Gods of the Ragnarok Era Omnibus 3: Books 7-9 by Matt Larkin

Author:Matt Larkin [Larkin, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Incandescent Phoenix Books
Published: 2018-12-21T07:00:00+00:00

Part III

Year 399, Age of the Aesir

Winter

20

Thrudvangar had never seemed so confining. Oh, Thor hadn’t wanted to spend much time here since Sif died. The bright light and noise made the headaches worse, and he couldn’t stand to linger in the hall he’d once shared with his wife. But now, this place had become a fortress, a last bastion where more and more of the Aesir had begun to gather.

Now, he paced in his great hall, the motion sending tiny lances of pain through his ribs. Thor didn’t care. Pain meant he lived. Meant he’d be able to share more of the same with the jotunnar.

Thrúd had sent refugees here from all over.

She even reported on the continuing battle over the bridge to Yggdrasil.

That trollfucker Narfi knew he needed to claim the Tree. Maybe he knew about the Bilröst, maybe he just wanted the damn apples. Thor couldn’t let him get ahold of either.

Besides.

Besides … he owed that bastard pain. An ocean of torment to come crashing down on his head. Even that wouldn’t make up for what he’d done to Mother. Thor would kill him nine times if he could. Rip the fucker out of the gates of Hel just so he could throw him down there once more.

“I’m going to eradicate every last jotunn in Midgard and Utgard,” he grumbled.

A few of those gathered looked at him, but no one commented.

Well, except for Tyr, who rose from his seat and stalked over to where Thor paced. In the damn way.

“Move!” Thor bellowed.

“Need to calm your mind. Moment you could stand you were out here. Wearing out the floor.”

“I don’t give a troll’s rocky cock about the floor!”

“Not about the floor. About you, letting rage cloud your judgment.”

Thor grabbed the man’s tunic and shoved him aside so he could trudge past. “All I have is rage. All-consuming, crushing wrath. Enough to destroy their whole race.”

“Mist-madness.” And there Tyr was again, tromping along beside Thor like he’d asked for company. “All you’ll do is get yourself killed. You, and anyone who follows you. They are too many, just on Asgard. We have no idea what unfolds on Midgard. Have to focus on survival first.”

Thor spun on the other man, caught his shoulders, and flung him sideways, into a column. “I am your prince! I say what we focus on, you sniveling wretch! We focus on vengeance! They murdered our queen!”

Damn, but those spots were everywhere, flitting around the hall. A splitting headache started at his temples and built and built, expanding outward, like a fucking nail driven sideways into his brow.

“Already avenged her,” Tyr said. His voice was grating. “Need to think on what she’d want from you.”

Oh. Oh, he presumed to speak of what Mother would have wanted? Fuck him. Thor slammed his fist into Tyr’s face.

The thegn’s head snapped into the column with enough force to crack the wood. Roaring, Thor grabbed the man, hefted him over his head.

Drawing on the apple’s power blunted the growing pain in his ribs.

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