Fenrik and the Dragon

Back when the world was young and full of chaos and monsters, a Grey Wolf named Fenrik sought to slay a dragon that had burned his village and killed his entire family. On his way to fight the beast he met Svargarm on the path and knew the battle with the dragon would kill him. Rather than run or beg the Black Wolf to spare him, he asked only that he be given the strength to drag the monster to Hel before he fell. Svargarm, admiring the bravery of the wolf, granted him a boon: a drop of his own blood to coat his sword to deliver death to the dragon.

When Fenrik and the Dragon finally clashed, the battle raged for a day and a night. Where Fenrik's sword touched scales they shriveled and fell away. But the claws and fire of the great beast were deadly strong and Fenrik suffered many grievous wounds. Only by virtue of his sheer rage and the promise that Svargarm's blood could kill the dragon did he fight on.

Eventually Fenrik struck a near-killing blow on the dragon, almost cleaving its head from its neck. Feeling fear for the first time in its life the monster began to try to fly away from Fenrik but Svargarm was waiting for it and caught it in his jaws, carrying it away to Hel. As Fenrik smiled in victory he fell to his knees as his strength waned. Covered completely in his own blood he waited for Svargarm to return for him. As he lay his blood mixed with Svargarm's blood on the sword and some of the god's vitality seeped back into Fenrik, healing him of his wounds and staining his fur permanently red. Svargarm never returned and Fenrik lived many years yet, slaying many more monsters with his blessed greatsword which he named Svartblod in honor of the boon of Svargarm's blood.