Iduna's Apples (Valhalla Book 2) by Jennifer Willis

Author:Jennifer Willis [Willis, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-12-17T05:00:00+00:00

12

Thor had to stop every few minutes to adjust the train of his dress.

After a long climb up the rocky path, Thor, Freyr, and Heimdall approached the designated meeting area near the top of the mountain. They stopped just before rounding the next-to-last bend in the trail.

Freyr walked ahead a few paces, then doubled back. “There are torches lit. They’re probably already there waiting for us.”

Heimdall glanced at Thor. “You’re sure about this?”

Thor lifted his veil, trying not to disturb his flowered crown. “What? You think I’m going to get all dressed up and then turn back?”

Heimdall sighed. He wasn’t conscious of reaching out to steady himself against the rock wall, but Thor noticed. And Heimdall saw him notice. He quickly pushed away from the jagged surface and cleared his throat.

“What I meant was, are you sure about heading in there, just the two of you? We can try taking them now.”

“Just the three of us? Out in the open, against Frost Giants?” Thor frowned. “No. We have no idea how many of them there are. We go inside. Fighting in close quarters will give us an advantage.” Still holding the veil aloft with one hand, he grasped Freyr’s shoulder with the other. “And I’ve got a martial arts master right here with me.”

Freyr smiled at the unexpected compliment.

Thor lifted his eyebrows playfully. “Of course, your sister is more formidable, but you’ll do in a pinch.”

Freyr groaned. He stepped out into the path again and was about to continue forward when Heimdall pulled him back.

“If you find Maggie, you know what to do, right? If she’s in there, if she’s hurt . . .”

Freyr gripped his cousin’s elbow. “We know what to do. And we will find her.”

Heimdall leaned against the rock wall again. “You’d better get going.”

“Wait a minute.” Thor dropped the lace veil over his face and struggled to adjust the heavy fabric of the tapestried gown. For quick work, Freya and Saga had done a noteworthy job. The fit was tight through the bodice, with stones stuffed into the bra for effect—and for easy access to ammunition once the fighting started. The full skirt easily hid the fighting sticks, hammer, wrench, and other tools they’d found in the rental house’s utility closet.

“Will you help me with this?” Thor tugged at the fabric, trying to get comfortable. “I honestly have no idea how women put up with all of this.”

Freyr stepped behind him to smooth out the gown’s sleeves and to adjust the train which had once again gotten tangled around Thor’s heavy boots. “You’re even fussier in a dress, if that’s possible.”

Thor made a move to stomp on Freyr’s fingers as he straightened the hemline, but Freyr snatched his hand away and laughed.

“Such a lady, too.”

Thor grumbled beneath the lace veil. “When I get my hands on Thrym . . .”

Freyr stood next to him and offered his arm. “Yes, no doubt you’ll give him a wedding night he’ll never forget.”

Thor growled something unintelligible and looked down at his bouquet of white lilies—which Freyr had picked up at the village market.

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