Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (first ebook reader txt) 📗

was a table set up between them that held the tea kettle, along with various cookies and other sweets. The dwarf we were after was definitely there, but he didn’t look concerned at all that his friends had been killed.

Upon closer inspection, I realized the others were the same dwarves from the field. They must have used some sort of magic then to make us think we’d killed them when they actually just ran away like the little cowards they were.

Still, the sight of them calmly sipping tea and eating cookies was more than I could bear. My fist clenched harder around my blade, and my teeth ground together as I tried to contain myself.

The room the dwarves were in was beautiful. It was made of a white-and-black marbled stone, and there was a stone fireplace against the far wall. The dwarves all sat on extravagantly carved couches with velvet cushions, and the cups they sipped their drinks from were just as extravagant. Each of them wore a different-colored tunic, but they were all clearly made of satin or some other fine material that would cost me far too much money at the marketplace.

“What’s going on?” Kas whispered.

I closed my eyes and turned back to the girls.

“What is it?” Eira asked with a grim expression.

“It must be bad.” Asta frowned.

“What are they doing?” Kas pushed.

“Having tea,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Tea?” Kas scoffed.

“Those fuckers,” Eira growled, and her green eyes narrowed.

“Blar,” I said, and I turned to the little dragon on my shoulder. “I want you to teleport in there and blast them all with your fire. That should give us the jump we need to attack.”

Blar nodded and closed his eyes. A second later, a portal appeared, and he disappeared through it.

I knew we only had seconds before he hit those arseholes with his fire blast, but every millisecond seemed too long. These sonsabitches were having tea after they’d tried to buy stolen baby dragons just hours before? How cold-hearted could one person be?

I didn’t understand any of these arseholes, but at least the dealers we’d sought out to kill had been working when we’d found them. The traders acted like the criminals they were, and I could handle that better than I could deal with these dwarves sitting around the fire sipping tea as if they weren’t total pieces of shite.

These dwarves in their fancy home, with their fancy tea cups and nice clothes, I wanted to snap every single one of their necks with my bare hands.

I peered back out to den the dwarves were in, and I watched as Blar appeared in front of the fireplace. The little dragon blasted through the portal fire-breath first, and he sprayed the blue flame from side to side to make sure he got every one of the pieces of shite.

“Now,” I told the girls, and I charged out of the hallway into the small underground home.

Luckily, the main part of the house had high ceilings, so I was able to fully stand. However, everything was still incredibly tiny to me. The couches the dwarves were sitting on looked like children’s play things, but I didn’t let that distract me.

I pulled my sword to the side and sliced it clean through one of the ornate sofas. The two dwarves sitting on it and trying to shield themselves from Blar’s fire were cut in half, and the top halves of their bodies toppled over on top of one another.

The sound of teacups shattering and terrified screams filled the air as the girls and I attacked with a vengeance. The small creatures tried to fight back, but they were far outmatched when it came to both size and skill.

One jumped up onto the back of the sofa he’d been on, and then he smashed his teacup against the stone and held it up to me.

“You have no idea who you’re attacking!” he screeched as he waved the jagged cup back and forth. “You’re going to regret--”

His words were cut short as Blar came down from behind and sunk his talons into the dwarf’s shoulders, and the tiny man screamed as my dragon flew him over to the fire and tossed him in.

“Brutal,” I chuckled, and I watched the dwarf try to climb out of the flames as his skin blackened and sloughed off in sheets, until finally, his body went stiff.

When I looked around, there were no other opponents for me to take on. Asta and Kas had each taken out one opponent on their own, and from the looks of it, Eira had gotten two while Blar and I had three combined.

Seven tiny bodies were scattered around us in various states of disaster, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how comedically horrific the scene was.

“What’s so funny?” Eira asked as she wiped her bloody sword on one of the velvet sofa cushions.

“I just…” I laughed as I gestured all around the room. “It’s like a fucking children’s dollhouse massacre.”

The redhead looked around the room, and slowly, a smile crept onto her face.

“You’re right,” she chuckled. “They’re so small, even in their bloody, dead states, they’re still kind of cute.”

“I know!” I shook my head and covered my mouth to stifle another laugh.

“It must be kind of awful being so tiny,” Kas said. “These guys were arseholes, but I can understand why dwarves disguise themselves all the time. They probably don’t get taken seriously very often.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” Eira said. “And I feel bad for the good guys, but these sorry bastards, I’ll laugh at them all I can.”

“As you should,” the strawberry-blonde chuckled.

“Now that they’re taken care of,” I said. “We should search the place and see if we can find any information they might have on the trade.”

“Good idea.” Eira nodded.