The Little Morgen by Miranda Grant

Author:Miranda Grant
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, fairytale, vikings, mermaids, norse myth, myth retelling, fairytale retelling, dark fairytales
Publisher: Miranda Grant

Chapter Seven

Into the Deep

Ragnar snorted. But when he looked Delentia in the eye, he realised she wasn’t joking. “Ye are kidding?” he pressed. When the goddess giggled, he cursed. “How in Hel’s name am I supposed to get a mermaid, who just tried to kill me, to fall in love with me? In three days?”

Delentia shrugged. “Not my problem.”

“Then why?” When she blinked innocently, he added, “Why offer me this? What happens if I fail?”

She snapped her fingers and a man appeared out of nowhere beside her. Ragnar instinctively shifted onto his toes. His hair stood on edge. His hands curled ever so slightly at his sides. The man radiated with a power that left him uneasy. Like a sheep facing off with a wolf…

Ragnar angled sideways, unable to fight the urge to make himself a smaller target. The man noticed. Smiled. Like a wolf…

“This him?” the newcomer asked.

“Mmmhmm. And isn’t he lovely?” Delentia cooed, clapping her hands together. “He doesn’t have your eyes though, which is a shame. Nor your power, but then he is only a small part fae thanks to your rotten oaf of a son.”

The man’s face didn’t change at all. There wasn’t one flicker of emotion in his dark brown eyes. Not one moment of kindness as he looked at whom he was just told was his grandchild.

Ragnar’s lips parted. He blinked. Looked the man up and down again with a new pair of eyes. “Yer my –”

“He’ll do.” And then he was gone, having left just as suddenly as he’d arrived.

Ragnar took a small step forward. He’d barely known his father, just a flash of a blurred memory from when he was a babe. His mother had raised them on her own until she died when he was ten and one. Then the role of caring for his younger sister had fallen onto him. He’d never known a family outside of that. Never known –

“How does he look barely older than I?”

She waved her hand. “He’s a fae. They’re slow to age, just like mermaids and pretty much every other creature of the Myth. Yes, you will slow too even though you’re only like one buttercup’s worth of fae – or elf, as you Norsemen call them. Your gran gran is alive. You have no other siblings. And his favourite colour is probably red or black or something like that. Now, do you want this deal or not?”

Ragnar’s mouth opened and closed. He felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. Bjerner wasn’t his only family. He had – Nay. His grandparents had never tried to find him. His grandfather hadn’t even smiled at him. Bjerner was his only family. He was all that mattered. “What happens if I fail?” he asked again.

“Same thing that happened to your grandpa.” She laughed maniacally, rubbing her little hands together and throwing back her head. “Your soul becomes mine for all eternity!” she shouted at the sky. Peering back at him, she winked. “Deal?”

Aye. It didn’t matter that he knew nothing about love.

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