Page 44 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
In a way.
Fen smiled grimly. “Yes. Helheim is not a place the living can physically enter without assistance, but what we need can be found on the gates, anyway. The challenge will be accomplishing our mission without alerting Hel to our presence.”
Iola nodded, as if she were following what he was saying—which I found suspicious. “Okay, let’s do this. Let’s make you a new damage twig, Loki-style. But first, you need to fill me up.”
We all froze, and I didnotappreciate how my body reacted to that idea.
The infuriating girl laughed at the tension-filled silence. “Minds out of the gutter, boys! I meant you need tofeed me dinnerfirst.”
I think I will kill her, after all.
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IOLA
The group dynamic had shifted once again, and not only because of Jör’s monster-version of a marriage proposal.
If it includes unlimited access to that dick, I’ll consider it.
Maybe I felt like there was no longer a power imbalance, since my status as an all-seeingVölvamade me valuable. But Jör’s insta-love and the care Fen showed me—while pretending not to—also didn’t go unnoticed.
Unsurprisingly, being told I could go only made me want tostay,but that was mostly because I was a nosey bish. I hoped that if I hung around long enough, these secretive monsters might share more about their plan.
In case I need to stop it.
Luckily, the guys had been so focused on Laevateinn missing that they hadn’t asked for more details about my visit with Sinmara. I didn't have to gloss over how concerned she’d been with their continued existence, or that I was now watching their fine asses like a hawk.
Something wasn’t sitting right with me about the entire situation, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I probably could have convinced Jör to tell me everything, but he wasn’t exactly subtle. If the others found out I was snooping, they’d kick me off the island, and I’d lose my only chance.
At informationandmonster peen.
My loose plan was to soak up as much offhand intel as I could before putting the pieces together on my own. Then I could decide exactly how threatening these legendary monsters were to the general population.
As opposed to just my panties.
Sure, I felt a teensy bit guilty about spying—especially now that some of us had enjoyed some spicy extracurricular activities together—but they hadn’t exactly been upfront with me, either.
All’s fair in not-love and hopefully not-war.
My resolve to remain emotionally detached faltered after a delicious meal of a split pea soup, calledÄrtsoppa,followed by crepes with strawberry jam. And all my covert plans flew right out the window whenbothJör and Fen insisted on sleeping in my bed.
With Jör in the middle, of course.
Our needy little sea serpent had passed out with his face buried in my neck, as Fen spooned him from behind, and my cold, black heart could barely stand it.
Maybe it was the excitement of our journey to Hel tomorrow, or my proximity to double the hotness with a side of looming emotional ruin, but I couldn’t sleep.
It didn’t help that the light of the full moon was illuminating the near perfection of Fen’s face only inches away from mine. His blue eyes were closed, but I could still admire the strong line of his jaw and the plushness of his full lips—parted just enough to allow a single fang to poke out.
Left alone with my thoughts—and with nothing else to do but creepily stare—I vaguely wondered how he’d hidden this fun feature when we first met. Unfortunately, that question only reawakened my earlier suspicion thatIwas allowing them to access their true forms more easily, like Leia had done for her men. This then had me replaying Jör’s bold declaration that I was hismate,and soon enough, I was spiraling.
It turned out, while theideaof having my own stable of monstrous Skarsgards sounded like a dream, in reality, I was still a commitment phobic ho with trust issues. I’d wanted adventure—and dick—on my two-week vacation, but now that I had both, I was weirdly wishing I’d stayed home to Netflix and chill with my box of toys.
Good vibes only.
“What’s troubling you,sötnos?”Fen’s smooth voice startled me from my anxious thoughts.
“Just… things,” I stuttered, further freaked out by how he knew I was freaking out.
