you, Kir, but Hel has been pretty busy down below.” The blind god tilted his head toward Hel, his expression loving. “I’m going to try and get her to visit more often, though.”
“Now that my brothers are coming home I think we’ll see if we can make the time, dear.” Hel put one arm around Slade and the other around Fenris. “So. Introduce me to your mates.”
Hel had inherited their father’s evil, mischievous grin. The goddess of Death, ruler of Helheim and daughter of the Trickster, seemed right at home in Logan, Jordan and Kir’s condo.
Sylvia stepped forward, holding her hand out to Hel. “It’s good to see you again, Hel.”
Hel’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “And you, Sylvia.”
Magnus and Jeff stepped forward, and before Slade knew it he was surrounded by family.
With just a few more touches his dream would finally be realized. Nothing would take what he’d gained today away from him.
“Hide me.”
Magnus held still while Sydney ducked behind him. She was quivering with fear, her eyes huge as she peeked out from behind his back. Sylvia and Syd had been with them for a week, and Syd was turning out to be a lot more squirrely than he remembered. Every single time they came to Logan, Kir and Jordan’s for breakfast Syd hid behind someone as soon as she saw Val. Today it seemed to be his turn. “Um. Syd? What’s going on?”
“He’s here.” She pointed with a shaking finger toward Val.
“And?” He turned to face her, surprised to see her cheeks were flushed. “You know he won’t hurt you, right?”
“But he’s just so…” Her hands fluttered wide. “And he’s so…” They fluttered again, this time way over her head. “Plus he’s kind of…” She fanned her red face. “So I’m hiding.”
Magnus stared at her, wondering what the fuck was going on. He was pretty sure she was having some sort of seizure. “Maybe we should get Kir to take a look at you.”
Syd huffed in frustration before resting her head against his chest. “I don’t want to get blown up, or chopped up, or skewered.” She tilted her head with an adorable frown. “Maybe skewered. Depending.”
She was totally confusing the fuck out of him. He needed backup, and he needed it now. “Sylvia!”
“You bellowed?” Sylvia was suddenly there, staring at Sydney with the same confused expression he was pretty sure was on his own face. “What’s Syd doing?”
“Spazzing.”
Syd’s hands flew all over the place before settling on his chest. She never once lifted her head from him. “Val,” she whispered in the most embarrassed tone he’d ever heard.
“Ah.” Sylvia glanced behind him toward the Avenger, biting her lip. Her confused expression had cleared. “C’mon, Syd. I can use some help baking cookies.”
Syd’s head slowly lifted off her chest. “You want to poison him?”
Magnus choked out a laugh before he could stifle it.
From the glare Sylvia shot him she’d heard it. “I’m not that bad a cook.”
Syd stared at her, her jaw hanging open.
Magnus just turned his back to them both, terrified his soon-to-be lover would see his fight to control his laughter. She might decide to get even with him by making him something to eat. Sylvia had the urge to take care of everyone around her, and for the most part she did a wonderful job. But if he had any say in it, she’d be banned from the kitchen for eternity. She was an absolute disaster where food prep was involved. It was a good thing he had several food delivery places on speed dial, or he would have starved long ago. Not even Logan could take something Sylvia had cooked and make it edible, and the man could be considered a master chef.
Apparently Syd was braver than he was because she had no trouble teasing Sylvia. “I’m just saying, it’s a good thing Slade can eat hay.”
“Hmph.” Sylvia’s tone was disgusted. “See if I ever make you mango pudding again.”
He turned just as Syd did a triumphant fist pump. Unable
“Now that my brothers are coming home I think we’ll see if we can make the time, dear.” Hel put one arm around Slade and the other around Fenris. “So. Introduce me to your mates.”
Hel had inherited their father’s evil, mischievous grin. The goddess of Death, ruler of Helheim and daughter of the Trickster, seemed right at home in Logan, Jordan and Kir’s condo.
Sylvia stepped forward, holding her hand out to Hel. “It’s good to see you again, Hel.”
Hel’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “And you, Sylvia.”
Magnus and Jeff stepped forward, and before Slade knew it he was surrounded by family.
With just a few more touches his dream would finally be realized. Nothing would take what he’d gained today away from him.
“Hide me.”
Magnus held still while Sydney ducked behind him. She was quivering with fear, her eyes huge as she peeked out from behind his back. Sylvia and Syd had been with them for a week, and Syd was turning out to be a lot more squirrely than he remembered. Every single time they came to Logan, Kir and Jordan’s for breakfast Syd hid behind someone as soon as she saw Val. Today it seemed to be his turn. “Um. Syd? What’s going on?”
“He’s here.” She pointed with a shaking finger toward Val.
“And?” He turned to face her, surprised to see her cheeks were flushed. “You know he won’t hurt you, right?”
“But he’s just so…” Her hands fluttered wide. “And he’s so…” They fluttered again, this time way over her head. “Plus he’s kind of…” She fanned her red face. “So I’m hiding.”
Magnus stared at her, wondering what the fuck was going on. He was pretty sure she was having some sort of seizure. “Maybe we should get Kir to take a look at you.”
Syd huffed in frustration before resting her head against his chest. “I don’t want to get blown up, or chopped up, or skewered.” She tilted her head with an adorable frown. “Maybe skewered. Depending.”
She was totally confusing the fuck out of him. He needed backup, and he needed it now. “Sylvia!”
“You bellowed?” Sylvia was suddenly there, staring at Sydney with the same confused expression he was pretty sure was on his own face. “What’s Syd doing?”
“Spazzing.”
Syd’s hands flew all over the place before settling on his chest. She never once lifted her head from him. “Val,” she whispered in the most embarrassed tone he’d ever heard.
“Ah.” Sylvia glanced behind him toward the Avenger, biting her lip. Her confused expression had cleared. “C’mon, Syd. I can use some help baking cookies.”
Syd’s head slowly lifted off her chest. “You want to poison him?”
Magnus choked out a laugh before he could stifle it.
From the glare Sylvia shot him she’d heard it. “I’m not that bad a cook.”
Syd stared at her, her jaw hanging open.
Magnus just turned his back to them both, terrified his soon-to-be lover would see his fight to control his laughter. She might decide to get even with him by making him something to eat. Sylvia had the urge to take care of everyone around her, and for the most part she did a wonderful job. But if he had any say in it, she’d be banned from the kitchen for eternity. She was an absolute disaster where food prep was involved. It was a good thing he had several food delivery places on speed dial, or he would have starved long ago. Not even Logan could take something Sylvia had cooked and make it edible, and the man could be considered a master chef.
Apparently Syd was braver than he was because she had no trouble teasing Sylvia. “I’m just saying, it’s a good thing Slade can eat hay.”
“Hmph.” Sylvia’s tone was disgusted. “See if I ever make you mango pudding again.”
He turned just as Syd did a triumphant fist pump. Unable
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