I shrugged. “Not in so many words, but the evidence points that way. They said the world would burn. Loki is quite the pyromaniac, and I have no doubt that, once Surtr leaves Muspellheim, there will be much aflame. But, honestly, I don’t know what the prophecy truly means. Maybe they’re talking about lots of forest fires during an especially hot summer.”
“I doubt that. The sirens did not speak idly to heroes of insignificant events.”
“Ah, so you’ve heard about their accuracy?”
“Indeed. Is there something we can do? Because our divination suggested some sort of fire would be started here.”
“It did?”
“Yes. You know I do not joke about such things.”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t know why a fire would start— what?” Granuaile had tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. Once she had it, she pointed up. “Oh,” I said. “Now it makes sense. Incoming!”
A large ball of fire was headed straight for us, arcing out of the western sky. We gave ground, and a palpable shock wave buffeted us when the fireball hit the earth. A twelve-foot-tall madman cackled in the midst of it while clasping his hands together in glee.
“There!” Loki said, his face intensely pleased. “Fff-fff-fffound you!”
Kevin Hearne, Trapped
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