Page 60 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
And be praised as a hero for it.
I felt shadowy hands bind my legs with Gleipnir while the magical rope was attached to Gjöll at the other end. As before, I tried to break free, to no avail, and upon realizing my predicament, bit off Tyr’s hand and swallowed it whole. The godly mirage instantly disappeared, but my torture continued. Gnashing my teeth, I howled to the moon above—my despair morphing into agony as a sword was driven through my jaw, successfully gagging me from continuing to voice my rage. From my saliva, a river formed, and it was given a name meaningexpectation.Hope.
To me, it was only known as pain.
As before, I was still lucid enough to wonder what I had done to deserve such treatment from the very gods who’d raised and fed me. Eons ago, no one answered. This time, the wind wrapped itself around me like a caress—carrying a vaguely familiar floral aroma while whispering in my ear.
Your crime was being born.
From that point on, I lost track of time—my consciousness no longer able to decipher between reality or fantasy, past or present. My experience was an endless loop, foretold long before the gods discovered my existence until the day I ended theirs.
An early memory of Jörmungandr surfaced from before he was torn from our mother and tossed into the sea. This was followed by a vision of Surtr, aglow with vengeance as he led his army of fire giants to victory against the Asgardians. The sword piercing my jaw became Laevateinn, and the hand I swallowed my own, and through it all that sticky sweet scent of twinflowers was the only thing keeping me from passing on from this realm to the next.
“Hey… Scholarly Sven…”
Who would call me that?
“C’mon, Fen. You are way too hot to die on me.”
I know that voice…
Cracking open an eyelid, I beheldIola,lit from behind by the rising sun—like a Valkyrie sent by Odin to choose me for Valhalla.
No.
Not a Valkyrie.
Something else…
“Stand back, seer. I don’t want you anywhere near his teeth when I do this…”
Before I could register what was happening, a searing pain radiated through my jaw, causing me to thrash wildly and snap at the air to ward off my attacker. A scream echoed off the surrounding trees, and I froze, my panicked vision clearing as I realizedmy matewas in trouble.
My mate…
I found Iola kneeling on the ground, clutching her elbow, and my eyes narrowed on the blood dripping from between her fingers.
Someone hurt my mate.
My growl echoed off the sky itself as my deadly focus took in two rival males moving in on what belonged tome.
“Mine,” I snarled, straining against the enchanted rope binding me. “Step away from my mate before I swallow you whole.”
The smaller of the two eyed me warily. “Why is he saying that? Doesn’t he know us?”
I know you’re a dead man if you touch her.
The other one—a giant of a man—held up his hand to silence the first. “Not right now, he doesn’t. But I wonder if Gleipnir can hold a wolf whosemateis in trouble…” With that, he grabbed Iola, roughly yanking her to her feet and wrapping one enormous hand around her throat.
HOW DARE YOU!
“Jesus, what’s your fucking problem?” Iola cursed, attempting to wiggle free. “All I did was scratch my elbow when I tripped over my own two feet—”
Her words cut off with a strangled sound as the man squeezed her throat. When I growled and thrashed, he began sliding his other hand down her body, toward where onlyIwas allowed to touch her.
“What’s the matter, Fen?” he taunted, licking a path up her neck as his hand found its target on her cunt—causing Iola’s eyes to roll back in her head. “You suddenly don’t want to share?”
MINE, MINE, MINE!!!
