“No, go ahead, you do it.”
I lifted my hand and sent a fireball down into the chasm after the disk. “We did it.” I didn’t like using fire, but it was there.
And maybe I was actually better with it than he was. “You set me up,” I accused.
“I wanted you to meet her.”
“So, what, you trusted me to get it back from her? Or didn’t you care?”
“Oh, come on, her trying to use it against the Aesir would have been quite entertaining.”
“You hate her that much?”
He considered that. “Nah.”
I realized the story didn’t really go into who dumped who. I decided I didn’t want to actually know. Maybe it was mutual.
But there had to have been something strong between them to last out three children. Which could easily turn into hate.
He turned and started to walk back. Not knowing how to get out, I had no choice but to follow.
“She left me,” he said, finally.
“Because you were probably sleeping with Coyote on the side.”
Sigyn could tolerate that, by her very nature.
“It wasn’t Coyote!”
I grinned. “Oh, why are you protesting, given the two of you have been hanging out in gay bars.”
“Well, it wasn’t.” He snorted at me. “Not that you can talk about same sex.”
“I can talk about being a slut.”
It wasn’t really an argument. It was a comfortable thing, in some ways, but I was totally going to get him back for almost causing Ragnarok by walking right past his ex’s doorstep with an artifact nobody could resist playing with.
Well, I’d resisted, but that was only because I was afraid to do what I’d have ended up doing with it.
Maybe it said something about my nature. Maybe it just said something about my awareness of what it could do.
I shuddered at the thought of the babies and hurried after Loki.
Okay, maybe a little bit of the shudder was the cold.
He was quite right. Even we felt the cold in Jotunheim.