*Erik*
I can’t heal it, Hati tells me as I cough and some blood comes out.
You have to, I tell him, though I don’t know why. I try to take a deep breath, but my lungs do not feel like they will fill.
“Thorolf,” I call, but it is raspy and quiet. Still, he hears me and comes from the house. “Go get your father. Now.”
“But the snake..”
I shake my head. “It is harmless. It is not a snake like the one that drips on Loki. Go. Quickly. Do you remember the way?”
He nods, and his eyes grow wide when he sees the blood. I cough once more, and more blood escapes me. He nods again and turns, taking off in a sprint down the path.
“It will one day be your undoing,” I remember Odin’s words from long ago echoing through my head. This is it. This is my time. He had warned me, and I kne
