“I wanted to give you a wedding gift. I noticed, upon your return from Jotunheim, that you no longer carried the axe you arrived with. I figured you wouldn’t mind a replacement.” Austri lifted his hands, handing her the axe. Revna gapped at him. “You made this?” Austri nodded and crossed his arms as she took it from his hands. “But you said you put out your forge when you left Nidavellir.” A shrug. “I found a reason to light it again.”
