Trampler

Loki, tree of deceits, whispered sly words into Trampler’s ear as he was brought before the pedestal of the Lightweaver’s Valhalla. “Is this really such an honor,” the god asked of the dragon. “You’re having doubts, I can tell. You were born of the gloom, you purple-gazed one, your nest was in shadows. You’re wondering now if the Lightweaver will cherish you as much as her children of gold eyes. Wouldn’t it make more sense for her Light dragons to be closest at her side, and the children of her natural opposite to be the lowest thralls, bringing the warriors their mead in the halls and cleaning up after their tournaments?”

So Trampler hesitated, and curled himself into knots of indecision, and then cracked like a whip and dashed away, spurning the light of exaltation. “Tell me more, my unquiet thoughts,” he pleaded. “You are the only thing I can trust.”

Loki gleefully followed in the form of a horsefly and began to describe the details of an oath the dragon could swear to him, that would trap him in eternal service.

But flying after Trampler tired out his little fly wings, so as soon as he could Loki alighted on the dragon’s ear and bit him. Taking that blood would seal the pact they’d made. Caught by surprise, Trampler furiously scratched his head with a back claw and knocked the god off. This forced the god to reveal his true form and make a fairer deal, because he’d been beaten in combat.

(Lore by Trioperator)