Page 81 of Vicar
Chapter Thirty-One
TRINITY HAD NEVER feltas eager to battle as she did when she embraced her Múspellsheimr side, shifted, and launched into the air. She had been eager to have revenge against Violence for as long as she could remember. Wanted to make him pay for trying to lure her into the darkness from the get-go then trying to worm his way into her life ever since. To turn her to his side against her will.
Nobody did that. Period.
While she remained wary of the Forge and all it implied, she was more furious at Violence for trying to disrupt anything that might keep Múspellsheimr dragons safe here on Earth. And, she supposed, anything that might threaten humanity.
Then there was Vicar.
As she climbed and climbed, fighting the turbulence of their Múspellsheimr storm spiked with Violence’s angry godliness, she was aware of Vicar falling in beside her. She still wasn’t sure what to make of their other halves becoming mates. Did it appeal? Yes. More than she would have thought. But what of their pact? Would he accept being both her mate and one rung lower than her? Because it would have to go that way.
“Or,”he countered, following her thoughts easily enough,“you agree to be one rung lower than me.”
She snorted.“That’s a lot to hope for.”
“Yet my only offer.”There was no missing the amusement in his voice.“And here I thought you were bowing down when you handed over Loki’s Dagger.”
A dagger that her inner Alfheim of all things had ensured she held onto until Vicar was ready for it. Bold move considering her inner Múspellsheimr was destined to surface as well. A side that could have very well handed it over to Violence before they got this far.
“A foolish presumption to think I would bow down to anyone,”she replied.“My other half gave you the dagger because she believes you’re ready for it. I’m undecided.”
He was about to reply when the godly storm exploded, and things got interesting. Icy air slammed into fiery hot cloudbanks, and Violence was suddenly all around them.
So were many more moments later.
Not only had Thor and Loki arrived, as seen in the raging thunder and black lightning bolts, but their kin and fellow Múspellsheimr dragons. The only issue? No one had a clear sense of what direction to go. Who to fight. Where their opponent was. Sometimes they caught a glimpse of something here and there, but mostly they just fought a maelstrom of violent energy.
“Thorulf and I can’t maintain here long, Trinity,”Jade cursed, struggling against the onslaught of Múspellsheimr churned up by Violence.“Whether it’s controlled by you or not, Múspellsheimr’s influence is too strong. Makes me wonder how a Celtic god can withstand it no matter his disposition.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”Trinity replied, wondering about that.
Though they roared and fought something unseen the best they could, they still struggled. There was no gratifying sense of revenge. No great dragon glory.
“What are you thinking?”Vicar asked her, sticking closer than she expected. More protective than she would have anticipated.“You think there’s a reason Violence can withstand our Múspellsheimr influence over this storm, don’t you?”
“I do.”Getting a better feel for the Múspellsheimr weather around her, the magic they had created, Trinity thought about it. More to the point, she allowed her Múspellsheimr powers to feel out Violence. To understand his ever-shifting positions.“I can feel him...kinda like he’s a spider caught in our web.”
