Page 77 of Vicar
“You might be onto something,” Loki mused, appreciating the vicious Múspellsheimr storm as much as Torc and Liv. “Perhaps the fight is in accepting that which has held them back.”
“You’re right,” Trinity murmured, understanding what they implied. Feeling it deep down. She looked at Vicar again. “There’s only one way to do this. To have any chance of defeating Violence.”
“Are you ready, though?” Not just his Sigdir side wanted her to be sure but miraculously enough considering his intentions at the beginning, his Múspellsheimr side.
“I am.” She held out Loki’s Dagger to him hilt first. He had come far, so the blade should be in his possession now. His to find his Forge. “Both my sides are.”
Clearly no longer feeling the need to use it for nefarious purposes, he nodded once and wrapped his hand over hers on the hilt. While there were no big explosions of power, therewasa telling recollection.
A memory that unfolded for all to see.
One that explained so very much.
