In the house, Tyr and Loki were working on the documents to sort out the list of tribes that had agreed to form the alliance. But they could just finish half of the letters before dark. Tyr had never thought that the warlike tribes would write in verbose and equivocal officialese.
Tyr: Loki, you can go home first.
Loki: Just let me finish this.
As Loki was so concentrated in reading the papers, Tyr did not say a word to disturb him again. He just took away the documents on Loki’s desk. When Loki finished marking a letter and stretched his hand to his side, he just reached an empty table. Tyr knew that Loki’s wife had been cursed by the Demons, so he said to Loki considerately,
Tyr: Loki, go home.
Tyr: Even though you can’t help her, you should still stay by her side.
Loki: I gave her some medicine.
Sitting on his chair, Loki said in a hushed voice. Tyr had never heard about a kind of medicine that could stop the curse. Loki added an explanation immediately,
Loki: It’s sleeping pills. Good for her and the baby.
Tyr threw the files back to Loki’s desk, and patted his shoulder.
Tyr: OK. Then let’s continue working.
Tyr: Dreams are fair to all.
Tyr and Loki worked overnight.
Please help them collect Light elements.
So they could have enough energy to handle the documents.
In the past, when Tyr was still a young magistrate.
He would sometimes need to punish the offenders himself.
‘It is stupidity, if the victim shows understanding for the malefactor; it is arrogance, if the malefactor asks the victim for understanding.’ Tyr carved the words on a stone, so as to show the law to everyone. ‘Weighing and judging, the magistrate uses punishment to establish the rules.’ He swept away the chippings, ready to carve another sentence. But then he noticed a little head peeking outside the door. He put down the tools and asked gently,
Tyr: What’s the matter, Hel?
The little girl walked into the room timidly, limping. Tyr held her up with his strong arms.
Tyr: What’s up? Did someone pick on you?
Little Girl: Put me down! I’ve grown up already!
Tyr smiled and put her on a chair, when Loki came to the door. Hel hid herself behind Tyr. Loki smiled to Tyr wryly, and said to Hel,
Loki: Be a good girl. Come back to Daddy.
Loki: Don’t disturb the magistrate while he is working.
Little Girl: Papa lies! He said I can keep Lily as a pet!
Loki: Goat, a baby goat.
Loki walked into the room.
Loki: I’ve just turned the goat in.
Loki: But Hel keeps complaining as she wants to get it back.
Tyr: Does it have to be that goat?
Tyr asked as he lowered his head. Hel nodded tearfully.
Tyr: OK. As the magistrate, I’ll write out a contract for you.
Tyr: To postpone your payment for half a year.
Tyr: Then you can hand over something else at that time.
Hel burst into a radiant smile. She hugged Tyr round his waist and then walked out of the house, limping.
Loki: Don’t walk too fast!
Loki shouted to the outside and walked towards Tyr.
Loki: The job’s done.
Tyr: How are they?
Loki: With the goat that you have given them,
Loki: even though they cannot work,
Loki: they should be able to survive for another six months.
Tyr: No, not me. It’s the goat that ‘you’ have given.
Tyr corrected Loki’s words. In that judgment, Tyr had no choice but to hurt the leg of the offender. As a magistrate, he could not show favoritism for anybody, so he could only offer them help secretly.
Tyr: Thank you.
Loki: You’ve returned the favor with the little goat.
Loki nodded and left. It was not until Tyr returned to his seat to work that he questioned why Loki, a clever man, would have handed over the goat his daughter had wanted so much. As someone who loves his daughter more than life itself, he would not have committed this mistake. Tyr shook his head and sighed, dear me... I owe him a favor again...
Demon soldiers immediately raided the retreating Gods’ encampment after the vanguard had departed. Just a few minutes earlier, Just a few minutes earlier, this vanguard unit, under the leadership of Loki, had rushed to notify the Gods of the Demon's moving direction on Odin's orders. Loki’s daughter, Hel, was too young to accompany the team. Therefore, Loki entrusted her to Odin and asked him to take good care of her.
When the Demons attacked, only the rear guard Tyr and the wounded soldiers were there to oppose them. As Tyr thought that Loki’s daughter might still have been with the army, he valiantly fought his way out; the target of his charge was the camp of Gods’ relatives.
Tyr: Has anyone seen Loki’s daughter?
Soldier A: Didn’t Odin bring her with him?
Soldier B: Odin just left alone. I didn’t see a girl with him.
Tyr: Why did nobody tell me this!
Clairaudient: Are you searching for the girl with long hair?
Tyr: You evil brute! Die!
Clairaudient: Haha, angry, huh? Beat me, then I’ll tell you where I put her body.
Although Tyr successfully repelled the Demons, Hel perished in the battle and Loki was corrupted by Dark elements. Later, Tyr became a formidable but cool magistrate that he never smiled to children anymore.