“We haven’t seen anyone that might be Jormungand.” Antonio said. He was very careful with his words. Surt had a short fuse and he was only working with him because they had a mutual agreement. Both wanting the same thing, and this world would be theirs once Ragnarok started.  “Where have you searched?”Surt demanded, and was bruised on half his body. Surt wasn’t moving his one arm all that well, but Antonio had seen him tossed by that sea serpent before he’d suddenly changed below the waves. He was surprised that Surt didn’t have broken bones, but he was moving slower. “We are still searching, mostly along the shores as he’d want to stick to the ocean. The iron collar will contain his size for now. The magic imbued will probably let him shift to a smaller form for short periods. So he could still be out there. Thor hasn’t made an appearance either, both s

“If I could have bitten it I would have.” Jormungad said to the screen. This was interesting, this video chat. He could see his siblings. He hadn’t seen their faces in millennia. Only heard Hel’s voice, which she was the one to ask if he could get at the ring by biting it. They were talking about his issue and whether they should meet yet “From what I have found, which you said the ring is made of iron?” Serenity gave a nod. She was sitting cross legged in the chair that he stood behind. “The magic of iron is that you can control size. It’s properties were used in the past to trap giants in controllable size. Also if you shift you might be unable to keep form for long. Kind of why chains were made out of it, strong. Imbued with magic it will only let you get so big. Your body knows this. If you got larger it would slice into your neck and kill you. Or if you push the boundary of the magic in it.” Well tha

Jormungand felt amazing and sore at the same time. It sucked that he couldn’t keep his giant form for extend periods, but he had eaten or sucked the energy out of all those in the other room. He felt pretty damn near full. He'd been stabbed and shot a few times, but that would heal. A couple of the wounds were bad, but with the influx of energy he was going to be fine. He’d moved back toward the room Serenity had been in after killing two more. One having stabbed him in the side, the one thing he hated about this flesh. It was easy to damage. He saw Serenity on the floor and the demon over her, she was struggling with him and the demon struck her. He just rushed forward and took the demon right through the wall. He could smell a bit of her blood and it wasn’t acceptable. She was his charge at the moment. This son of a bitch didn’t have rights to her or to harm what he promised wasn’t going to come to harm

Serenity was not happy right now. She had to climb out of a canyon and then they walked six miles before Jormungand forced a car to stop. They just took it. She didn’t even protest leaving the couple there on the side of the road, but they did leave them water. She drove and she drove fast to Las Vegas. Neither spoke, he had pulled some metal bar out of his shoulder and it was still bleeding, it wasn’t closing. He was holding a shirt he found in the back seat to it. They parked the car in a back lot area and then got out. “Here, let me see it.” She said when they were standing at the back of the car. He didn’t have clothes. He stared at her for a minute and she made a motion. The wound was nasty looking, and still bleeding. She didn’t get why. “What’s wrong, why isn’t it healing?” She asked. “I’m sure it was coat

Jor was staring at the back of her head as they walked however. She had this happier bounce to her step. A kind of chipper air to her as well and he frowned. He’d heard what she said about her suffering, the fact she was kept by demons. She even killed the one with cost to herself physically. Yet here she was happy with the agreement they just made, she had smiled a few times. How did she find life worth anything with what she had seen? How could she argue with him about it? What disturbed him more was what she said about his siblings. He wasn’t going to lose them like she said. Though he thought about it, he thought about what he felt for them. How long had it been since he’d willfully reached out to them? It had been a very long time until he felt Fenrir wake and Hel’s presence. He’d thought it meant it was finally a start, an end to this miserable existence. Maybe he had been pushing away the one thing