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But it was too late.
While most would think Múspellsheimr and Alfheim magic were entirely at work, Vicar knew better. His dragon played a big part too. It wouldn’t see her suffer beneath a personality she couldn’t control anymore. Would not see Trinity’s dragon become less and less herself as more time went by.
So he, in all his personalities and forms, would see her put first. Kept safe.
“Go home, Trinity,” he said softly before he sucked up every last bit of her Múspellsheimr powers and roared it at the heavens. Roared it like he had roared fire that got through to her in Múspellsheimr before she was ever born. “Go home and take care of your sisters.” Following the Múspellsheimr instincts filling him, he slammed a mental door shut. “You are not welcome here anymore.”
Knowing bone-deep that it would work, he called on Alfheim to keep her safe. To keep her free of Múspellsheimr so that she could live a normal life. To wipe away all memory of him and this place. To wipe it from everyone’s memory, even her sisters. Her aunt. Above all, though, the gods, both Norse and Celtic alike. Meanwhile, Thor would be compelled to keep the mysterious little stone in his possession for safekeeping until the time was right.
If it was ever right.
Either way, if there ever came a time things could be corrected, she would start to remember again. They all would. When that happened, her Múspellsheimr personality would start regenerating and surfacing, but by that point, he had faith they would have found a way to be together without her inner Múspellsheimr changing her entirely.
Without it being an endless draw for Violence.
Until then, he didn’t want anyone to remember how unbalanced Trinity had actually become. The dark path she had been going down. She deserved better than that. More than that. And he would see her have it.
Better put, her inner Alfheim, the magic of her true homeland, would see her have it.
And it did.
In a flash of blinding white light, Alfheim did what it had always done and protected her. Took her to a better place.
“It did,” Trinity whispered, her eyes so full of love when she looked at him, it was humbling. “It took me right back to you. To us.” She glanced at the sky when it groaned with the sheer violence of clouds crashing together. “All of us.”
Her gaze returned to him, a little different this time. Less emotional and more determined.
So determined that her normal half didn’t stand a chance when her Múspellsheimr side surfaced.
Furious at what had happened to them, she cocked a brow. “So what do you think, Vicar?”
Right there with her, his inner Múspellsheimr surpassed his Sigdir, and he shot her a crooked grin. “I think it’s time we have our revenge, mate.”
