he lunged at Odin, revealing himself in true Aspect at last as one of the tribe of the Rock Folk — massive, savage, and lethal. But Thor was upon him in seconds; a single blow from the Thunderer’s fist was enough to crack the giant’s skull.
The mason looked round at the assembled gods and goddesses, watching him from their shining thrones. His dark eyes narrowed. “Someone’s missing,” he said. “Where’s that little red-haired rat with the freaky eyes?”
Odin shrugged. “Loki? I have no idea.”
“Cavorting with my horse, that’s where!” shouted the mason, clenching his fists. “I knew there was something about that mare! I could tell from its colours! A trick! You’ve tricked me, you two-faced bastards! You slags! You sons and daughters of bitches!”
And at that he lunged at Odin, revealing himself in true Aspect at last as one of the tribe of the Rock Folk — massive, savage, and lethal. But Thor was upon him in seconds; a single blow from the Thunderer’s fist was enough to crack the giant’s skull.
