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

“I doubt it.” Kas shook her head. “My father has never judged anyone based on their species, and I’ve known him to have dealings with dwarves, elves, and even the gods of Vanaheim, so I wouldn’t doubt he has frost giant customers, too.”

“Your father has dealings with the Vanaheim gods?” Eira asked, and her green eyes went wide with shock.

“I’ve never actually seen any of them.” Kas shook her head. “He has this magic little box, and if they need something, a note appears in it. He makes the item, puts it in the box, it disappears, and the money appears.”

“That’s incredible,” Asta breathed, but then she shuddered. “I still hate that place, though.”

“It’s not my favorite, either,” I chuckled.

“You all have been to Vanaheim?” Eira asked, and her jaw nearly fell to the floor.

“Once.” I nodded. “And we don’t care to go back.”

“How was it?” she asked, clearly too excited to pay close attention to what I said. “It’s supposed to be the most beautiful of all the realms.”

“Also the most poisonous,” I said. “The air is some sort of drug, and we were all loopy from breathing it in.”

“Asta and I danced naked in a field for twelve hours while Rath laid in the grass,” Kas grumbled as her cheeks flared a ruby-red.

“Damn, sounds like a good time,” Eira snickered.

“Hardly,” the strawberry-blonde snorted.

“How did you all make it back if you were intoxicated from the air?” Eira inquired.

“Well, after Blar, Inger, and Uffe finished gorging themselves on berries, they decided to wake me up just in time to get us back through the portal that had already started to close,” I said, and I glared down at the little dragons.

Blar looked up and away from me, as if he had no idea what I was talking about.

“This was before we knew about Blar’s teleportation abilities,” Kas explained.

“Oh, wow,” Eira laughed. “Their little bellies nearly got you stuck in a realm forever.”

“Luckily, they came around.” I shook my head.

“Yes, luckily,” Kas chuckled and stood up. “We should go.”

“Right.” I nodded. “Everyone, act natural, feel free to wander over to the booths if you see anything suspicious. We don’t want to appear as though we aren’t here to shop at all.”

“Okay,” Eira agreed as she looked around. “There’s so many families here, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a frost giant family.”

“Are you surprised by that?” Asta asked.

“No.” Eira shook her head. “Anytime I’ve been in this realm, I’ve taken several lives out of it. I’m not surprised I’ve never seen a family. I’m sure they try to stay as hidden as they can.”

“I thought the same thing,” I told her. “It’s odd to have their realm seem so similar to ours.”

“Yeah.” Eira pursed her lips and jerked her chin toward one of the booths. “We’ve always been told how savage the frost giants were, but look at that family over there. The dad has the little girl on his shoulders. I’ve seen Asgardian parents do the same thing, but seeing such a mundane thing here… it’s really eye opening.”

“Let’s not forget we’re here to find the arseholes who stole dragon eggs,” Kas pointed out.

“Right,” the redhead said, and she tore her emerald eyes away from the frost giant family. “It seems like someone from every realm is involved with this horrific trade.”

“It does appear that way,” I sighed. “It’s incredibly sad to see how widespread it is.”

The girls nodded, and we started to walk down the main strip of the marketplace.

Every now and then a cart would come by, but for the most part it was just a whole lot of frost giants out shopping for the day.

The further we got down the marketplace, the more elaborate the booths became, until they were actual buildings carved into the ice around us.

Some of them appeared to be pubs, but I could only guess that based off the clientele who stood outside with huge glasses of some dark-colored liquid.

“I think we’re in the pub district,” Kas said after a few moments.

“We should go in a couple,” Eira suggested, and a mischievous smile played across her lips. “Bars are a great place to find criminals.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” I chuckled.

“How about that one?” Asta asked as she pointed to a building that took up a large area of the ice cavern wall.

The structure of the building was made of ice, but it had been dyed a dark blue, and a huge sign hung above the door with some strange looking flowers on it.

“Alright,” I agreed. “Let’s try that one.”

The sweet elf girl led us over to the bar, and she pulled the huge door open so we could step inside.

The place was dark, with only candles to light up the room with a faint, orange glow. Immediately, my nose was assaulted with an incredibly strong floral scent, and I wrinkled my nose in response to the intensity of the smell.

“Hm, where do we order drinks?” Asta asked as she looked around.

“Ohhh, are you looking for a drink?” a huge frost giant woman asked as she came from out of the shadows.

“We can help with whatever you’d like,” another one said, and she walked over to Eira and started to stroke her face as she leaned her body against the redhead.

“Of course, we can,” the first giant said, and it dawned on me then all she was wearing was a small pair of panties that barely covered her private parts, and a see-through tunic so her blue breasts were fully visible.

“Um, Asta,” I said through the side of my mouth. “I don’t think we’re in a bar.”

“What are you talking about?” the elf girl asked. “They just said they could help us.” She turned to