Authors: T. G. Ayer
"What will happen if you don't hand over the necklace?" he asked, a lazy grin gleaming on his face.
"Aidan will die." Each word fell from my lips like rocks, dark and heavy and filled with pain.
I looked at Aidan. The raw agony of seeing him lying dead beside the freezing stream still made me ache. "I wish I could trade places with him, but Freya is determined to get the necklace back in one piece. And she is happy to use Aidan to get what she wants."
"And if I do give you Brisingamen, what do I get in return?" His eyes glittered, but I felt no malevolence in them.
"I'm not sure what I can trade with." At a loss, I could see the chances of saving Aidan quickly disappearing. I met the dragon-man's eyes. "Well, I have my armor and my weapons."
"And in the bag?" He nodded toward the battered leather bag Sigrun had given me.
"Mead. We have the Mead to sustain Aidan."
A satisfied glint entered in his eye. "I will have the Mead in exchange for Brisingamen. It is a small price to pay for taking away such a coveted treasure."
I hesitated. "Can we keep a little, in case Aidan needs it before we get back to Asgard?"
He shook his head, "You will go straight to Asgard. I want all of it. Every drop is important."
I nodded. The trade made sense if we could go straight into Asgard from here. Then we'd go right to Freya with the necklace.
Nidhogg disappeared in a shower of golden dust. He wasn't gone long though, back within seconds with rest of the necklace in his hand. He headed to a table at the side of the dais where Aidan and I joined him. Laying the piece down carefully, he nodded at my neck where the other three pieces glowed brighter than ever before. So bright, I couldn't stand to look at them.
I removed the three pendants from my neck, slipping the one my father had bequeathed me off the leather thong it shared with the golden Glasir leaf. Reluctance slowed my hand. I didn't want to part with the one source of comfort I'd depended upon for the last five months. The pendant and its smaller sisters lay in my quivering palm. And when the dragon-man took the pieces away I felt bereft, serenity ripped from within my clenched fingers.
If he had noticed my discomfort he ignored it, and I was silently grateful.
"I see this piece of Brisingamen has been set in silver." Nidhogg noted with a frown.
I shrugged. "That’s how I received it." I stared at my pendant, more worried now that he wouldn’t help me because the pendant had been re-set. "Is that going to be a problem?"
"Not really." He said with the merest of nods. He ran his thumb over the fine network of silver that encased the pendant and solid metal melted into nothing. Then the dragon man smiled.
He set about arranging the pieces; long, tapered and elegant fingers worked effortlessly to bind each gem together, restoring the necklace to its former glory. At last, he touched his finger to the broken links and joined them together one at a time. Leaning forward, I studied the links. Perfect, even if I had to shade my eyes from the glare.
The necklace shone like the circle of suns it was known to be. "There you have it. Brisingamen." He held it up to me. "You should wear it until you get back to Asgard. Do not part with it for anyone."
I nodded as he fitted it around my neck and stepped away from me. I arranged my hair to cover most of the glowing jewels and turned to Aidan, who now leaned against a nearby wall, his eyes half-closed. Nidhogg seemed in no need of chairs for unexpected guests. Aidan looked ready for the grave, eyes black and hollowed, cheekbones poking from beneath thinned blue-tinged skin.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," I said to Nidhogg, smiling brighter than I'd smiled in a long time.
"It was a good trade. I will show you the way."
He turned to the rock face at our right. The black rock softened, liquefied and swirled like a whirlpool. Then it evaporated and a doorway appeared. He stepped into a dark passageway, a carbon copy of the ones we'd used to get to Nidhogg.
He beckoned, and I held on to Aidan, supporting him as we followed our dragon-man through a series of tunnels. Wings flapped in the darkness above me, and Hugin rejoined our little procession.
After a few minutes, the passageway ended in a small cave. We stopped. Nidhogg stood in the center of the cave and waved his hand. A shimmering circle of rainbow-speckled mist grew, and I wondered why Muspell had such beautiful entrances to the Bifrost whereas even Asgard's entrance was plain and seemingly invisible.
"The Rainbow of the Gods," he said with an elegant flourish of his hand.
"Thank you, Nidhogg." I wasn't sure how else I could express my gratitude except for words. A hug would probably seem too forward and might get me in more trouble than I could afford right now.
His laughter took me by surprise.
"I am
the
Nidhogg. The Master of the Nidhogg, the race of dragons who live within Muspell. Did Hugin not tell you this?" He cast a disparaging eye at the raven on my shoulder.
"Hugin has an interesting method of imparting information," I said with a wry smile.
"My name is Steinn and I am a Nidhogg." He smiled, unaffected by my ignorance. I released a tense breath, freeing the pent-up fear that I'd just offended him.
I returned his wave as we stepped into the swirling entrance to the Bifrost. We huddled through and walked straight into the transfer room in Asgard.
I studied Aidan; my first concern was how he'd fared after our journey on the Bridge. His pallor had worsened, and he leaned more of his weight on me as we regained our footing on Asgard ground. He really did look like the walking dead.
Then a spike of exhilaration replaced the turmoil in my stomach. We had won! My arms stayed where they were, tight around his waist, while his fingers moved from my shoulder to the curve of my neck. Pulling me close, keeping me close. The nature of the air changed; electricity rippled around us, between our bodies, which were so close hardly a breadth of air could pass between us.
I forgot to breath, just absorbed Aidan into my pores. It wasn't as if either of us had much of a choice. An inexplicable force pulled us together, body seeking body, skin needing skin. Breath breathing breath. Our lips met in an explosion of honeyed heat, building to a frenzied crescendo that threatened to consume us both whole.
The door slammed open, iron handle crashing into the wall. Sigrun entered, a smile brightening her face as she ran forward and threw her arms around me. I blinked, still awash with heat and an emotion I'd never felt before. I tugged at Sigrun's arms, putting much needed space between us.
"Oh my. I am so very happy you are back! Freya arrived in Asgard two days ago, in case you arrived early. Did you find it?" Her eyes gleamed with happiness as she waited for my answer.
I nodded and smiled, glad she was the first person I saw. And yet something felt off. I brushed it off as tiredness. My wounds hadn't fully healed and I suspected the bullet had pulverized my rib on its journey through my torso.
She grabbed me and hugged me again. I winced and swallowed a gasp of dizzying agony. Sigrun was a wonderful friend, and terribly kind too, but she wasn't the over-effusive, touchy-feely type. She must really have missed me. "So where is it?" she asked. "Can I see Brisingamen?"
"I have it here." I pointed at my neck, where the necklace peeked out from under the collar of my coat. I was vaguely aware that we'd arrived still wearing our Midgard clothing. "I'm going to take it straight to Freya."
"Please, Brynhildr, could I see it? Once you give it to Freya she will be gone, and we seldom get to see Brisingamen. And never up close." Sigrun smiled.
I opened the top button of my coat and allowed her to get a good look. If Brisingamen was this much of a renowned object, it was no surprise that anyone would want to get a look up close.
"Brynhildr, do you think you could let me wear it? Just for the tiniest second? Please. It would mean the world to me." Sigrun clasped her fingers together beneath her chin and pleaded, her eyes filled with pure expectation.
"Sure." I started to hand it over to my friend, until the tight grasp of Aidan's fingers on my forearm stopped me.
"Bryn, remember what Steinn said." Aidan's weak voice brought me back to reality. "
Don't part with it for anyone.
We should be going."
I glanced at Sigrun, apologetically and maybe a little suspiciously. Why would she have made such a request? But it was her reaction that was more befuddling. Her eyes glowered, her fury so palpable it fairly twisted her face with red rage. I retreated, worried and upset. I'd never seen Sigrun this angry before, and I was torn between hurrying to Freya and comforting my friend.
But we had no time to waste. Aidan looked ready to fall apart. I grabbed his hand and pulled it around my neck, slipping my arm around his waist. I'd carry him if I could, but Aidan would never allow such a thing, so I didn't bother to offer. Didn't want to offend his male ego.
We left the room, entering the darkened hallway. We cast strange and ghoulish shadows as we trudged along; torch lights flickered wildly on the walls. Sigrun's low scream of frustration followed us, evolving into a guttural growl that raised the hair on the back of my neck. My feet dragged and I stopped, the warmth in my blood slowly eking out.
We turned to face the growling monster standing behind us, cloaked in shadows, eyes glowing so much like the amber necklace encircling my neck. She . . . no,
he
snarled, yellow teeth bared to black-mottled gums, saliva glistening in anticipation of the taste of our flesh. The amber eyes swirled and an arctic fist rammed into my gut.
Loki.
He padded toward us, and instinct bade me move in front of Aidan. No way was I allowing him to play big strong protector when he damned well needed the protection himself. Thankfully, Aidan didn't put up a fight.
The massive wolf lowered his bristling body almost to the floor, then launched off his hind legs with all the force of godly power within those muscles. He flew at me, aiming his front paws at my chest, but I backpedaled further down the passage and away from Aidan.
Loki landed on the cold stone, skittering, claws scrabbling for footing. He growled, and goose bumps rippled on my skin. This was Loki, a powerful god. I had no business fighting him. But he wanted Brisingamen. How he intended to remove the necklace from my neck with those gleaming claws was a mystery to me, but that was beside the point. Aidan had so little time left.
Even now my heart did that funny little jumping dance when I remembered our recent kiss. It had been so long since we'd been so close. It sucked that Loki had to come by at just the right time to spoil my fun.
The hulking beast growled again; his thick black pelt shivered as he sprang again. This time I waited, drawing my sword from the leather scabbard in pained silence. He was almost on me. I brought my sword around in a wide arc, slamming the hilt into his skull with all the force I could muster. The animal fell to the ground beside me, disappearing into a shower of black smoke and puffs of glimmering light too pretty to be connected to this sneaky god.
The dense smoke spread, thicker, larger, until Loki in human guise stood before me, shaking with fury. He ran at me, smashing me into the wall, his forearm pressed into my throat, cutting off my circulation. I pushed, frantic to get him off me and away from the necklace, but no amount of strength could move him. My vision grew dark and heavy at the edges, until I almost passed out. All I could think of was Aidan at the mercy of this vindictive monster.
Then I was free, gasping for breath, rubbing my throat.
Aidan grunted. I looked up to see him and Loki embroiled in a fierce struggle, faces red and veined. Aidan had Loki around the neck, struggling to land a blow to the god’s gut. Loki fended off Aidan's hand. Aidan's breath came in short, tired bursts and my heart sank.
I pushed off the wall and grabbed at Loki. Aidan's strength had waned and he was unable to hold on to the god. Loki whirled, daring to bare his back at me, and slammed his fist into Aidan's midriff. All I heard was a desperately anguished groan as the blow landed.
Loki spun toward me, a triumphant sneer on his face, eyes honing in on my neck, where the necklace blazed in tandem with his fury. His face, blood-filled, feral, reduced my knees to Jell-O. So much for being a warrior maiden. I couldn't decide if my best choice was to run, or lash out at him.
Then we both were struck down, pain splicing my cheekbone as I fell to the cold stone. Loki fell with me, surprise, frustration and fury melding into an almost comical grimace.
Fenrir.
He fell upon Loki, trussing him up so fast I barely saw his hands move, and almost missed the glowing chain of gold he withdrew from his belt to wind around the tricky god’s hands. The second Fen's eyes met mine, I registered the irony. Fenrir had just captured the god Loki, trickster and troublemaker of the Aesir, who also happened to be his father.
***
A warm hand grasped my arm. I turned to stare into Sigrun's worried eyes. She glanced back at Fen as he drew the bristling Loki to his feet and marched him past us.
"What happened? Are you alright? Is Aidan alright?" Sigrun stared me up and down and did the same for Aidan. Her face fell at his condition. "The Mead?"