The underworld halls glowed red, walls of molten rock pulsing with heat. Magni's sprawling family bustled around, offering blankets stitched from fireproof fabric and steaming cups of thick, bubbling lava chocolate.
An aunt with the cinder-wings set steaming mugs in their hands, speaking in what limited English she knows.
"Drink. Lava chocolate. Hot. Very hot."
Magni blew on his and grinned. "Hot is fine. We live in hot."
A cousin with horns leaned over Ymir. "Good for blood. You are pale. Drink."
Ymir took a cautious sip. His eyes widened. "…It's strong."
Magni laughed. "You get used to it. I used to drink whole kettles when I was a boy."
"You still do," the cousin said dryly, earning a ripple of laughter from the others.
Another cousin with ember hair crouched beside Hermes, eyeing his unconscious form. "Strange one, this. He looks small. Too small to roar like he did."
