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Heimdall and Frigga rushed to Thor’s side as he cradled what was left of Bragi in his arms. “Cursed Moon Dog!” Thor howled. “You will not live to see the sun rise!”
Letting Bragi’s body slip to the ground, Thor stormed to his feet and was about to take off in the direction of Managarm’s bulldozer when he felt his mother’s grip on his arm, pulling him back.
“No! Not yet!” Frigga looked down at her son’s lifeless body. A deep wail rose in her throat, shaking the very leaves of the Yggdrasil and rattling the windows of the surrounding bulldozers. Frigga fell to her knees and rested Bragi’s head in her lap, bending over his body and covering his face with her tears.
Leaning hard on Freya for support, Sally scrambled over to kneel beside Frigga, but the goddess pushed her away. Wincing with pain, Sally clutched at her chest as she looked down at the huge hole in the center of Bragi’s body, still smoking from Managarm’s magickal blast. Her breath came in quick spasms, but instead of fearing cardiac arrest, Sally recognized her frustrated fury.
Swallowing the bile rising in her throat, Sally lifted cold eyes to stare down Managarm.
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