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

“Now, how are we going to hide them?” she asked, and she bit her lip.

“What about your illusion magic?” I asked.

“Okay,” Kas agreed. “But what would I disguise them as?”

“How about some snow?” I suggested. “You already piled them against the wall, and since we’re near the entrance of the caves, I don’t think it will be too suspicious for there to be some snow around.”

“Good idea,” Kas said, and she pulled out her spell book and quickly flipped it open.

Eira and Asta came back out of the tunnel carrying the large frost giant by the arms and legs as blood dripped from the body onto the icy floor.

I rushed over to help the girls, and we carried the man over to the pile of bodies and threw him on top.

“This should only take a moment,” Kas said. “The items are over there, everybody pick one.”

“We don’t even know what these guys looked like now,” Eira laughed. “I’ll probably pick the object from the ugliest sonofabitch here.”

“Does it matter?” Asta asked with a frown.

“No,” the redhead chuckled. “I was just teasing.”

“Oh, right.” The white-haired elf girl smiled and nodded.

While Kas cast the snow spell to disguise the bodies, Eira, Asta, and I made our way over to where several objects were laid out on the floor.

There was a large, beat-up axe that had obviously been well-used, a small black braided bracelet, a silver forearm guard, and a little leather pouch that smelled of herbs.

“I call the axe!” Eira yelled, and she snatched up the weapon before I even had a chance to reach for it.

“I’d like the herb pouch,” Asta said sweetly, and she batted her eyelashes at me.

“Go ahead,” I chuckled, and I glanced at the last two options. A bracelet, and a forearm guard. “I suppose I’ll take the armor.”

“Good choice,” Kas said as she walked up and picked up the bracelet off the ground. “Now, everybody gather around, this won’t take long.”

We each put on our objects, except for Eira, who holstered the axe on her hip next to her sword. Then Kas touched each of the objects and muttered something in the old language as red magic swirled around us.

We each got a turn with the sorceress, and once she was done, she stepped back, held up the small triangular piece of glass her father had used earlier with the dragons, and looked through it.

“I didn’t know you brought that!” Asta said with a smile. “I want to see!”

“I only realized I had when I was performing the cloaking spell,” Kas explained. “Father must have slipped it in my pocket.”

“It will probably come in handy, though,” Eira said. “Can you see through any enchantment with it?”

“Most.” Kas nodded. “Father is quite powerful, so any enchantment he could cast, we will be able to see through.”

“Nice,” the redhead said.

Asta ran over and took the glass Kas offered. The white-haired elf girl put it up to her eye and looked around with a huge grin, but her smile faded when she landed on Eira.

“Oh.” Asta frowned.

“What?” the redhead asked, and her brow furrowed with both anger and confusion. “What is it?”

“You are ugly,” the elf girl said simply.

“Fuck.” Eira shook her head. “I should’ve let Rath have the axe.”

“So I could be ugly?” I teased. “No, thank you.”

“I’m just glad you can’t see me like this without that little piece of glass,” she laughed. “I can’t have you thinking of me as some nasty blue giant.”

“Yeah, I like this form better.” I smirked.

“Would you like to see?” Asta asked as she moved to hand me the small piece of glass.

“Don’t you dare,” Eira threatened, and Asta stopped dead in her tracks.

The elf girl’s yellow eyes went wide as she looked at me, but I just shrugged and laughed it off.

“Alright,” Kas said. “I think we’re ready.”

“Yeah, but now we have no idea where to go,” Eira said.

I looked around at the open area we were in. There were several tunnels that led further into the caves, and at this point, I figured we just had to pick one.

“Kas,” I said. “Can you make a spell to keep track of where we’ve been?”

“You bet I can,” the strawberry-blonde said with a grin. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Kas muttered something in the old language, and some green sparkles appeared on our feet for a second before disappearing again.

“We haven’t cast this spell since the first day we went through the portals,” I chuckled.

“I know,” Kas said, and she looked at Blar on my shoulder. “He was so little then.”

“He could actually fit on my shoulder then,” I joked, and I grabbed onto Blar’s back foot on my hip and gave it a squeeze.

“I miss when he was so little,” Kas sighed.

Blar glared at her and turned his head away.

“She’s just kidding,” I laughed and scratched under his chin.

Kas rolled her eyes at the dramatic little dragon and then turned to look at all the tunnels around us. “Which one should we choose?”

“Hm.” I pursed my lips and looked around. “That one seems like our best bet.”

I pointed to the tunnel directly opposite of the entrance to the caves. It seemed to make sense that would be where the majority of people would naturally head, so I figured there had to be some sort of civilization down that way. Ramir had said a lot of frost giants lived in the caves, and I thought I remembered one of the arseholes we’d fought saying something about us coming into his city. I didn’t see any city around, but I figured there would probably be a few vendors or something once we found where people lived.

“I guess