Fallen Máni: Need

As soon as Hati erupted into Fensalir his jaws opened, aiming desperately to devour the moon and seal his fate.

No sooner he entered that Mjölnir cracked his lower jaw, severing it from the skull.

"No jötunn is welcome" said Thor, "Least of all an enemy of the moon."

But Hati steeled through the pain, and hinged his jaw back on sheer will. On sheer hate.

"You will not deny me my destiny!" he growled, less a growl and more a demand etched violently into existence.

Such a demmand must thus be met.

"Alright, then" Manuel said, rising into the air, "I won't run from you. Not anymore."

Hati laughed, both in mockery and in appreciating that his prey would at last be done for.

"Are you sure about this?" Jonathan asked, still on the raft.

"Keep an eye out for the other wolf" Manuel said, barely paying attention.

Hati jumped, galloping across the muddy waters, partying them and exposing the muddy bottom. But Manuel stood still. Only when the gallop took flight and the jaws opened did he punch forward, and a blizzard knocked the wolf away.

Before Hati could rise again, the waters and shadows around him bound him to the mud, sinking him. 

But he would not relent.

It was thus a battle of wills, the need to survive pitied against the need to fulfill cosmic responsibilities. 

Certainty versus unadulterated hatred.

Even with Hel's gift, sinking Hati was a struggle. Part of Manuel didn't want to; perhaps that was the lynchpin for the battle being equal rather than a succint death. He pitied the wolf, so desperate in his attempts to achieve his goal. One could not help but relate to the pathetic creature.

So, inspired as always, the god of the moon came with an ingenious solution.

"S-top!" he said, his grip on Hati fading.

The wolf was quick to jump out of the water.

"And LISTEN!" Manuel shouted.

The air itself froze, and Hati was trapped once again. This time, a floating stillness in the air. But the most terrifying thing for the wolf was a curiosity nagging into his mind. Cooled off his hatred, that wonderment grew. Why was he stopped when he was already trapped? What did Máni have in mind?

"Whelp, seems like I have to help you again-" Sköll said, but Sif's hair ensnared him, preventing him from assisting his brother.

"Kinky."