The muffled noise of his steps against the snow drew Hrimgar's attention. Like a living tower, the jotun turned and leaned forward, shoving his ugly pale blue face down.
"Interesting." He tucked his fingers around his chin and raised his brow over Adam, not recognising his new looks. "How can something survive this eternal permafrost?" His gaze shifted to Mimir's strapped head. "Someone freed you, old friend? Lucky aren't we?"
Adam shook his head, going straight to the point as the biting cold assaulted his ashen skin. "We don't have time to engage in lengthy conversation. I'm the lord you interacted with ten years ago. We need you to open the spatial tear to my demon den."
"You changed quite a bit, little demon." Hrimgar retrieved his pipe from his loincloth with a grin and took an icy puff. "Your disappearance almost thwarted Loki's plans."
Adam's scarlet and blue eyes narrowed. As expected. A shroud of deception accompanied everything he had obtained.
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