Page 64 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
“I’m not sure.” Jör shrugged before a beaming smile stretched across his face. “But it felt sogoodto be myself again.”
My heart sank. These men weren’t meant to bemen.Reclaiming their true forms—whether World Serpent, legendary wolf, or grumpy-ass fire giant—was the least of what they deserved. So while I still refused to be a world-ending accomplice, I could at least help them become fully restored to their former selves.
Which will officially end my Skarsgard stable adventures.
“Oh, I may have an idea what’s happening here…” Hazun smirked as his gaze shrewdly swept over me once again.
Don’t you fucking dare blow up my spot!
“Who the fuck is this?!”
I never thought I’d behappyto hear Surt’s judgy voice interrupting the conversation, but so many strange things had happened lately, I wasn’t even questioning my life anymore.
“An old friend, Sir!” Jör excitedly replied. “From before Ragnarok.”
“Is that so?” Surt narrowed his eyes at the newcomer. “And just how did you survive,old friend?”
Hazun looked about as concerned about Surt’s disapproval as I was, which immediately bumped him up a few thousand notches in my book.
“We all survived”—he shrugged, vaguely waving a hand at the surrounding water—“down in the deep.”
Whoisthis guy?
Surt was still eyeing him suspiciously when Hazun turned his attention back to me. “And Jör was just about to tell me howyouall survived and where you found yourselves such a pretty littleseer.”
Dude sure seems to know a lot about me…
The growl Surt released made me jump, but the real surprise came when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against him.
Have I entered some kind of alternate reality?
Besides what I’ve already been dealing with…
Hazun simply smiled, and I realized he was a powerful enough creature to remain unbothered by such a blatant show of aggression from the legendary fire giant.
“How fascinating that a son of Muspelheim also survived,” the mysterious sea creature mused. His eyes drifted upward—to the space directly above Surt’s head, where horns would be—as he added, “And a very important son at that…Surtr.”Again, his gaze locked on me, and a knowing smirk twitched to his lips.
You’d better keep those lips sealed, fish-face.
The boat slowed, and a moment later, Fen appeared on the deck to join Surt in glaring at Hazun. This only caused the not-merman’s smile to grow, no doubt putting the pieces together to identify the legendary wolf.
So what does his discovery mean for us?
Jör must have shared my concern as he cleared his throat. “We are not entirely sure how or why we survived, and would prefer not to involve the gods any more than we already have… At least, not yet…”
Hazun laughed, dispelling some of the tension. “Of course, of course.” He waved a hand dismissively again. “You know I don’t care foryourgods, but Iamfascinated by this turn of events. And because of the company the three of you are keeping, I can only assume you’re looking for the fastest route into Helheim.”
Fen scoffed. “We already know the fastest route,sea-talker,so you may stop gawking and go about your business—”
“Clearly, you don’t,fen-dweller,”Hazun retorted, in the weirdest clapback ever. “Because you’re headed the wrong way.”
Oh, here we go…
“What do you mean?” Surt muttered. “How else would we get to Helheim?”
It was Hazun’s turn to throw him a judgy look. “The only way there is.” Again, he gestured to the sea. “Straight down.”
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