Page 75 of Vicar
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“I’LL NEED YOUR help, Loki.” Though Trinity sensed Revna was tempted, she didn’t glance Tor’s way but sauntered to the god. Sauntered to him in a way that made it clear she wasn’t all Tor’s. “Between your particular brand of godliness and my powers, we should be able to help Thorulf and Jade get Vicar and Trinity to my mountain.”
The corner of Loki’s mouth shot up. Fire flared in his eyes. “You mean my mountain.”
“I said what I meant.” Fire flared in her eyes as well. “I always do.”
“Do you?” His lustful gaze roamed over her body so slowly, Tor growled in warning. “Because I don’t think you do.” He didn’t bother glancing Tor’s way but flicked his tongue only for fire to trail up her neck. “Otherwise, you would tell the dragon that you prefer the god rather than play these games.”
“You mean tell the god she prefers—” Tor cut back, but Trinity shook her head sharply and interrupted him.
“We don’t have time for this.” Trinity glanced up at the shimmering Alfheim cave ceiling, reminding them that Violence frothed and fumed in a godly storm above. “Vicar and I need to get to Mt. Galdhøpiggen’s underbelly. We need to figure out the rest of our truth.”
“Trinity’s right.” Vicar slipped his hand into hers and kept her close. “We have no time to waste.” He looked Tor’s way. “And I want both my brothers with me.” He shook his head and made things clear to Revna above all. “Tor’s not to be left behind.”
Though Tor gave no response, Trinity sensed he was grateful. Not only because he wanted to remain by Revna’s side but because he was so close with Vicar. The idea that he might not be able to help his kin didn’t sit well.
“Then we all go,” Loki said easily enough, clearly confident Tor was no threat when it came to Revna.
He might have been absent when Trinity mentioned it, but their plans were aligned based on what Loki said next. “Go and see if we can lure Violence into a cage alongside his brother.”
Before anyone could say another word, fiery black and Celtic green magic whipped around them. The air thinned dangerously. Black lightning sizzled everywhere. The ground heaved then it felt like they whipped forward. Though the transition was hellishly choppy and unstable due to Violence battering at their magic, soon enough, shimmering Alfheim rock was replaced with the cool darkness of Mt. Galdhøpiggen.
Everyone had arrived safely.
“We’re near the entrance,” Trinity murmured, certain of it. “But we need to be deeper.”
“Ja,”Vicar agreed. She sensed he saw and felt this area in a way he never had before. “Not that much deeper, though.”
“No.” Seeing everything clearly with her dragon sight, Trinity looked around. “Do you remember, Vicar? Do you recall coming here as we got older?”
“I do. Several times over the years.” He looked at Revna. “Surely you remember us like you recalled Jade traveling back in time?”
“I have no such recollection.” Revna shook her head slowly and narrowed her eyes. “And I should remember you stepping foot in my mountain more than the few times I knew you were here, Vicar.”
“Unless they harnessed a magic strong enough to make you forget too.” Tor shrugged a little when she shot him a figure-the-odds look. “Such happened with Jade’s Celtic magic and Thor’s influence before, did it not?”
