“Uh...”
“I told her,” Kirill covered for me. “Emma had dreams of Fenrir; ve believe zey are fated.”
What the fuck is going on today?” Ull asked with a laugh. “First those weird visions and now this. We need to figure this shit out.”
“I'm trying to,” I huffed.
“Well, if you really think this human should meet Fenrir, I'll give him a call,” Ull said.
“You know him?” Emma asked hopefully.
“Yeah; I'm friends with his firstborn son, Trevor,” Ull said.
My whole body shook when I heard the name, and Kirill steadied me with a knowing look.
“Vervain?” Thor asked as he drew me away from Kirill.
“I'm just tired and a little cold,” I whispered as I glanced back at Kirill.
Kirill nodded and smiled at me gently; he knew the name as well as I did. Trevor; it was written on my heart beside Kirill. A pair of golden-brown eyes filled my mind suddenly, and I shivered with the rush of love that came with them. Honey-Eyes; Trevor had eyes the color of warm honey.
“Let's get you a drink,” Thor said as he ushered me down the hallway.
“Invite your friend over too,” I called back to Ull. “I'd like to meet him.”
“You got it, Mom,” Ull said.
Once again, Ull affected me with a single word; Mom. Why was it so heartbreaking for me? I kept seeing him as a child, but I knew that I had never been around Ull as a baby; not even when I was Sabine.
Let that one go, sweetheart,Alaric said gently.Trust me on this.
Chapter Fifteen
“Now, darling,” Thor said as he settled me on his lap, “tell me everything.”
Sometimes, I loved being on Thor's lap, and at other times, it felt a bit patronizing. This was one of the latter. I scooted away from Thor and settled onto the couch beside him. This did not sit well with Thor, and yes; I intended that pun too.
“Now, you're pulling away from me?” Thor growled. “What's going on, Vervain?”
“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to pull away,” I said. “With your tone, it just felt a little like I was on Santa's knee.”
“My father is the Santa archetype; not me.” Thor smirked as he relaxed. “But seriously, darling; I'm getting worried.”
You should be,Alaric said.
Another private moment here!I snapped.
Oh, fine,he huffed.
“There's nothing to worry about.” I went back onto Thor's lap, but this time, I straddled him. I felt more like a woman that way; more in control. “You know that something strange is happening, but it doesn't have to change us, does it?”
I comforted Thor automatically; something inside me wanting him to have this time to be blissfully ignorant. If I really had to give Thor up and go back to a different me, I intended to give him as much love as I could while I could.
“No; never,” Thor vowed as he drew my face down for a kiss.
I leaned into Thor and his kiss; enjoying the taste and feel of my husband. I remembered our weddings so vividly. We'd had a traditional, human ceremony for my family in Hawaii. Thor had won a tux and pulled his hair back into a gleaming ponytail. I had walked down the aisle in a Vera Wang gown; a classic style in lace and silk. We had cake and danced and drank at a ritzy hotel in Honolulu for our reception. It had been perfect.
But then came the traditional Viking ceremony. Quick fact; the term “honeymoon” comes from the Vikings. We had to drink bride-ale at our feast; presented to me by Thor in this gorgeous chalice he called a loving cup. The ale was actually mead—a honey-based wine—and there was enough of this particular batch made so that Thor and I could drink it for an entire month; our honeymoon.
