Jörmungandr

One

I am weak now, shaking with poison. Everything is poisoned. The serpent bites deeply.

Two. Three.

The sky is on fire, raining, melting. Defender of Midgard. Ha! What is the use, when all is drowned in blood and venom and fire?

Four.

I lifted it once, when Loki disguised it as a cat. Caught it in the ocean, later, but it sank beneath the waves before I could kill it with my hammer.

Five. Six.

I think I knew this day would come. The battle. The serpent.

Seven.

Did it know, too?

Eight.

It hurts. Oh, Father, it hurts...