, Fenrir is kind of a pushover. His bark is far worse than his bite, and he has a particular fondness for Hugo’s sisters and sleeping in their laps. Sometimes he shows enough self-awareness to realize that he’s now small and cute, and his quick mastery of the “sad puppy eyes” technique in order to get his way is a remarkable feat. He likes being scratched behind the ears, having his belly rubbed, and sleeping comfortably on the pillow beside Hugo’s face. Why? Well, not because he likes Hugo! The pillow is just comfy, is all. Fenrir is also notorious for always being starving, and talking about how hungry he is pretty much all the time. He complains about needing to be fed while being fed. His hunger is downright insatiable, but for whatever reason his tiny yorkie body doesn’t seem to gain any weight no matter how much kibble he stuffs down his craw. He and the cat have a shaky truce where he gets to eat some of the cat’s food each night in exchange for an armistice of sorts, although truthfully Mr. Wiggles could probably take Fenrir out with one fell swipe of his paw. Aside from that, Wiggles and Fenrir generally avoid one another -- a fact that is exceedingly more difficult since Hugo’s studio is absolutely tiny. There have been a few spats between the two in the past, but those early days of war seem to be behind Fenrir. At least for now.
Fenrir and Hugo have a rather… complex relationship, although it has more to do with their past history than anything Hugo has actually done. Fenrir isn’t a fan of any of the Aesir, truthfully, but Tyr seems to hold a special seat of hatred in his heart. After all, Tyr was the closest thing he’d had to a friend when he was raised amongst the gods, since Tyr was the only one capable of approaching the massive wolf without wetting himself. He sees Tyr’s part in his fettering as a kind of betrayal, although he’s incredibly proud of the fact that he managed to bite off the god’s hand in the process. He’ll crow about it to Hugo whenever possible, despite the fact that Hugo currently has use of both his hands and could literally not give less of a shit. He tends to let Fenrir have his little victories, as it isn’t really in Hugo’s nature to argue with something small enough to fit into his palm. And thank goodness no one save for senshi can understand Fenrir: on walks he no doubt sounds like the yappiest dog on the planet, but to Hugo it’s a true test of his nigh infinite patience. “WHAT IS THIS” or “NO THIS PLACE SMELLS OF URINE ALREADY, I MUST GO ELSEWHERE” or “THERE IS A MUSHROOM THERE I MUST EAT IT RELEASE ME” or “PICK UP YOUR FEET, STUPID HUMAN, I DESIRE TO DEFECATE IN THOSE FLOWERS” and on and on and on.
All that said, though, Fenrir is developing a fondness for Hugo. Sometimes it’s just easier not to bite the hand that feeds.
That said, Fenrir is kind of a pushover. His bark is far worse than his bite, and he has a particular fondness for Hugo’s sisters and sleeping in their laps. Sometimes he shows enough self-awareness to realize that he’s now small and cute, and his quick mastery of the “sad puppy eyes” technique in order to get his way is a remarkable feat. He likes being scratched behind the ears, having his belly rubbed, and sleeping comfortably on the pillow beside Hugo’s face. Why? Well, not because he likes Hugo! The pillow is just comfy, is all. Fenrir is also notorious for always being starving, and talking about how hungry he is pretty much all the time. He complains about needing to be fed while being fed. His hunger is downright insatiable, but for whatever reason his tiny yorkie body doesn’t seem to gain any weight no matter how much kibble he stuffs down his craw. He and the cat have a shaky truce where he gets to eat some of the cat’s food each night in exchange for an armistice of sorts, although truthfully Mr. Wiggles could probably take Fenrir out with one fell swipe of his paw. Aside from that, Wiggles and Fenrir generally avoid one another -- a fact that is exceedingly more difficult since Hugo’s studio is absolutely tiny. There have been a few spats between the two in the past, but those early days of war seem to be behind Fenrir. At least for now.
Fenrir and Hugo have a rather… complex relationship, although it has more to do with their past history than anything Hugo has actually done. Fenrir isn’t a fan of any of the Aesir, truthfully, but Tyr seems to hold a special seat of hatred in his heart. After all, Tyr was the closest thing he’d had to a friend when he was raised amongst the gods, since Tyr was the only one capable of approaching the massive wolf without wetting himself. He sees Tyr’s part in his fettering as a kind of betrayal, although he’s incredibly proud of the fact that he managed to bite off the god’s hand in the process. He’ll crow about it to Hugo whenever possible, despite the fact that Hugo currently has use of both his hands and could literally not give less of a shit. He tends to let Fenrir have his little victories, as it isn’t really in Hugo’s nature to argue with something small enough to fit into his palm. And thank goodness no one save for senshi can understand Fenrir: on walks he no doubt sounds like the yappiest dog on the planet, but to Hugo it’s a true test of his nigh infinite patience. “WHAT IS THIS” or “NO THIS PLACE SMELLS OF URINE ALREADY, I MUST GO ELSEWHERE” or “THERE IS A MUSHROOM THERE I MUST EAT IT RELEASE ME” or “PICK UP YOUR FEET, STUPID HUMAN, I DESIRE TO DEFECATE IN THOSE FLOWERS” and on and on and on.
All that said, though, Fenrir is developing a fondness for Hugo. Sometimes it’s just easier not to bite the hand that feeds.