Helgi gripped my shoulder. “Then good luck, Magnus Chase, son of Frey. And remember, you must stop Loki’s ship Naglfar from sailing at Midsummer—” “I know.” “—or Ragnarok begins.” “Right.” “Which means our renovations to the banquet hall won’t ever be complete, and we’ll never get high-speed Internet restored on floor two hundred forty-two.” I nodded grimly. I did not need the extra pressure of being responsible for an entire floor’s Internet connection.
