Page 56 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Flipping the blankets off me, I jumped out of bed and raced for the window—wrestling open the honeycomb shades to check out our surroundings.
“Could you at least put on a robe?” Surt grumbled. “It’s distracting.”
I glanced at him over myvery nakedshoulder, so he couldseeme roll my eyes. “You could just not look, you know.”
“Not when you’re standing right in front of me,” he growled, as if he couldn’t just leave the room and take his pervy attitude with him.
Well then, enjoy the view!
I faced the window again and snagged a nearby pair of binoculars for a closer look at the island I spotted just beyond the stern. And yeah, maybe I wiggled my bare ass in Surt’s direction just a smidge while I did it.
Brat Mode Activated.
He hissed in a breath before clearing his throat. “Fen would have no reason to leave the ship and go ashore on an island in the middle of—”
“Why not?” I interrupted, annoyed at howobviousit was that the island was where Fen had gone. “It looks nice out there. It’s almost completely covered with pretty purple heather—”
“FUCK!”Surt shouted so abruptly, I dropped the binoculars on the floor with a loud clatter.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of the storage room cot…
I spun around to give the manic man a piece of my mind—scandalous nudity be damned—but the giant had already raced from the room.
Not wanting to miss the action, or my chance to join the search party, I quickly dressed in workout clothes and sneakers before heading for the deck. When I got there, I found Surt alreadylowering the dinghy and Jör in the water, halfway to shore.
“Wait for me, Captain Jack-off!” I hollered, awkwardly shimmying down the rope to join him before I was forced to jump into the drink along with the snake.
“What did you call me?” Surt’s eyes flashed with flame, which was a neat party trick I hadn’t noticed before.
No handlebar horns to be seen, though.
Rude.
“Jack. Off.” I enunciated each syllable as I used an oar to push off from the yacht. “You know… the thing you did in your lonely little cot last night while listening to Fen lick his way into Valhalla.”
To my surprise, instead of firing back—or lighting up my libido with a sexy glare—Surtblushedand hurriedly turned to give the outboard motor his full attention.
That hit a little too close to home, hmm?
Unfortunately, the idea of Surt’s enormous hand wrapped around his no doubt gigantic dick was distractingme,so I forced myself to refocus. “So, what changed your mind about Fen taking a day trip to this random island?”
“It’s not random,” Surt curtly replied. “It’s Lyngvi.”
Well, that… tells me absolutely nothing.
I sighed. “Okay, let’s pretend I didn’t grow up with Norse mythology—that I know nothing besides Fenrir being a big-ass wolf and Jörmun… being an even bigger snake who was thrown into the sea. And that you’re a grouchy horned dude from the realm of Muspelheim, who guarded the realm before leading your fellow fire giants into battle on Ragnarok.”
Surt squinted accusingly in my direction. “That is quite a bit more than the average mortal knows about me. How didyouacquire such knowledge?”
I sighed again. Louder and heavier. “Your ex-fling, Sinmara, told me. She also said you were a closed book, so don’t worry. The rest of your thrilling secrets are safe.”
He snorted, seeming appeased. “That you speak to me in such a way only proves you have no idea who I am. And that you believe spreading your legs for the great Fenrir and Jörmungandr will change our destiny confirms you know nothing at all.”
Tell me how you really feel.
“Yeah, yeah… I get it,” I grumbled, flopping onto a bench as he fired up the motor and got us moving toward a thin strip of sandy beach straight ahead. “I knowI’mthe soon-to-be ex-fling, and that this little three-way death pact of yours is still the endgame. At least…” I smirked to myself, deciding to be petty. “Fortwoof you, it is.”
Nothing like pointing out the existing dissension in the ranks.
