Thread: [D]emigod in the [D]warfworks [DarkRiffs & Confrazzled]

Dagfinnr sighed as he received the message from a rather impatient looking Heimdall.Go to those damn dwarves and check the progress of my gauntlet!.How an I supposed to guard the bridge if I cant properly hold my blade!.The young man blinked a few times before beaming up at the god.Yes sir! he said before he began to race off like the wind.Indeed he was as swift and fast as the wind, nearly as fast as Odin's steed, which was the gift the gods had given him.Dagfinnr's story began when he had been just an infant child, in the arms of his mother as she made her way through the forest, on her way back home to their cabin when the event had occured.The unwitting woman had accidently tracked in upon the god of thunder himself, at battle with a cackling Loki.The god of deceit had played a particularly nasty prank that time.He had stolen the god of thunders belt of strength, leaving him barely able to wield Mjolnir. The enraged Thor had blindly swung the hammer, and had lost grip.His mother's reaction had been to toss the babe into the air, just before the thundergod's hammer had struck her down, slaying her instantly.Loki had immediately given the god his belt back and dissapeared, leaking an awe-struck Thor to deal with the situation.Thor of course wanted not to be stuck to the child, mortals were such pests, so Instead he thought of someone else.The thundergod took the young babe back to asgard, handing him off to Frejya, the goddess of love, to whom he promised a favour should she instead raise the boy. He had grown up not knowing of the reason for being among the gods, and had always wondered as a child why he had no powers, no immense strength or no wondrous praise.It had been a strange life growing up amongst the gods, specifically as a friend of Thor's own bloodson Magni, whom indeed was stronger than Thor.Being raised by Frejya, the goddess made sure the lad knew she wasn't his actual mother, but that she loved him as such regardless.It was his eighteenth birthday the young lad had been given the ring forged in the fires of the dwarven mountain.While he had been raised a warrior proud, he was still no match for the men in asgard, for they were all spirits of the dead...he was still living flesh and blood.As such he had been given an advantage to level the playing field, godly speed. Finally, a task outside of fetching mead! he said eagerly as he raced along.The ring instilled in him an amazing sense of navigation, both in the air, on the ground and under the sea.Elation ran rampant in his body as he skidded to a halt outside the gates.Long brown hair whipped in the wind as green eyes gazed proudly outward from behind a face as pale as snow.I, Dagfinner, messenger of the gods, come on behalf of Heimdall the guardian to inquire about the progress of his articles!.He was just so giddy, rarely did he get to leave the land atop the world tree. Jaw wide open he strode along behind the guards, gazing about the amazing forges and furnaces that dotted the place.The novelty had worn off by the time he had been escorted to the dwarfess at the forge.You've got a visitor the dwarven guard spoke to her.Some kid here on behalf of heimdall or other.