Logan's POV
We stay in Svartalfheim for three days.
It isn't by choice, exactly. And it doesn't really feel like days passing.
Dad insists on more time in their library, apparently it's the first time he's seeing ancient dwarvish texts and he's fascinated by them. In all my years of growing up as the son of Alpha-Chief Martin Leif Whittaker, I'd almost forgotten that the big, strong leader of Lykandor is also a big fucking nerd. I left him to have his fun but he's not the only reason we stay.
The triplets— well, in their own words— they feel "sorry for us." Said that if we're actually heading for the base of Yggdrasil, a single sword isn't going to cut it. No pun intended, Borin had added with his gap-toothed grin, before Rurik cuffed him upside the head. All three had concluded we'd be dead meat without their help.
