“This is Magnus, son of Natalie,” Blitzen said. The old dwarf glared at me. “I know who he is. Found the Sword of Summer. You couldn’t wait until after I died? I’m too old for this Ragnarok nonsense.” “My bad,” I said. “I should have checked with you before I got attacked by Surt and sent to Valhalla.” Blitzen coughed. The bodyguards appraised me like I might have just made their day more interesting. Junior cackled. “I like you. You’re rude.
