TEN
GRIM
“When I get a hold of that low-class thundercunt, I’m breaking his neck,” Bjarni growled as he plodded along next to Dragur.
Unlike our other brother, it was rare that Bjarni let his temper get a hold of him, but apparently our run-in with Magni’s lightning powers had done the trick. Not that I blamed him—my teeth still smarted like I’d been chewing on tinfoil.
“We have to find them before you get the pleasure of murdering Thor’s bastard, and if Saga’s still alive he may already have beaten you to it.” I stared into the falling snow. It was hard to make out anything but pure white, but when I squinted I could see the vaguely familiar outline of a rock formation up ahead. “It didn’t look like that portal opened up into Asgard.”
“It was Jotunheim,” Bjarni said. “The t**t went t
