Making Fate

“So, his offer is he keeps her in jail or he frees her and you never see her again?” Thruor laughed. “He’s terrified of her.”

 

“He wants me to love him.” I sighed. “So I’ll be super sad when he does something stupid and kills himself.”

 

“Lost it,” the valkyrie said. “Okay. I haven’t found a way to protect her yet. Still working on it.”

 

“I suppose it’s hard to make wards powerful enough.”

 

“It is. If we do, we’ll have to put them in an object.”

 

“An object particularly good at taking enchantments. Like, say, a dwarven sword.”

 

“…I hadn’t thought of that.” She grinned at me. “You’re learning.”

 

“And I know a couple of dwarves who quite like Kanesha and might be willing to help.”

 

“You’re building a strong alliance there.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “No, I like them. The twins. They’re fun to hang out with. Just watch their choice of alcohol.”

 

Thruor laughed. “Potent, eh? That’s dwarves for you. They’ll drink anyone under the table. Even Odin doesn’t try to keep up with them.”

 

Which did make me feel better about the drunken singing. “But Surtur’s not afraid of Kanesha. He’s afraid of love.”

 

“Of course he is. He forgot how to feel it a long time ago, I think. Fortunately, that’s just him, not all fire giants.”

 

“Fortunately.”

 

“Unfortunately, the politics are such that…”

 

“That he’ll be replaced by something worse. But still. I wonder if his people know what he’s doing?”

 

“Likely not beyond those he got to do it.” Thruor frowned. “Bride stealing is a fire giant thing, but it’s…ceremonial. A fire giant woman won’t marry a man who can’t best her.”

 

“Shame he can best me. I can’t use that to get out of it.”

 

The frown became a little bit more level. “No, you probably can’t. But this isn’t bride stealing, this is blackmail.”

 

“And the kind of thing to piss off everyone.”

 

“Right. She belongs to you. He has no right to do this.”

 

“Except might. And Odin can’t help without triggering Ragnarok, can he.” I kept my tone even.

 

“No.”

 

“Then I have some dwarves to talk to.”

 

Worried or not, I knew for her sake that I had to stay calm. I wished my dad would show up – but maybe he was doing something he didn’t want me to know about.

 

He had rescued people from all kinds of places, though. He was good at jailbreaks. So, maybe he could do something.

 

Without having heard from him, though, I was not about to assume he was up to anything that might be useful, or anything at all for that matter. It was my job to look after my own girlfriend.

 

And hers to look after me. Honestly, a big part of me was pretty angry that she’d been snatched.

 

They must have sent some force, too. But ultimately, she didn’t have our strength, our power. She could have taken on one of them.

 

Surtur had probably sent three or four, just to be sure.

 

I brooded on my balcony until a knock sounded at the door.

 

I opened it on the chain. “You are not welcome here.”

 

“I come under sign of truce.”

 

“You are still not welcome in my home.” I grabbed my sword and stepped out into the corridor. “Where is she?”

 

“Safe, and protected.”

 

“So, this is the ransom offer.” Only one of them. Maybe Surtur was assuming I would be honorable.

 

Which I would be. I wasn’t going to beat up the messenger.

 

“Simple. She stays where she is until you join us. Then she gets to go free and back to her life.”

 

“That’s not a deal.” I smiled. “You won’t dare hurt her, because you know if you do you have no leverage. And her life is with me.”

 

“Your life is with him.”

 

I studied the fire giant. “You really believe that any sane woman would accept this offer?”

 

“There are things we can do to her.”

 

“And if you touch her…anyone who harms her dies.” I sounded even. One hand on the fire sword. “You know that. He knows that. We’re at a stalemate.”

 

“If she was…”

 

“Really? Think about it. And tell Surtur he might as well let her go. Tell him that if he’d been honest from the start I might have helped him. Also, remind him nobody gets to go back to their lives if he starts a war.”

 

A shadow of doubt. “Go.”

 

I should have offered hospitality.

 

I was not quite that honorable.

 

That was obviously not a plan I was going with unless there was no other choice.

 

No.

 

I would find a way to get her back. And then I would kill him, and I didn’t care which prophecies it ruined.

 

Except she did.

 

She would.

 

I let out a breath. When had she become something of a moral compass for me? Almost from the start, I thought. Almost from the start.

 

Maybe mortals did have a better sense of right and wrong. Maybe they needed one. If my nature was fire then it was my nature to warm and to burn. And I already knew it was part of my nature to kill, as much as I kept the urge under control.
“Any progress?” I asked Thruor.

 

“What did Hel say?”

 

“She acknowledged my claim, which was apparently the point of the exercise. And a few other things…that were for me.” We’d actually had quite a long conversation afterwards, mostly getting to know each other a little better.

 

I wasn’t anywhere near as intimidated by her, although I still knew death gods should be treated with the utmost respect. Even if she was my sister.

 

“Good.”

 

“That’s…”

 

“Not a way we want to handle it, no, although it would remove her from his grasp. Unless he gets you to marry him.”

 

“I won’t. I’m not going to do it that way either. I’m going to take him down in a fair fight.”

 

“No. You are not.” Thruor set her eyes on me. “I am not letting you do that.”

 

“He’s crossed every line there is.”

 

“And he’d kick your butt and piss people off. I’m not letting you do that because you can’t beat him.”

 

I looked away.

 

“One day you’ll be better than him. You aren’t. Yet.”

 

I still didn’t look back at her. “Then…what do we do?”

 

If I couldn’t beat him in a fair fight, and I wasn’t willing to beat him in an unfair one, then I was left with…it not being my task. “Who can beat him?”

 

“You don’t fight him in a fair fight, Siglaugr. I know you want to, but it’s going to take more than one of us.”

 

I finally looked back. “I…”

 

“Don’t want to be dishonorable. But at this point we’re taking him down because he’s insane.”

 

“Not my task…”

 

“Could just mean you aren’t the one destined to actually do it.”

 

And that felt right there. “I’d still rather just yank her out from under his nose, even if that puts us to square one.”

 

“Well. We should be expecting the ransom demand any time about now.”

 

“I’m surprised it hasn’t come already.”

 

“He’s probably decided to try and worry you into a tizzy first.”

 

Which, I thought, he had more or less succeeded at.

 

Thruor’s gift for Hel turned out to be a bottle of white wine from, of all places, Canada. Icewein, it was called.

 

And two glasses. I really hoped I wouldn’t be spotted with this. I also wasn’t letting Kanesha’s sword out of my sight.

 

It was sort of a hope thing. A feeling that as long as I had it with me I had a good chance of her showing up, of being able to give it back to her.

 

Only one other dwarven blade ever given to a mortal.

 

And there was something about the way I’d been told that. I set both blades down next to me, poured two glasses, and murmured her name…in a wooded part of Arlington Cemetery, off the common jogging paths, and with every bit of glamor up to keep myself from being seen.

 

“What are you hiding from?” came the soft voice.

 

“Midgard rules.”

 

Her laughter was bell-like, and then she sat down on the grass. Pale hair like her mother’s. The fair side of her resembled our father.

 

I was trying not to look at the foul. “Lady.”

 

“You are my sister. No need to stand on ceremony, Siglaugr.”

 

She took the glass, sipped from it. I took a taste of my own. It was incredibly sweet.

 

Dessert wine.

 

“You are also a queen. I was…aiming for a compromise.” She was…smaller than I am, a little, which surprised me.

 

Or was a deliberate move to keep from being quite so intimidating.

 

“What did you want to talk about? Few ever want to converse with me.”

 

“Most would rather forget you exist, I suppose, given what you represent.”

 

“Change. That is what they truly fear.”

 

“Surtur has my girlfriend.”

 

“Ah. And she is mortal.”

 

“Right, which means without whatever enchantments he’s using to keep her from being burned to a crisp.”

 

“And you want to make sure she is safe if…” She tailed off. “I acknowledge your claim.”

 

“Is that all that’s needed?”

 

“It would be better if you were there if the worst happens. But I know that may not be possible.”

 

“Better in that nobody else could interfere.”

 

“Yes.” She looked at me. “She is mortal. Are you sure you are doing the right thing?”

 

“We’ve talked it over.”

 

Her lips quirked. “You treat her as an equal, then.”

 

“She’s my lover, not my servant.”

 

“Do you think that will last?”

 

I considered it. “I can only do my best to do what is right for her. And now I need to work out how to rescue her.”

 

“What does he want?”

 

“Me. Which means if I give in he will either kill her or hold her forever as surety.”

 

“And if he gets you…he wants you as his consort.”

 

I nodded.

 

“Then she would not be able to escape him either. Unless…”

 

“Unless I stab him in the marital bed. But I’m not…”

 

“…that dishonorable.”

 

“Besides, he wants to use me to start Ragnarok. I know…” I closed my eyes. “I have to rescue her.”

 

“I cannot help you with that. But…”

 

“What I need is anti-fire spells. Really good ones. Thruor’s talking to some people.”

 

“Remember she is yours if all else fails.”

 

No.

 

I didn’t want to go there. But the pale blue eye of her fair side said it all.

 

Said I should not be afraid of her. For myself or for anyone else.

 

“I know where the trail is leading.”

 

“Where?”

 

“A secret passage to Muspelheim a fire giant named Bjorn showed me.”

 

“Then she’s in Muspelheim, and they didn’t want to risk Heimdall knowing.”

 

“I thought…she’s alive.”
Thruor sighed and stopped the bike. “If anyone would know how to keep a mortal alive in Muspelheim, it’s Surtur. The snag is…”

 

“We don’t. We can’t rescue her without her being burned to a crisp. And if I give in he’ll kill her anyway.”

 

I knew that with absolute certainty. He’d kill her and he’d somehow make sure I couldn’t…

 

“He will.” Thruor furrowed her brow. “But as long as he thinks he can use her as bait he’ll keep her alive.”
Which meant I couldn’t go charging to the rescue. I hopped off the bike and blinked back the tears. “I knew this would happen.”

 

“So did she.”

 

I nodded. “She thought I was worth the risk. I couldn’t…I couldn’t chase her away, but what do I do now?”

 

Thruor considered. “A few things. The first is to make sure of her safety if he does kill her.”

 

I winced. “Meaning?”

 

“You need to have a talk with your sister.”

 

I shivered. The idea was…well…rather intimidating.

 

“Don’t worry. You’ll be pleasantly surprised. But you have to do that. Meanwhile, I will talk to every witch we know about spells that might be useful.”

 

And we did know quite a few witches. “Talk to Angrboda, too, she might have some ideas.”

 

“Good idea.”

 

“So, how do I find her?”

 

“Well, you start by going to a place of the dead.”

 

“A cemetery.” I thought some more. “A big cemetery.” It wasn’t like we didn’t have one, although most of the people buried in the really big cemetery had fallen in battle.

 

“Exactly. I’ll give you something she likes.”

 

Which meant it was alcohol and I couldn’t buy it myself. “Don’t be caught corrupting a minor.”

 

She grinned weakly. “I haven’t yet, have I.”

 

That grin got an even weaker response from me. But it did cheer me up just a little bit.

 

I might not be able to go charging in all guns blazing, but…there were things I could do.

 

And for this?

 

For this I would forget it wasn’t my task to kill him.

 

The shoot went well. Three outfits, and done. I grabbed lunch and headed home. Kanesha was due in about thirty minutes.

 

She did not show up. I called her.

 

Her cellphone gave an out of range error. I did not panic. Yet.

 

I checked. She did not have her sword with her. I grabbed it as well as mine and tried her phone again.

 

Out of range error.

 

So I called Thruor. “I think they have Kanesha.”

 

“I’m on my way. Sit tight.”

 

She was right, I should not go outside without backup in case they were still around. Or do something foolish.

 

“So…”

 

“She’s late. Her phone is giving an out of range error. She’s not armed.”

 

“Kanesha manages better unarmed than many armed.”

 

“I know, and I wouldn’t be worried if it wasn’t for the error.”

 

Thruor closed her eyes for a moment. “How about your dog friend?”

 

I had been close to panic, I realized, not to think of that. I called the fyrhund.

 

He padded in off the balcony somehow.

 

“Track Kanesha,” I told him, keeping my own sword in hand and Kanesha’s on my back.

 

I wasn’t leaving it here. When we found her she was going to need it. Something about it made me uncomfortable, though. As if it was all wrong in terms of weight.

 

It was not made for me, I knew that. For now I put it down to that.

 

Not made for me. Not made for her either, as far as I knew, but it answered to her hand.

 

I knew I should not try to use it. Besides, there would have been something rude about that.
The fyrhund set off. Thruor’s steed, in bike form, was waiting outside. I tugged on a helmet, we couldn’t afford to be stopped, and hopped up behind her.

 

Chasing the dog down the street. We probably looked like we were trying to catch it.

 

It could run fast enough not to hold us back, though, and I sensed that it had her scent.

 

I sensed that it knew exactly where to go. But what if she was already dead?

 

No.

 

If she was dead I would know, I would know in every deep part of my heart. And then they would not be able to use her as bait.

 

Kanesha was alive.
Somewhere.

 

“You had lunch with Charles without me?” Kanesha pouted.

 

“You were in class.”

 

“Point.” She wasn’t too upset. “I’ll just have to do the exact same thing back, although I can’t make you jealous.”

 

“He’s ace,” I pointed out.

 

“Right, and I’m gay, so you know there’s absolutely no chance of anything.” She grinned teasingly at me.

 

“Hey, remember, it just means you beat out more competition.”

 

Kanesha grinned again and then pulled me in for a kiss – something she could never have done without my full cooperation. Of course, she had it. When we both came up for air, though, I pulled away. “I also fought demons without you.”

 

“Nah, I dealt with the one that found its way onto the NoVa community college campus.”

 

I winced. “Sorry. I was kind of occupied.”

 

“Hey, if I can’t deal with a demon on my own I’ve been wasting all the time I’ve spent training.”

 

I decided she had a point. “There were quite a lot of them.”

 

“I kind of worked that out. But none left.”

 

“Except the big one, which my dad said he would deal with.”

 

“Deal with.” Kanesha air quoted.

 

“Hey, I’m not his keeper.”
We would probably have continued in this vein for some time, with an obvious end point, but somebody knocked on the door at that precise moment.

 

I opened it, and it was a highly disheveled Sarael.

 

“More demon problems?”

 

He nodded. “Can I just…rest up here…for a moment? I don’t think I can drag myself to the nearest church.”

 

He looked like he’d been dragged through several hedges, some backwards and some forwards.

 

I headed into the kitchen. “I don’t suppose I can get you anything.”

 

“I don’t need to eat, but…” A pause. “No, I don’t think you can. Just let me flop on your couch.”

 

He did so. “What did the demon do?” Kanesha asked.

 

“Oh, we missed a bigger one. I did manage to send it home, but it was…” A pause. “Trying to use a kid as a shield.”

 

I winced, stepping back out. “Kid okay?”

 

“Kid will be having nightmares for weeks, but…”

 

That could have been a lot worse.

 

“So,” Charles said, sticking his fork in a piece of his lunch. “It’s been…”

 

“I was on vacation. And…well…”

 

“Busy. So was I.” He managed a grin. “It’s fine. Friendships between people like us…sometimes have to take a bit of a second fiddle to politics.”

 

I opened my mouth to say it wasn’t exactly politics. Realized it absolutely was and closed it again.

 

Definitely politics. “I know,” was all I actually managed to say.

 

“And I’m figuring it’s god politics I’m not allowed to know about.”

 

I considered that. “More that I don’t want you dragged in when somebody is burning things down. I don’t want the next thing to be burned down to be your house or something.”

 

“Hrm.” A pause. “Suppose the cops can’t do anything.”

 

“The arsonist is very good at making it look like an accident.”

 

“Which is another way of saying they’re using magic.”

 

I nodded. “Yes. And it’s blackmail, and I won’t give in.”

 

“Good. You give in and whoever it is owns you.”

 

I thought about that. “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.” Especially given what he wanted from me. “Still working out how else to stop it.”

 

“You may be right. I may not want to be involved.”

 

“I don’t plan on…” I tailed off. “You probably don’t. Oh, be careful, there’s a ranking demon in town.”

 

He nodded. “Another succubus?”

 

I shook my head. “No. At least I don’t think so. I should have more information soon.” I let out a breath.

 

“If there’s anything I can help with, let me know.” A sincere offer.

 

“There really isn’t at this point. I just wanted to, well, talk to you. Remind myself we’re still friends.”

 

He grinned. “That’s help in and of itself, I know it is.”

 

I thought about that and then nodded. “It definitely is. Having friends. Having people to fight for.”

 

“Just don’t get yourself killed.”

 

“I won’t.” I didn’t remind him how tough I was. I took the concern for what it was. A friend, sort of an uncle figure.

 

“Or ruin your outfit.”

 

I laughed. “I try not to do that either. It’s sometimes unavoidable, though.”

 

He was actually making me feel better, even if our conversation was not exactly normal.

 

But then, what else were friends for?