Týr's Lie

What caused me to doubt him, on that day when I saw the chains? Of all the shining Æsir, only he had ever dared to stroke my black fur, offer morsels of meat, horse-play together in the grass.

Lay your hand in my mouth, then, if these fetters are so temporary, I told him. Do it. I dare you.

One day, the eternal chains will snap and the black wolf will devour all Æsir. Even I have heard the prophecies. I always imagine I will recognize him there, on that end-of-days battlefield, by the telltale stump of his right hand.