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Loki:Short is your victory: for fenris, my son,
will rip your jaws and rule a new world.
Come, let us end it! Ages we've waited,
we who were old when the worlds were still young."
My child hela,shall lead an army of the dead against thee
 to which all the einherjar shall die or flee
And freyr to fall by fiery Surtr’s hand
Done in by own sword
Summers blade, 
which shall make my son's freedom reality.
My children the aesir have wronged most of all
My daughter hela queen of the despairing dead 
Banished to the forgotten realm with an accursed title
Ere the prophecy comes to fruition
That she would lead an army against the mighty aesir 
And quite justfully so.
And my son fenrir whom you imprisoned for childish games
And little destructions of a child
You odin destroyed him made him what he is
That is why he is your doom
And why my dragon son jorgamundr
Will kill your son in turn thor 
Though my sons death will occur
You odin in your hubris made this to be
You claim to see the fates of men and god
Yet it is by your actions you brought this to be
Ragnarøkkr that great Twilight of the Gods.
Odin:
Well i know my fate and I have accepted it.
But have you accepted your death Child of Laufey?
And the death of your loves and kin.
What of sigyn and Angrboda
Will you let them suffer your curse as well
The sorrows that have sprung up because of this curse 
Are great and multiple.

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