The wolf-dragon froze at Ymir's command. Its frost-coated claws dug into the ground, breath steaming out in violent bursts. For a long second, nothing happened. Then its massive head lowered, cerulean eyes burning but… waiting.
Hermes' breath hitched. "…It listened."
Ymir stared at the creature, his hands trembling. "No. That's… impossible."
"Impossible?" Magni spread his arms like a preacher at a pulpit. "Behold! The scion of Skadi commands the frostbeast of legend! I could weep! Nay, I shall weep!"
His voice cracked theatrically, and he actually sniffled before slapping Ymir hard on the back. "Your Highness, you are glorious!"
"Don't call me that." Ymir snapped, though his voice lacked bite.
The wolf-dragon growled, and Hermes flinched, ready to fight again. But the beast didn't attack. Instead, it lowered its chest to the ground, like it was waiting.
"…No way." Hermes muttered. "It wants you to climb on."
Ymir blinked. "Absolutely not."
