⚠️mom they're out of shirts at the mall⚠️

Once upon a time, a basket washed up on the shores of Asgärd. No one knew where it had come from, or why it was floating around in the ocean. Or why someone thought it would be a good idea to float a picnic basket.

The basket boat ran aground outside of the home of newlywed resident beachboy, Njord and his Jotun wife, Skädi. When they pulled the blanket out of the basket, the puppy inside started crying.
Or so they thought --

Obviously the shell collector and his mega waifu weren't going to abandon the strangely colored wolf cub so they brought him inside where he turned into an elfling. Their first kid already and they hadn't even been living together for a month. Instead of adopting a dog they adopted a child.
Nice.

They raised their son, and even after they separated he still moved from mountains to beach and back of his own free will. He took up a lot of hobbies familiar to other children in Asgärd, but eventually discovered a dark truth.
He was adopted.
The fact that he was a shifter Snow Elf while his mother was Jotun and his father was Atmoran made this really hard to figure out.

Surprisingly unfazed by these tumultuous revelations, at the ripe old age of a couple decades he decides to set sail to Tamriel, find his real parents and ask them why they thought floating him out over a monster infested ocean in a picnic basket was a good idea -- and maybe why he can turn into the Neoncore Michigan Dog Man at will.

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I couldn't think a dramatic way to write that origin story so I just shitposted my way through it. Thanks Max0r.

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The epic shonen manga protagonist

His final form