Endre (Elsker Saga Book 2) (10 page)

I closed my eyes a third time and squeezed the necklace so hard the tiny hammer stabbed my hand. Suddenly I did feel something, but it wasn’t what I’d been going for. Needles pierced my skull from all sides and the backs of my eyeballs felt like they were on fire. My head throbbed and I grabbed at my temples. My chest rose and fell with no control on my part, and my body shook violently.

In all my nightmares, I’d never once given in to the pain. But with one final shake, I was consumed by the darkness.

I never even saw it coming.

“KRISTIA!” EMMA’S SHRIEK BROUGHT
me back from the darkness. Cold hands cupped my cheeks while something damp dabbed at my forehead. Was it a washrag? My eyes burned too much to open.

“Where am I?” My voice sounded shaky.

“In the living room. My God, Kristia, what happened? You’ve been convulsing for like, two minutes! You’re covered in sweat. We need to get you to the hospital.”

“In the living room…” I was in the living room. So I had done it then? But I wasn’t supposed to have actually moved—I’d only meant to travel in my mind. And I hadn’t seen mental pictures of the living room, only flashes of light as I’d been overcome with pain. “How did I get here?”

“I have no idea! We just heard a thud and came running.”

“Hospital, Kristia. Now.” Victoria was here too; both girls were in their pajamas. They must have jumped out of bed to help me.

“No, no thank you.” I sat up slowly. The pain that wracked my body ebbed just a tad. “I’m okay, really.”

“You are not.”

“Yes, I swear. I just need to lie down.”

Skeptically, Victoria helped me onto the couch while Emma ran for a glass of water. They sat with me until I convinced them I really was fine, which took two full episodes of
Sports Wives
. When the last episode ended, I let them walk me to my room.

“Are you sure you are all right? Have you ever had a seizure before?”

“I swear, Emma. I’m fine. Really. I’ll yell if I need anything.”

“You can’t yell if you’re having a seizure,” Victoria pointed out.

“I just… need to sleep. Really,” I added when Victoria gave me a pointed stare.

“All right. But if you want to tuck in with one of us just to be safe, you should probably head to my room. Emma snores.”

“I do not!” Emma squealed.

“You sure you will be all right, Kristia?” Victoria crossed her arms.

“I swear. I’m okay. Go to bed, really.”

“We’re right down the hall if you need anything.” Emma patted my legs and followed Victoria across the hall. I could hear their concerned whispers as they walked.

When they’d finally gone back to their rooms and all the lights were off, I grabbed my mobile from the nightstand dialed.

Olaug picked up on the third ring.

“I kind of did something.” My tone was steeped in guilt. Olaug listened to my confession in silence.

“Elsker and I told you not to try this on your own. You do not have the abilities to use this gift yet.”

“Clearly,” I grumbled.

“You are not supposed to physically travel. Can you imagine what would happen if you sent your
body
to the frost giants? Or the dark elves? Do you have any idea what they would do to you?” I knew Olaug was very upset with me.

“I’m so sorry, Olaug. I should never have done this.”

“You are right, you never should have done this. Thank Odin you only tried to see your living room. And thank Odin your friends were home. You could have been seriously hurt. Wait.” She stopped her tirade. “How did you manage to move?”

“I don’t know. I just did. I’m sorry, Olaug, I promise I won’t try it again until I’ve been changed.” I felt awful—Olaug had put a lot of effort into keeping me safe and getting me into Asgard. Here I was, throwing it away like yesterday’s leftovers because I couldn’t wait just a few more weeks.

“You had better not try this again, young lady. But how did you move? You are not a goddess yet; Asgard’s magic should not have worked on you.”

“Seriously, Olaug, I have no idea. I was picturing the living room and holding my necklace and—”

“Your necklace.” She made the connection I hadn’t. “It is elfin made.” An image of Elfie flashed in my mind, but I pushed it out.

“So? Wait, does this have anything to do with the Seer thing? Because honestly, the necklace has been really helpful with the whole Elf Man situation.”

“Kristia,” Olaug admonished. “Everything you do for the rest of your existence will have to do with you being the Seer. You do realize this?”

“I’m starting to.”

Her voice softened. “It is a tremendous honor to have been chosen, but it must also feel like a great burden. Especially as you are not from our world.”

“About that.” I’d been wondering. “How did a human end up being the one these Sisters prophesied to have this…” This what? Curse? Extreme inconvenience? Living nightmare? “…this power?”

“I do not know.” Olaug sighed. “It does not make sense that they would go outside the Aesir and Vanir. And Elsker cannot tell us why. The Sisters never explain their prophecies, even to their lesser Norns.”

Of course. I was gifted with a power Odin literally gave his eye for, and nobody seemed to know how I got so lucky.

“Is Odin upset they chose me instead of a real god? Like him?”

“He does not understand their choice, but he does not question it. He knows we each have our role to fill, and it was not his destiny to wield this power.”

So the ruler of Asgard was Zen. Even so, I’d have wagered good money he wished he’d asked the Norns about his fate before he handed over his eyeball.

“What does this all have to do with my necklace?” No point beating a dead fish. I moved back to the original question.

“Well, elfin-made objects bear elfin magic.”

“So it’s elf magic that’s making my necklace work? I thought it was Mjölnir?”

“It is both. As The Seer, you can channel Mjölnir’s magic through your necklace, but as a human, elfin magic can channel through you. It would not happen to a god; Asgardians are too powerful for that kind of magic. But because you are still human…” She sighed. “Kristia, please promise me you will not try this again until you have been changed and Elsker can properly train you. If you accidentally channeled the wrong kind of magic when you were trying to…” I could almost see her shaking her head on the other end of the phone. “Not to mention you do not know how to control your own energy. You have no idea how dangerous this could have been.”

“I won’t do it again. I’m sorry, really. I promise I’ll listen to you the next time you tell me not to do something.”

“You had better. Ull will never forgive me if I let anything happen to you.”

“I know.”

“And Kristia,” Olaug continued, “I’m afraid I cannot let Elsker instruct you until after you are changed. If the elfin magic affected you this strongly, then it is too risky to let it access your human form. Elsker can work with you as soon as you are back from your honeymoon.
After
you are immortal.”

“Aw.” I sighed, but I didn’t argue. I’d made a pretty bad judgment call tonight. Best to put my faith in the gods.

“I understand. And I won’t do anything until after I’m changed. I swear.” It was only a few more weeks, after all. I could control myself until then… couldn’t I?

It was not shaping up to be my night. I spent an hour counting the leaves on the tree outside my window before I passed out, and once I finally did, I was plagued with what I could only assume was a bridezilla-level wedding nightmare. I’d never even seen the girl Thor had chosen for Ull, so I had no idea if the one in my nightmare looked anything like the real Skadi. And since Ull had been more than clear that he’d never considered marrying her, I had no reason to be insecure, but as I tossed and turned, I dreamed about the goddess Ull’s father thought would be his perfect match.

“You can’t be serious, Njord. You’re dumping me?” An almost-pretty brunette sat on a granite bench. The long corridor was bordered with beveled columns, opening onto the lake surrounding the palace. It was clear to even my un-indoctrinated brain that we were somewhere inside an Asgardian castle.

“Try not to think of it like that, Skadi,” Njord pleaded with her. He was a handsome man with light eyes—a slighter, less intimidating version of Ull. “You know as well as I do you’re in love with someone else.”

“So?” Skadi swiped at her tears. “I’m with you, aren’t I?”

Njord sat beside her. “I can’t spend my life with someone who doesn’t love me.”

“I love you. Just not the way
you
want me to.” Skadi’s chocolate hair rippled around her shoulders as she let out a sigh. “I’m not like the rest of you.”

Njord rested a hand on Skadi’s knee. “I know you feel that way. But you’re a fighter. You could be happy if you let yourself.”

“Yeah, right.”

Njord shook his head. “You’re stronger than that. You’re an Asgardian.”

“Maybe I’m cut from a different cloth than the rest of you.”

“Maybe you are.” Njord stood and looked down at her.

“Don’t do that. I don’t need your pity.” Skadi rose, and for the first time I saw that she was tall—very tall. She’d have towered over me, and she stood eye to eye with Njord. Her sleeveless dress revealed thick, muscular arms and though she moved with typical Asgardian grace, she wasn’t what anyone would call delicate.

“I don’t pity you. I just wish you could see what I see in you.”

“Right. Because obviously you see just enough to dump me.”

“I told you, it’s not—”

“I don’t need you. Ull loves me more than you ever did. The prophecy just confused him.”

“Skadi.” Njord touched her shoulder and she jerked away. “Ragnarok is not the reason Ull turned you down.”

“Yes. It is.” Skadi spoke through clenched teeth. “Now that we’re older he can appreciate what I have to offer.”

“Oh, Skadi.” Njord stepped in to touch her, but Skadi slapped his hand away. “You haven’t heard.”

“Haven’t heard what?”

“Ull is getting married. To a mortal.”

Skadi was silent for a full ten seconds before the corridor was filled with animalistic shrieking.

“Ull fell in love with a human during one of his trips to Midgard. She knows what he is and she’s willing to stand with him at Ragnarok. They’re getting married this summer and Odin’s going to make her a goddess. Thor even signed off on it.”

“Thor likes me,” Skadi practically spat the words.

“Apparently the human won him over.”

“She’s going to be a goddess? Can that even happen?”

“I guess.” Njord crossed his arms over his chest. “Things are changing here. Ragnarok is coming. Odin couldn’t lose Ull so close to the final battle. Letting the mortal in was the only way to keep him.”

“The only way.” Skadi balled the fabric of her dress in sizeable hands. “What about me? He can marry me. We can fight together.”

“You can still fight together,” Njord pointed out. “We’re going to need every warrior we have. You know that.”

“I’m supposed to fight for a realm that’s letting humans in?”

“Not humans,” Njord corrected her. “One human. The woman Ull loves.”

“Ull doesn’t know love.” Skadi paced the hallway.

Njord watched as she stalked the corridor like a caged lion. “Maybe the human showed him that life doesn’t have to be miserable. There can be joy, even if the Norns did hand you a tough deck.”

“If you’re referring to my father, don’t.” Skadi stalked back down the hall. “That was years ago.”

“You’re obviously still hurting.”

“The only thing hurting me right now is getting dumped by a complete loser. I’m twice the warrior you’ll ever be.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and stared the pale man down.

“You win, Skadi.” Njord held his hands up in surrender and slowly backed down the hall. The lion was about to pounce.

“You’re right, I do,” Skadi screamed as Njord turned on his heel and walked away. “And don’t you ever forget it!” She stared at the blond god’s back as he turned the corner. When he was out of sight she dropped onto the granite bench and pulled her knees to her chest. She rocked herself back and forth. “Ull does love me. We’re going to be happy. Forever.”

I pulled myself out of the dream as fast as I could. I didn’t think it was a vision—with the exception of Elf Man’s visits, my visions were consistently mundane and rarely about anything of importance. I also knew I wasn’t suffering from insecurity. I’d won the bachelor god’s heart and even sold Thor on changing me. But none of that mattered. I didn’t want to linger in this twisted dream any longer than I already had. This was obviously the byproduct of some bizarre pre-honeymoon jitters. Or maybe I was just nervous about fitting into Asgard. Either way, I wasn’t going to get back to sleep. Since the night was pretty much a wash, I grabbed my blanket and headed to the couch. I flicked through the channels until I came to Emma’s favorite guilty pleasure: Late
Night Telly Shoppe
. I let the models displaying their as-seen-on-TV products numb my mind, and by some miracle I eventually drifted off.