A little background for this one. A Hamingja is a female guardian spirit. They were believed to accompany a person and decided their luck and happiness. When a person died, their Hamingja passed to a beloved family member and thus accompanied a family for several generations, continuing to influence their fortunes. It was also believed that it was even possible to lend one's own Hamingja to a friend. They usually appear during sleep and as animals. I will be adapting this myth for this story. I hope you enjoy.

"Come back...........please come back..............!"

Floki woke with a start. Once again it had been there in his dreams, a great white wolf stood atop the boulder that he recognised from the woods. As it always was, he had been there with the creature, dressed in nothing more than his pants, as the snow fell around him and the beautiful beast. Its eyes looking deep into his for a moment, before it turned and disappeared into the surrounding flurry of falling flakes.

Just as he would in every dream, he had tried to follow the animal; he had called out, wanting to try and speak to it. But as always, he would never be able to find her. Never able to get close to his Hamingja.

He called her, his; but in truth, she had also been his fathers, and his father's fathers. The Hamingja passing from father to son, to son, as generations went to join the gods. Floki could remember the stories that he had been told about her in his youth. The beautiful wolf that brough with her luck and happiness to the person that she accompanied. Tales that the older men too, would have dreams of her. His grandfather even claiming that he had the ability to call upon her when he was not sleeping; that he had even once seen her in human form. Once had the chance to speak with her; the exquisite, and elegant, white haired woman having taken a seat next to him on an old wooden bench, the two talking as they had looked out over the water.

Slowly, he threw back the furs and climbed out of his bed. Outside, the symbol of the god, Máni, was high in the sky. Its rays illuminating the snow that lay thick on the ground around his cabin. The drifts sparkling like the stars that were formed from the sparks from Muspellheim, as the four dwarves held in place the skull of the giant Ymer. It appearing to the boatbuilder to be greater than any kind of treasure that he had ever seen.

He had been having the dream of the Hamingja more often, recently. In fact, it had got to a point that the white wolf was now coming to him every night. Not that Floki could understand why, though he wasn't really complaining either. It was more that it was frustrating him. Floki laughing at himself, as he suddenly realised that he wouldn't know what to say to his Hamingja if he did find her in his dream. What he would do, if the great white wolf were to stop when he called on her.

With a few quick strides, Floki made his way to the door, throwing it open. The cold air hitting his bare flesh. Just as with his dreams, he was dressed in nothing but his pants, though he didn't care; the crunch of the snow under his feet was making him smile. The freezing temperature clearing his mind. Floki hoping that a few moments out in the beauty of winter, would allow him to sleep again. This time though, without his Hamingja.

Suddenly he heard something. A movement that had nothing to do with him. A soft series of crunches that suggested that something was coming towards him. Floki slowly turning, as that the noise stopped. His heart jumping into his throat, as he saw it; a great white wolf stood not far from him. The creature just looking at him. The boatbuilder not sure what to do; not sure whether this was his Hamingja in the flesh, or whether in fact he was actually still dreaming.

Then he remembered something. When he was a child and his grandfather had spoken of the guardian spirit, he had mentioned several things about her. That she was sent in the form of a wolf thanks to the god, Loki, from whom Floki and his family claimed they were descended. That thanks to the God of Mischief stealing magic from Odin, their Hamingja was better than any other at seiðr, the form of magic which was related to both the telling and the shaping of the future. That, and the old man had also mentioned a name; a name that he had completely forgotten about until this moment.

"(Y/n).............is that you..................?" Floki asked cheerily, as he looked at the wolf. A broad smile spreading across his cheeks, as the wolf took a few more steps forward.

A part of him wanted to rush to her; wanted to sink his hands into her fur to make sure that she was real, to make sure that he hadn't lost his mind completely, well...........not just yet, anyway; despite what all others might believe. But another part stopped him, told him not to move; that if he were to touch her, he might never dream about her again.

"My grandfather once told me that he had seen you as a woman. That you had sat and talked to him. He is the one that told me your name, that you were a wolf because of Loki.............." Floki added. Hoping that the wolf would suddenly talk back. That she would become the beautiful woman that his grandfather had described; that she would tell him why he had been dreaming of her so often. But instead, she gave him one more look and then turned, making her way back into the snow.

"(Y/n).........please wait." The boatbuilder called out, as he rushed forward. Floki this time deciding to not let her get away. Deciding to follow her until he could follow no more. Forgetting that he wore nothing but his pants, as he made his way into the snow that had once again begun to fall from the sky.