Next up, the world is at the mercy of another two extremely ill-behaved mythical animals. Once this winter begins, the wolf Fenrir and the great sea serpent Jörmungandr are about to do to the entire world what two french bulldogs with indigestion could do to their owner’s ill-advised pure white sofa. Jörmungandr wakes up and starts thrashing about in the sea, which is a big problem because he is a really, really, REALLY big snake. You see, jörmungandr means “earth necklace” in Old Norse, and it’s his name because he was supposed to be big enough to wrap himself around the entire earth like a giant deadly dookie chain. Celebrity jewelers take note, because I’d love to see Gucci Mane rocking a jormungandr chain sooner than later. Back in the environment of this apocalypse, though, this massive serpent’s rub-a-dub tub time has now flooded the entire earth, except for a ship named Naflgar, captained by his father, Loki. Kind of like a Noah’s ark deal, if instead of animals, it was filled with dead men and giants, and if it was made out of corpses’ fingernails.
If you got confused in the last paragraph by the fact that the serpent is apparently Loki’s kid, it’s not going to get any clearer. The wolf Fenrir is ALSO Loki’s child. The guy has an absolute nightmare of a Punnett square going on where his loins do nothing but spit out massive monsters that will be directly responsible for the apocalypse. Fenrir, bound with a magical, extra-strength ribbon for ages, will break free from his imprisonment and immediately do a great job showing why the gods tied him up, by devouring everything between ground and sky and eventually swallowing the head honcho himself, Odin.
