Page 94 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Daddy Wolf with the assist!
Surt glanced down at the man by his side, and I saw him soften the tiniest bit. All at once, I realized he didn’t necessarilywantto call the shots—it was just his way of feeling like he had one iota of control in an existence that felt completely off the rails.
It’s like looking in a mirror…
“Please, Surt,” I begged, letting himseethe desperate love on my face. “I need you, too. From one stubborn ass to the other, please, just…lookat what’s already in front of you. Not the halls of Valhalla, butus.Your mates.Please…”
Please chooseus.
The fire giant stared at me for a long moment while I sweated bullets. I knew it was a big ask to expect this Norse warrior to simply give up his dreams of eternal glory. But I was hoping—praying, even—that he would finally see his destinywasn’tset in stone. That he could choose a different path.
Please choose to behappy.
“I… don’t know if I can,” he finally rumbled—and again, I understood how incredibly frightening the unknown was to someone like him.
Because I’m the same way.
“Can you try?” I dared to ask. “With me?”
We can do this.
Together.
I almost collapsed in relief when he joined Fen at a more manageable, but still massive, size. He stiffly nodded, and his expression was still a mix of cautious and hopeful, but that was good enough for me.
“Finally!” I heard a familiar voice exclaim.
Always showing up a second too late to assist.
It must be fate.
With a sigh, I turned to facetheFate I now knew as Clotho—the spinner—unsurprised to also find the allotter, Lachesis, and the inevitable, Atropos, standing by her side.
Aka, theMorai,theNorns,and the owners of Ancient Olive skincare.
My Girl Bosses.
I cleared my throat, knowing I was about to be called out for going off-script with their bread and butter. “Yeah, soooo… I kind of decided these legendary Norse monsters shouldnotget into Valhalla, because I think they belong with me…”
My next performance review is going to be interesting.
Clotho and Lachesis stared at me in confusion, but Atropos threw her head back with a light laugh. “Oh, Iola… that’s because theydobelong with you! Why do you think we’ve been sending you to Sweden on so many business trips over the past year? Your fate has always been to meet these three and guide them to theirtruedestiny. Not Valhalla, butlifeon earth with you! If you’d simplyaskedus, we would have gladly told you where you were all destined to end up.”
So thiscouldhave been an email…
“I knew it! Iola is our mate and we are all meant to be together,” Jör crowed triumphantly before looking slightly embarrassed. “I mean, assuming that’s what Sir wants as well…”
Sweet little snake.
Surt had been frozen with his jaw practically in Midgard as Atropos said her piece, but he snapped to attention at Jör’s words. Closing the distance between them, he gathered the other man into his arms before depositing a soft kiss on his head.
“I want to be wherever you are, Jörmungandr,” he whispered as I imploded from cuteness overload. “Whereverallof you are.”
He glanced at me as he said this—still adorably wary—but I was already throwing myself into the puppy pile, along with Fen. “Same! You guys are stuck with me forever now.Andit’s fate, so there’s nothing you can do about it. Ha!”
Jör let out a shaky sigh and Fen huffed a laugh, but Surt’s eyes narrowed in challenge. I shivered in delight as he gave me the smexiest of sexy glares before a smile twitched his lips. “Very well. I will try my best not to kill you,mækir,but I can’t make any promises.”
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
