Dragons of Asgard 3 by Logan Jacobs (thriller novels to read txt) 📕

All four little dragons nodded, and I bit my lip as I looked at where they sat on the girls’ shoulders.

“I think you all should walk on the ground, actually,” I added. “Except for Svass, you’re small enough, Eira can carry you without it looking suspicious. But you need to be in her arms instead of on her shoulders.”

Blar, Inger, and Uffe hopped down from our shoulders, and I expected Svass to stay in Eira’s arms, but the little yellow dragon flew down to join them.

“Are you sure?” Eira asked her, but Svass just nodded and then looked at me with determined pink eyes.

The little dragon already felt an incredible sense of loyalty to us all, and even though she was small, I knew she understood what was happening to her brethren and would do whatever she could to stop it.

“Kas,” I said. “Can you make us some leashes?”

“I’m sure I can,” she answered before she reached over and pulled out a strand of Eira’s hair.

“Ow!” the redhead squeaked, and she turned to look at Kas with horrified green eyes. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry,” the strawberry-blonde apologized. “I need something to make the leashes from, and your hair is the longest.”

“You could’ve just asked,” the redhead said with a terrifying glare.

“I figured it would hurt less if it was a surprise.” Kas smiled and ignored Eira’s attempt to scare her.

We’d all seen the softer side of the redhead by now, so it was hard to take her glare seriously.

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Eira snorted.

“We’ve been in battle with you several times, and I’ve never heard you say ‘ow’,” Asta noted as she cocked her head to the side curiously. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t get hurt in battle,” Eira countered.

“Are you hurt now?” Asta asked, and her yellow eyes were full of concern.

Her blatant innocence was all that saved her from seeming like a total arsehole for calling Eira out on squealing at a little hair pull, and I couldn’t help but snicker into my hand.

“I guess not,” Eira said dryly, and she turned to me and pointed a thumb at Asta. “Teach your elf some manners.”

“Sorry,” I laughed and shrugged. “She doesn’t know any better.”

“I was only inquiring if you were injured.” Asta frowned at the beautiful redheaded warband leader.

“I know, I know,” Eira chuckled and rolled her eyes, and then she playfully pushed the elf girl on the arm. “Next time, don’t bring it up if I say ‘ow’, okay?”

“Okay, I will not say a word,” Asta said as she put her hand over her mouth.

“All done,” Kas announced, and she handed each of us a leash.

The lead looked and felt exactly like real rope, but I knew it was just her illusion magic. Still, it would do the job, and it would also ensure the dragons could easily break free if they needed to.

“Thank you,” I told the strawberry-blonde as I took the leash.

Once we got all the dragons hooked up to their leashes, I nodded and led everyone down the huge ice steps.

Blar pulled on the lead, and I had to hold it steady to stop him from trying to take off.

“Behave,” I told him, and I looked over at where all the other little dragons walked easily in front of the girls

I rolled my eyes at my blue buddy, and he glared and then rolled his eyes back at me as if he were mocking my gesture. He stopped pulling the leash, though, so I just shrugged it off and continued down the steps.

The market was incredibly crowded and loud, and it was filled with vendors and smells I’d never had the pleasure of inhaling before. I was surprised to find the Jotunheim food smelled so good, and I wasn’t sure if it actually smelled delicious, or if I was simply hungry.

Either way, I was determined to get some before we left.

It almost felt wrong to think about buying food from my realm’s enemies, but I knew the majority of these frost giants were just average citizens trying to live their lives and sell their wares. It didn’t hurt to give them a few coins for a scrumptious meal, and we probably had some time to kill anyway.

I led the girls through the crowd, and I even saw a couple other frost giants with snow leopards on leashes, though they were much larger than the little dragons appeared to be. A few citizens saw the babies and smiled at them, but nobody approached to ask to pet them like they usually did in Asgard.

As we walked through the market, I glanced at all the booths around us. Some of them looked just like Asgardian booths, with large tunics, weapons, and armor for sale. There were a few differences, namely in the size of the clothing and armor, but overall, it felt almost like home.

There was a huge frost giant female behind a booth to our right, and all over the wooden walls were pegs with jewelry hung on them. There were necklaces, bracelets, rings, and even chains that looked like they were meant to be worn on the hips and feet. Most of the jewelry was made with silver, and there were various stones set in them. A lot of the gems were blue in color, but there were a very few that were red, green, and gold.

“Oh, everything is beautiful,” Asta said with a smile as she glanced around. “And it smells wonderful.”

“Yeah, it’s making me hungry,” Kas said.

“Me, too,” Eira agreed before she lowered her voice. “Rath found some coins on the man he killed earlier.”

“We did, too,” Kas snickered.

“We should have plenty.” I nodded. “Should we find some food?”

“It can’t hurt.” Eira shrugged. “We’re going to be here