“Did you do that?”

 

“I was only trying to short out the equipment on stage so he couldn’t use it to start a fire!”

 

“I think you tripped the main breaker.”

 

Of course, people were starting to pour out of the club. The fire giant was looking around.

 

He spotted us and stalked over, dodging around a taxi to do so. I stood, facing him.

 

“What did you do?” he demanded.

 

“Stopped you from burning those people out.” I kept my tone even. “Tell Surtur that I will oppose him at every turn.”

 

“That was original.” He glanced at Kanesha then Clara, but seemed to dismiss both of them. “If I wasn’t under strict orders.”

 

I half-grinned. “You’d fight me. It might be fun. Another time.”

 

He scowled at me. “You think it would be fun.”

 

“I enjoy a good spar. When and if we aren’t enemies any more.” It was a declaration that I didn’t plan on hurting him.

 

“Maybe I’ll…”

 

I smiled and lifted a hand and pulled as much fire towards me as I could.

 

“…damn.”

 

I kept smiling. “You’ll do what again?”

 

“You’re stronger than he is.”

 

“Why do you think he wants me on his side?” A pause. “Of course, he’s going the exact wrong way about it. But…you have to understand the general principle.”

 

“I do.” A pause. “Screw this.” And he stalked away.

 

Clara grinned at me.

 

“Sorry for letting him think that was all me.”

 

“Nah, he’d probably try to kill me if you’d let on.”

 

She was right. He didn’t have any instructions about not hurting Clara.

 

“Still, let’s get out of here.”

 

We did, moving away from the club, which still didn’t have power back. Definitely blown the main fuse.

 

Probably done them a favor by helping them find a short or whatever the real problem was. A problem that might have led to a fire without any giant assistance.

 

But I felt a growing sense of threat as we moved away from the site. A feeling that even for tonight this wasn’t over yet.

 

I kept moving, but I was tempted to split from the other two.

 

Very tempted.

 

Now all I could do was wait while Yngva did her thing. And work out how to repay Angrboda.

 

Oh, who was I kidding, I had to find a way to repay her with alcohol. Really good mead would probably do it. But it might have to wait…then again, Angrboda would probably wait a few years for repayment.
She didn’t see it as that long, likely. I did, but that was only because I still couldn’t remember things.

 

So, for me, waiting a few days for Yngva was still…waiting a few days for Yngva. I did manage to set enough lasagna aside for Kanesha, and then I tried to be normal for a while.

 

Until Clara called me. “Hey.”

 

“Hey.”

 

“I got a good scry on what they’re going to attack next.”

 

“Good. What is it?”

 

“A club in northeast. On Friday night.”

 

It was Thursday. “Okay. So…which club?”

 

“Artie’s.”

 

I nodded. “One of Thruor’s favorites. He’s probably pissed…she beat one of them up.”

 

“Ack. Okay. Let’s…”

 

“Let’s meet…is there a good place to get dinner down the road from there?” An innocent meeting of friends. Of course, if they noticed me, they might change targets.

 

I would if I was in their place. “And we should be stealthy.”

 

“There’s a pizza place down the road. Hole in the wall, but good.”

 

“That’s where the best pizza comes from.”

 

I decided that it was best if it was only me, Clara and Kanesha. I could do my best to shield the three of us, and Clara had witch magic to help. We didn’t know exactly when they would hit.
So, we waited, munching on pizza, and keeping one eye on the club. At first it seemed as if they really had sensed me and decided to move on.

 

Then I saw the fire giant across the street. A different one. No doubt they were hoping I would not immediately recognize him.

 

But the other side of that was that he wasn’t immediately recognizing me. I could feel him sort of reaching into the building.

 

Looking for something he could spark. And I had an idea. “Clara, can you set off the evac alarm?”

 

“Before he…I see what you mean.” A pause. “It would cause panic, I think.”

 

“Okay. Scratch that.”

 

I reached inside me for my own fire, felt it waiting and ready. It wanted to be unleashed, but that wasn’t my plan.

 

My plan was to divert his, to steal it. And he was starting to reach out…and I could feel the risk, the danger.

 

“The band’s equipment.”

 

Clara nodded. “I have an idea.” And she started to weave a spell.

 

I, meanwhile, tried to subtly draw off the energy he was building. I wasn’t sure what Clara was doing. Kanesha was watching the street for us. I hoped she didn’t feel too much like a third wheel.

 

And then the power to the club went out.

 

Kanesha had class the next day. I had a shoot which took most of the day, but I came away with not just a good paycheck but a dress I wouldn’t really be able to enjoy until next year.

 

That was one of the perks. Random gifts of clothing. As Kanesha was working late I was cooking myself lasagna in the apartment, with extra for her when she got in. And, fortunately, more extra for leftovers later.

 

The knock on the door sounded particularly urgent and slightly threatening. Enough that I used the peephole.

 

Oh.

 

It was Angrboda.

 

And a fire giant.
“Well, this isn’t exactly a normal combination,” I said on opening the door.

 

“She’s trying her best not to melt me,” Angrboda quipped.

 

“Good, I don’t want you melted. Or her frozen. What’s up?”

 

“You said you wanted somebody who could sneak into Surtur’s armory.”

 

I grinned. “I did. Thanks. You probably saved me a ton of time.”

 

“I can sneak in and steal something for you, sure. Or borrow?”

 

“Steal. I can’t promise I’ll return it.”

 

“Alright. I’ll make sure to grab something that won’t be missed. You plan on doing some experiments.”

 

I nodded. “I do.”

 

“Anything to stop Surtur from being crazier. If that’s possible.” She sighed and flopped into a chair. “There’s quite a few of us who are only not taking him out because…”

 

“Because none of you want the job and anyone who does would be worse.”

 

“Exactly.”

 

I glanced at the oven. “Lasagna will be ready in five minutes. Good thing I made plenty.”

 

Angrboda laughed. “I don’t want to take…”

 

“You’ll only be taking the extra I’m making for lunch later. Don’t worry about it.” Hospitality was important, after all. “I don’t have beer, though.”

 

“I’d have brought some, but…stupid Midgardian laws.” A pause. “Of course, you’re older than…”

 

“Don’t worry about it. I have root beer.”

 

And I tugged out three bottles of it. Surreptitiously warming one of them up for the fire giantess, of course.

 

Angrboda chilled hers more than the fridge before opening it. I grinned at her. “Good root beer,” I added.

 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less. So…”

 

“Give me a few days,” she said. “Oh, I’m Yngva.”

 

Yngva. Somehow I thought that name was important to remember. “Please don’t get caught.”

 

“I won’t,” she promised. “I have perfectly legitimate access and well, I might get into trouble for losing something, but it won’t be that much trouble.”

 

She seemed confident that she had enough…well…that she wouldn’t be arrested or fired. I’d have to take her word for it.

 

So, instead of saying anything more, I opened my bottle of root beer and took a swig.

 

It was, of course, decent root beer.

 

They did.

 

“Thanks,” Zaid said. “I know you’re probably busy…”

 

“Honestly, it was nice to have something we could solve. How about we finish breakfast?”

 

We went back inside before our breakfast got cold. The waitress came over. “What was that about?”

 

“Oh, somebody took exception to Zaid’s…” I tailed off.

“Somebody doesn’t like people like me,” he explained.

 

“Thanks for taking it outside.”

 

“I wanted to come back here,” I said. “It’s good French toast.”
She grinned. “If they come back, we’ll ask them to leave.”

 

“Thanks. I don’t think they will, though. Kanesha practiced her black belt on them.”

 

The grin became a laugh and then she slapped Kanesha on the shoulder. “Those are always handy.”
And, somehow, our bill wasn’t quite as high as expected. I didn’t ask or question it. Instead, I filled Zaid in on everything that was going on.

 

“Hrm. Efreet make weapons using fire like that.”

 

“The only efreet I know hits on everything female in sight, especially underage.”

 

They made a face. “I’ll see if I can find a nicer one.”

 

“Thanks.” I let out a breath. “Any other ideas?”

 

“Surtur’s crazy.”

 

“I knew that.”

 

Kanesha rolled her eyes. “Maybe it is time to take him out.”

 

“Right. But I’ve had it pointed out that he could be replaced by somebody worse if we’re not careful.” Or by me. Or…well…I didn’t want to go anywhere else with it.

 

“Good point.” She glanced at Zaid.

 

“Well. Magic drain is usually a reversible problem. It’s not like fossil fuel depletion.” They drummed on the table.

 

“I’m going to try and get my hand on one of the weapons.”

 

“Call me when you do. I’ll bring somebody who can look at it.”

 

I nodded. “Thanks.”

 

“Hey. I owe you.”

 

I thought about that. “Like I said, it was nice to have a problem I could immediately solve. As opposed to all the ones I can’t.”

 

They laughed at that. “Welcome to adulthood.”

 

I decided they had a point there.

 

But it was still frustrating.

 

We got about halfway through our French toast before they showed up.

 

The guy’s friends were hulking, almost as wide across as they were tall and practically moved like Neanderthals. I rolled my eyes. “Check out those knuckle walkers.”

 

“Don’t insult gorillas,” Kanesha said, absently.

 

“But seriously.”

 

We had Zaid between us and, indeed, my guess was right.

 

“Hiding behind women are you? More proof you aren’t a real man,” came a voice from behind them.

 

Zaid had managed to inflict a shiner and a couple of bruises on the owner of said voice, from what I could see.

 

“Doesn’t have to be a man,” I said. “How about we take this outside. Some of us would like to be able to come back here.”

 

The guy glanced around from behind his muscle wall. One of them commented, “She’s got a point.”

 

Oh.
They could talk. That would make this more fun, I mused. Maybe I could taunt them into leaving instead of having to hurt anyone.

 

“Outside, then.”

 

“It’s three on three,” I added. “That seems fair.”

 

The one who hadn’t spoken was eyeing Kanesha. “I think we have you outnumbered,” he said finally.

 

I just grinned. But at least I’d convinced them the street was a better place for a stand off. As we stepped outside, it started to rain.

 

Even better.

 

“So, I hear that you insulted my friend here.”

 

“I don’t know why he was so insulted by the truth.” He hadn’t come out from behind the muscle wall.

 

“And you accuse him,” I added, “Of hiding behind women when you’re literally hiding behind those two walking walls.”

 

The one who had spoken first cracked his knuckles. “I’m not averse to beating up a girl.”

 

I grinned. “Kanesha?”

 

She grinned back, and stepped forward. Of course, he charged into her.

 

Of course he charged past her, into the ground. Even I didn’t see exactly what move she used.

 

The other was staring. “Crap, he brought black belts.”

 

Kanesha grinned. “Your turn, or are you going to acknowledge defeat.”

 

I hadn’t even done anything. Hitting people was, I’d realized, far less intimidating than just putting them on the ground.

 

The one Kanesha had dropped was picking himself up. Their friend was staring.

 

“See, here’s the thing. You talk big when you’re in a one on one. But then you lose, bring muscle, and it never occurs to you…” I grinned at him. “That two can play at that game.”

 

I waited to see if they would run away. Hopefully they would.

 

Hopefully they wouldn’t bother Zaid again.

 

Of course, I didn’t want to tell Kanesha any of this. I was, perhaps, afraid of what she might do.

 

I was afraid that she would leave me if she thought it would save the world, that she would go all stupid noble the way I’d been resisting.

 

It would make things so much easier. Instead, I was determined to find another source. And I had an idea for who I might ask.

 

If I wasn’t still locked out from the knowledge of how to open the bridge myself I would have just gone there. As it was, I was stuck until Thruor came back.

 

I was going to go talk to some dwarves. Specifically, a set of twins. I had a feeling they would help me.

 

I had a feeling they were important allies. So was Angrboda, but I somehow didn’t think she had the knowledge I needed.

 

Nobody was better at enchanting things than dwarves. So, who better to know how to fix this kind of problem.

 

Except for the fact that I had a feeling most dwarves would like to see something bad happen to Muspelheim. So?

 

The twins, specifically. Of course, their father had set things up so we’d become friends. I had to wonder what the King under the Mountain was really up to.

 

See. This was why I didn’t want to be a queen. Politics.

 

But I also knew the real reason deep within me was still the knowledge that as a queen I would have to abandon her.

 

And I knew I’d known that all along, at some subconscious level. I wanted, honestly, to be able to live out a human lifespan with her and then worry about my duties.

 

Selfish.

 

I acknowledged that now. But none of this got Thruor back any faster.

 

Then Angrboda showed up. She looked like she was already drunk and ready for more.

 

“Oh no, I’m not going with you to celebrate this time.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because you need to be cut off.”

 

She scowled at me. “I…”

 

“You’re not even quite walking straight. Come in and sober up.”

 

She did, surprisingly, flopping on my couch…I’d deliberately acquired the sturdiest I could find…and giant-snoring for a couple of hours. Thankfully, Kanesha was busy.

 

I hoped none of our neighbors were home.

 

When she came around, she was glaring at me.

 

I handed her a glass of water and four aspirin. Double the dose, for giants.

 

“How much did I drink?”

 

“Enough, apparently. What did you drink?”

 

“Dwarven ale.”

 

I laughed.

 

“I’d forgotten just how strong dwarven ale is.”

 

I laughed more. But I was glad to see her, and I suspected that drunk on dwarven ale equated to good news.

 

The cops did not show up, so I had to let the guy go. By that time, though, the girl…whore or not…was long gone. Which I called a win, going back to my hunt.

 

“I saw that,” somebody called.

 

I changed course. “Well, he had a knife.”

 

“Didn’t see that part. Kid should be in school, but that doesn’t mean somebody should pull a knife on her.”

 

I thought about that. “Probably some reason she isn’t.”

 

“Messed up home life.” The guy studied me. “You’ve had some training.”

 

I nodded. “I try not to be a random vigilante, but…”

 

“But you know enough to go in and do something without making the situation worse.” He shrugged. “I’d have made it worse.”

 

“You know enough to know that.” Which was more than, say, Derek had. The guy was in his forties, greying, a little bit of a paunch.

 

“Well, yeah. Just saying, keep it up, but don’t get yourself stabbed or shot.”

 

Too late, I mused, but I didn’t say it. “Thanks.”

 

“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but…”

 

“Thanks, but I’m actually looking for a friend.” Just in case he had any ideas.

 

He gave me a thumbs up and I headed back up the street. At least I’d achieved something tonight, even if it was only a small something and even if it might not last in the long term.

 

He was right, that girl should be in school, not selling certain services on street corners. If she had been. If she hadn’t been mistaken for one because of the way she was dressed.

 

I decided not to judge. I also decided I was thirsty, and looked around for a place where I could get a soda.

 

I ducked into one of the bars which didn’t seem strict on carding people who weren’t ordering alcohol. Ordered a coke and glanced around.

 

Normal people. Enjoying normal entertainment on a weekend night. I was jealous of them. At least I could pretend for a bit as I sipped my soda.

 

Then the girl came in. The same girl. She looked shaken. I lifted a hand. “Hey.”

 

“…you.” She looked about to run away again, then pulled herself together. “Where is he?”

 

“I had to let him go. I’m not a cop. But if he causes trouble in here…”

 

“The cops might listen to you about him. He…he…”

 

“Did he hurt somebody?” I asked, gently.

 

She nodded. “He hurt Trisha.”

 

“Well. I can keep my eyes open.” I no longer had a fast line to the police, but I rather thought I might have some of their respect.

 

And a guy cutting up street girls deserved a stay in jail.

 

Her name was Madison. She’d run away to get away from the father’s abuse. I rather thought I could find somebody to help her.

 

I would certainly look into it. I went home that night with a lot to think about, but still no closer to solving the actual problem.

 

And I went to bed fairly late, which meant that when the phone rang at 6am the next morning…on a Sunday…I almost smashed it.

 

Kanesha looked about to do the same thing. “It’s Zaid,” I told her.

 

“Do they have an emergency?”

 

“Apparently.” I turned my attention to the phone. “Zaid, what’s up?”

 

“Could…use your help.”

 

“It’s 6am, it had better be important.”

 

“It is.”

 

“Where are you?”

 

“Diner in Crystal City.”

 

I knew the one they meant – a couple of doors down from the gay bar. “We’re on our way. Order us breakfast. Kanesha?”

 

“French toast,” she said sleepily, already getting dressed. “Two orders of French toast.”

 

I then hung up and got dressed. I knew Zaid. They weren’t an asshole. They wouldn’t be calling at 6am without a good reason.

 

Especially on a Sunday. And maybe it would be another problem I could do something about. On the way I filled Kanesha in about the problem in Georgetown.

 

“Hrm. Cops won’t help that much. I mean, Mike…”

 

“I know. But maybe we can give the guy such a scare he at least goes and harasses women somewhere else.”

 

“Maybe.”

 

We made it across the bridge from DC to Arlington. Even at 6am there was traffic, although I was sure a lot of them were going to early morning church services.

 

I parked at a meter and we jogged up the street to the diner.

 

Zaid was sitting at a corner table, and somebody had beaten them up.

 

“Ow. So, you need us to get the other guy?”

 

“No, I took care of him. But he apparently has friends.”

 

And they were targeting Zaid. “Are they targeting you because you’re a priest or because you’re, you know?”

 

“The latter,” they admitted ruefully. “I’m doubling up on wards, but…”

 

“We’re a heck of a lot more intimidating than you are.” Putting the fear of gods into bigots for Zaid? Another thing I could handle.

 

Another distraction, but I wasn’t complaining. I felt as if I was actually doing something worthwhile.

 

For once.

 

I knew asking Bjorn to get me a weapon was past the kid’s abilities. So, I needed to get the attention of somebody with more access to Surtur’s palace.

 

Somebody who might even care enough about their king to try and save him. I personally thought it was too late, but…

 

It was about the realm.

 

It was about me being completely crazy and not wanting anyone else hurt. Well, anyone who didn’t ask for it. There were quite a few people around I’d enjoy beating up. I was even a bit irritated with Thruor for doing it for me, even though her motives and decisions made sense.

 

I was also starting to get…worried…about how she was deferring to me. After all, it wasn’t like I outranked her – far from it.

 

Was she giving me enough rope to hang myself?

 

More likely she thought somebody younger and less set in her ways might have useful ideas. She might be right. I certainly wasn’t listening to anyone else at this point.

 

Well, listening yes. Following the orders of, no. Because I could see everything heading down the road to disaster and bluntly, we had to try something different, something crazy, if any of this was going to come out in the wash.

 

Maybe even something that set aside all tradition.

 

Trickster’s daughter, I thought wryly. Of course I wasn’t going to do the expected. Unless, of course, that was what was unexpected.

 

So, how did I find fire giants? It was fall now, starting to drop towards temperatures as cold as this city ever saw. I wondered if they would even be here.

 

If they were, then they were probably looking for booze, and I couldn’t exactly check all the bars. Should have asked Thruor to do that.

 

I could ask Bruce, but he wasn’t the type to go wandering around bars and clubs. Which was why I was wandering through Georgetown as late as I thought I could get away with. The noise from various doors was inviting, but I didn’t want to get carded, so I stayed in the street, watching.

 

A short, sharp scream drew my attention. Most everyone else was ignoring it, but I turned, and moved into an alleyway.

 

There was a guy trying to get a struggling woman into a car. Either he was an out of uniform cop making an arrest or…

 

…well, I wasn’t about to let him get away. If he was a cop, he could produce a badge. “What’s going on here?”

 

He turned, which allowed the girl to squirm free and start running, teetering on high heels. She wasn’t much, if any, older than Kanesha.

 

“I was going to give the little whore what she deserves. I suppose I’ll settle for you.”

 

And the idiot charged me. Definitely not a cop. He had a knife…it was out of his hands in moments and I had him in a half nelson a moment later. “Nice try.”

 

“Bitch!”

 

Now I rather did wish a cop would show up. Without one, I would have to let him go, although at least his would be victim was now fairly clear of the area.

 

“Don’t insult dogs,” I told him, wryly, not letting him go until she had had a good head start.

 

He just stared at me. “Why protect the likes of her?”

 

“You were going to cut her up.”

 

He did not deny it.

 

Thruor showed back up the next day. “I kicked his butt.”

 

“The fire setter?”

 

She nodded. “Didn’t kill him. Just tried to make him think twice about the orders he’s following.”

 

“Better you than me.”

 

She grinned. “You do it and it’s personal. I do it and it’s a reminder of the fact that he could start a war this way.”

 

“I talked to Sarael. I don’t think there’s much Heaven can do, but…”

 

“They can be aware and protect their own people.” Thruor let out a breath.

 

“You’re bleeding.”

 

She glanced at her upper arm. “It’s nothing.”

 

“Let me wrap it?” Even with our healing it was a good idea to bandage wounds. She came inside and I wrapped the injury.

 

“I didn’t even notice it,” she admitted.

 

“Occupational hazard.” She hadn’t killed him. I was glad of that, even if it wouldn’t have been permanent.

 

“So…we need to think about a next move. I might have slowed him down.”

 

“Or Surtur will just send somebody else.” A pause. “I need to get a weapon from Muspelheim.”

 

“So you can examine it.”

 

I nodded. “I think I need local help, though.”

 

“I wish I’d thought of that. I’d have taken his.”

 

I shook my head. “Something from the armory nobody will miss would be better.” And I suspected I could get enough help to get it.

 

And then I could see what happened if it was destroyed. Which might cause all kinds of explosions. But…I had a feeling I had to try it sooner or later.

 

It would tell me something. Of course, if it was a sentient weapon, Balgefa might have objections.

 

The firegiver.

 

It was right there. Forged for me. “Would you ask Clara and Seb to see if they can work out the next target?”

 

“Plan on trying to get ahead of them?”

 

“I wield fire too. Maybe I can…”

 

“Get into a mental duel with a fire giant.” A pause. “Well, you have a decent chance of winning.”

 

I grinned at her. “I intend to try.”