#another idea that needed at least a moodboard and a lil overview

[nothingtolosebutweight]

A cry echoed through the dark forest, loud and full of despair. The little boy, whom his father had laid on the icy ground only a few minutes before, was afraid. He longed for his mother, the source of his warmth and safety. But she didn't come to hug him close to her chest and soothe him in a gentle voice, and so he continued to scream as loud as his fragile lungs allowed him to.

His voice, filled with pain and anguish, reached neither his beloved mother nor his remorse-stricken father, but Odin could not ignore the wailing cries. He knew that this little boy was special, carrying a major duty imposed by fate, and that he had to be protected.

Odin orders Fenrir, as a kind of punishment, to take care of the weak human child, and so the mighty wolf goes off with his pack to take care of him.

Ivar, as his mother was still able to name him, grows up in the pack, along with other mystical and godlike figures who all take care that he lacks nothing despite his handicap and grows up to be a reasonably strong teenager.

In the meantime, the Christian plague continues to move across the country, spreading and infecting even Ragnar, who has become king in the meantime. The gods are furious, fearing their downfall, and so one day a war breaks out.

A war between gods and mankind.

A war in which Ivar first encounters his own kind, whom he loves to slaughter, driven by the gods' upbringing and indoctrination, until one day he learns the truth about his parents and he faces his brothers on the battlefield.