what matters here, Modi.”
Yes, they did. Somewhere in this house was his father’s greatest legacy, and he had every intention of claiming it.
“It belongs to us, Frigg.” Fuck it. She insisted on calling them by their immortal names, so be it. Maybe the humans would think they were LARPing or something equally nerdy. Not that he knew any live-action role-players, but still. He’d be willing to bet the Wonder Twins did. The two tended to make friends in the oddest places.
Magnus growled, and Morgan could sense his twin’s temper rising to the surface. “Get out, Frigg.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”
Magnus grinned, and it wasn’t pretty. Frigg paled at the sight of Magnus’s anger, as well she should. Magnus had been known to destroy buildings when pissed enough.
For once, Morgan wasn’t going to talk his twin down. Frigg had earned Magnus’s wrath. “We’re done here.”
Magnus grabbed hold of Frigg’s arm and tried to throw her out of the house, but the goddess resisted. She started screeching at the top of her lungs, demanding that Magnus release her.
When his twin merely pulled harder, she turned to Morgan. “Make this ignorant ass release me!”
Morgan looked at his twin and tried to hide his amusement. “Yeah, Magnus. Can’t you release her ass back into the wild?”
“I’m trying, but her wild ass won’t go!” Magnus grunted as he tugged again on Frigg’s arm.
Skye, silent up till now, giggled, earning a glare from Frigg.
Morgan turned back to Frigg and shrugged. “He’s right. You are wild. Getting it on with Henry and Luther all these years.” He tsk’d. “You dirty girl, you.” Behind Frigg, he saw both Luther and Henry Grimm freeze as Sif and Sigyn choked.
But the one he wanted to get to froze as well, and Magnus was able to push Frigg’s ass out of Jeanne Grimm’s home and onto the sidewalk, where she stumbled in her ridiculous high heels.
Who wore fuck-me pumps to pack up a house in the middle of the night?
“Hey! You can’t do that!” Luther was the first to come to the door, ready to defend his lover. He was followed swiftly by Henry, who looked just as pissed as his brother.
Morgan moved until he blocked the doorway, ready to defend Jeanne’s home. He didn’t want Frigg getting back into the house.
“Watch us.” Magnus’s hands were flexing, clenching and unclenching. If Henry and Luther weren’t careful, Magnus would be on them like the berserker he was. He’d fling them around like the Hulk did Loki in that superhero movie, the one Logan liked to watch so much even while he bitched about how he really wasn’t like that, and what was up with that stupid hat?
Morgan figured Logan had a thing for Captain America. The actor looked a hell of a lot like Kir, but with shorter hair and not nearly as pretty.
Morgan decided he didn’t really want to have to explain to Jeanne why they broke into her house. It would be better if the others left peacefully. He ignored the way Frigg was pounding on his back. If she thought she could hurt him she had a surprise coming. “I think you should all leave before Logan and Kir get here.” He had every intention of calling them and asking Logan to place wards around Jeanne’s home.
Never again would the Aesir take something of hers. Not if Morgan could stop it.
Henry and Luther both took deep breaths, exchanging worried looks. They might not fear Logan, but Kir was another matter altogether. As long as he held Gungnir , he held sway over all of them, whether they liked it or not. He could, and would, enforce his will upon them.
Gungnir had changed Kir in certain ways. He was more confident in his actions, more certain of his power and his place in the world. More like the Baldur Morgan remembered, but…not. Love had softened Baldur’s edges, turned the fun-loving Kir into a leader Morgan was proud to follow.
Luther held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. “We’re
Yes, they did. Somewhere in this house was his father’s greatest legacy, and he had every intention of claiming it.
“It belongs to us, Frigg.” Fuck it. She insisted on calling them by their immortal names, so be it. Maybe the humans would think they were LARPing or something equally nerdy. Not that he knew any live-action role-players, but still. He’d be willing to bet the Wonder Twins did. The two tended to make friends in the oddest places.
Magnus growled, and Morgan could sense his twin’s temper rising to the surface. “Get out, Frigg.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”
Magnus grinned, and it wasn’t pretty. Frigg paled at the sight of Magnus’s anger, as well she should. Magnus had been known to destroy buildings when pissed enough.
For once, Morgan wasn’t going to talk his twin down. Frigg had earned Magnus’s wrath. “We’re done here.”
Magnus grabbed hold of Frigg’s arm and tried to throw her out of the house, but the goddess resisted. She started screeching at the top of her lungs, demanding that Magnus release her.
When his twin merely pulled harder, she turned to Morgan. “Make this ignorant ass release me!”
Morgan looked at his twin and tried to hide his amusement. “Yeah, Magnus. Can’t you release her ass back into the wild?”
“I’m trying, but her wild ass won’t go!” Magnus grunted as he tugged again on Frigg’s arm.
Skye, silent up till now, giggled, earning a glare from Frigg.
Morgan turned back to Frigg and shrugged. “He’s right. You are wild. Getting it on with Henry and Luther all these years.” He tsk’d. “You dirty girl, you.” Behind Frigg, he saw both Luther and Henry Grimm freeze as Sif and Sigyn choked.
But the one he wanted to get to froze as well, and Magnus was able to push Frigg’s ass out of Jeanne Grimm’s home and onto the sidewalk, where she stumbled in her ridiculous high heels.
Who wore fuck-me pumps to pack up a house in the middle of the night?
“Hey! You can’t do that!” Luther was the first to come to the door, ready to defend his lover. He was followed swiftly by Henry, who looked just as pissed as his brother.
Morgan moved until he blocked the doorway, ready to defend Jeanne’s home. He didn’t want Frigg getting back into the house.
“Watch us.” Magnus’s hands were flexing, clenching and unclenching. If Henry and Luther weren’t careful, Magnus would be on them like the berserker he was. He’d fling them around like the Hulk did Loki in that superhero movie, the one Logan liked to watch so much even while he bitched about how he really wasn’t like that, and what was up with that stupid hat?
Morgan figured Logan had a thing for Captain America. The actor looked a hell of a lot like Kir, but with shorter hair and not nearly as pretty.
Morgan decided he didn’t really want to have to explain to Jeanne why they broke into her house. It would be better if the others left peacefully. He ignored the way Frigg was pounding on his back. If she thought she could hurt him she had a surprise coming. “I think you should all leave before Logan and Kir get here.” He had every intention of calling them and asking Logan to place wards around Jeanne’s home.
Never again would the Aesir take something of hers. Not if Morgan could stop it.
Henry and Luther both took deep breaths, exchanging worried looks. They might not fear Logan, but Kir was another matter altogether. As long as he held Gungnir , he held sway over all of them, whether they liked it or not. He could, and would, enforce his will upon them.
Gungnir had changed Kir in certain ways. He was more confident in his actions, more certain of his power and his place in the world. More like the Baldur Morgan remembered, but…not. Love had softened Baldur’s edges, turned the fun-loving Kir into a leader Morgan was proud to follow.
Luther held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. “We’re
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