“If Loki is free, is it already too late?” I asked. Loki had warned me that when Ragnarok began, he would sail the ship to Asgard, destroy the gods, steal their Pop-Tarts, and otherwise cause mass chaos. I remembered visiting that ship in a dream, standing on the deck of a Viking longboat the size of an aircraft carrier and made entirely from the toenails and fingernails of the dead. Now that Loki is free, he has gone to the docks, where he hopes to complete construction of Naglfar.” “This place where my father went…” she said.

Sam stared at the ball bearings bouncing back and forth. Helgi brushed some food scraps out of his beard.

“I’m not you, Alex! I can’t…” Sam gestured vaguely at her sister, as if to indicate all the things Alex was that Sam could never be. “You can learn to fight it,” Alex interrupted. But after what happened the last two times I faced my father, the ease with which he controlled me-” “Sir,” she said, “I will do as I’m ordered. She didn’t look surprised-more like she’d lost the final appeal for a death sentence she’d been fighting her entire life.

Samirah al-Abbas…your next mission as Odin’s Valkyrie in charge of special operations will be to find your father and put him back in chains.” “Loki has escaped, but we know where he is.

Where to find helgi after dark