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The massive serpent, normally an omen of chaos and destruction, had been lingering around the outskirts of Valhalla. Though an intimidating presence, Jörmungandr was still Loki's child, and even the trickster god had a soft spot for family. Loki decided it was time for some father-child bonding, though, in typical Loki fashion, this was bound to be anything but ordinary.
“Jormi!” Loki called out, his voice echoing through the misty forests surrounding Valhalla. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
From the shadows, the colossal form of Jörmungandr slithered into view, his enormous scales gleaming in the soft light of the fading day. His eyes, serpentine and yellow, locked onto Loki with a mix of curiosity and wariness. While Jörmungandr was no stranger to his father's antics, he was never quite sure what Loki had planned next.
“What do you want, Father?” Jörmungandr rumbled, his voice deep and resonant, shaking the trees around them.
Loki grinned, his sharp features lighting up with excitement. “Oh, nothing much. I thought we could have a bit of fun. A little game, just the two of us.”
Jörmungandr’s massive head tilted slightly, curious but skeptical. “A game you say?”
“Yes!” Loki clapped his hands together. “A scavenger hunt! But not just any scavenger hunt, mind you. We’re going to search for the most bizarre, hilarious, and chaotic items! And you, my dear Jormi, are going to help me find them.”
The serpent let out a low, amused hiss. “And what exactly will these items?”
Loki waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, you know, just things that’ll really mess with the other legends. Something like Thor’s favorite hammer polisher, Queen Nai’s collection of rare butterflies, or maybe even one of Koji’s perfectly balanced swords..”
Jörmungandr's eyes gleamed with a glint of mischief, similar to Loki. Despite his looming presence as a harbinger of Ragnarok, the idea of playing a little trick or two sounded... fun. Especially after they tricked and caused Loki to become imprisoned. Besides, it wasn’t every day that he got to spend time with his father in such a lighthearted way.
With a massive yet graceful movement, Jörmungandr lowered his head to Loki’s level. “Very well. Let the hunt begin.”
The duo’s first stop was Thor’s domain, a sprawling field filled with the sounds of thunder and the heavy clang of Mjolnir hitting targets.
"Haha! Take that" Thor, ever the proud warrior, was off to train, leaving his personal effects unguarded, at least for a moment.
Loki, with a mischievous glint in his eye, crept toward Thor’s tent, rummaging around until he found a peculiar looking object. A shiny bottle labeled "Mjolnir Polish – For That Thunderous Gleam."
“Oh, this is perfect,” Loki chuckled, holding it up triumphantly. Jörmungandr watched nearby, his large eyes narrowing in amusement.
“Thor will never let this go,” the serpent hissed in approval.
With their first item in hand, the two moved on, slithering their way through the realms, collecting more and more absurd objects from unsuspecting legends. They nabbed Munin scythe, stole Hugin's brass section and even managed to snatch Brynn’s prized axe.
"Hey Hugin, have you seen my schyce anywhere?" The raven asked, raising an eyebrow at her brother.
"No, I haven't seen it Munin.." They both looked equally confused, looking around and searching for their things within their room.
"Okay whats going on you two? Why are things just disappearing today!" Brynn shouts, kicking open their door, clearly having a bad hairday, desperately in need of her helmet. The two siblings jumped, taken by suprise at the Valkyrie's sudden entrance. "Why are you suspecting us?!"
As the sun began to set, Loki and Jörmungandr sat on a cliff overlooking Valhalla, grinning while they listened to the commotion. Jörmungandr, usually so stoic, was surprisingly at ease, enjoying the lightheartedness of their little adventure.
“This was fun,” Jörmungandr admitted, his voice softer than usual, though it still echoed like distant thunder.
Loki smiled, his expression uncharacteristically warm. “You know, Jormi, for a giant world-destroying serpent, you’re not so bad at this whole ‘causing mischief’ thing."
"You think so, father?"
"Yeah, maybe we should do this more often.”
Jörmungandr huffed, a puff of air escaping his nostrils that caused a few trees to sway. “Perhaps. But next time, we should take something more... interesting. Like Mjolnir itself.”
Loki’s eyes lit up with the possibility. “Now that... that would be a challenge!”
The two sat there in silence for a moment, watching as the stars began to twinkle above Valhalla. It was a beautiful sight, one they wished they could share with the rest of their family. They were somewhere out there..
“Well,” Loki finally said, standing up and brushing off his robes. “Shall we return these and see what kind of chaos we’ve stirred up?”
Jörmungandr chuckled, his massive body coiling slightly. “I don't know how smart that is but.. I would like to see it.”
And with that, the trickster god and the world serpent slithered back into the night, ready to witness the delightful confusion they had left behind in the wake of their mischief.