Let’s so do this.
It was late, he was tired, and damn if he didn’t just want to collapse into bed, preferably with a certain blonde tucked tightly by his side. They’d found Mjolnir, but neither Morgan nor Magnus had been able to get it to change size from the tiny silver pendant to the great war hammer their father had wielded. They’d spent hours trying different things to get the damn pendant to change size.
Hell, at one point, when Skye was in the bathroom, Magnus had even chanted that fucking Wonder Twins thing in sheer desperation.
So here they were, sitting in Kir’s living room and listening to the murmur of his family’s voices as they discussed…whatever it was Jamie and Jeff were on about this time. He thought for a fleeting second he’d heard the name Vincente and groaned.
Please, no gold lamé briefs. I’ll be scarred for life.
Skye was still upset over their inability to get Mjolnir to obey them. She’d absently curled up in his lap when he tugged her down, placing her head against his shoulder with an exhausted yawn. The trust she was showing him was devastating. She’d actually listened to him and fallen asleep to the quiet chatter of his family, snug and secure in his arms. Morgan was beyond pleased with that. The only way having Skye in his lap could be better would be if they were both naked. Right where she belonged.
Morgan cuddled her closer, smiling as she sighed, her breath warm against his neck. He caught Fenris’s eye, smiling when the wolf nodded at him. Fenris understood, the wolf’s gaze constantly drawn to his mate, watchful and protective.
Morgan would pull down the moon for Skye.
“Hey.”
Morgan turned to find Kir holding out a key. He took it and stared at the plain M&M embossed on the key ring. “What’s this?”
Kir shrugged, looking embarrassed. “For some reason, I keep thinking you and Magnus aren’t going to be living together for much longer.” His gaze darted to Skye, who was snoring lightly in Morgan’s embrace. Who would have thought a Fate could be so fucking adorable? “Magnus is going to find his own destiny soon, and I think…”
“What?” Morgan kept his voice low. He didn’t want to wake Skye. She’d been through enough traumas for the evening.
“I think…” Kir smiled at where his own lovers sat, talking quietly to one another. Jordan was holding Logan’s hand, and whatever they were discussing had Logan smiling in a way he reserved solely for his lovers. “I think your brother’s fate is going to be more like mine.” He held up two keys, each with a peanut M&M on the key chain.
“Huh.” Now that was a surprise, and yet it wasn’t. Magnus with two lovers? Having two people to tame his rage made perfect sense. He’d seen his brother casting his eye toward both sexes, even if he’d tried to hide that interest from their father and grandfather. “One of them will be male.” Morgan was as certain of that as he was that Skye belonged to him.
Kir shrugged again. “I think so.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t explain how I know, I just do. Like I know Val will also find someone, and that Jörmungandr and Sleipnir will come home, but that Hel is already home and won’t be joining us.” He held up a fourth key with a seashell embossed on the key chain. “And neither Sleipnir nor Jörmungandr will be alone for long.”
“Thank fuck. Any idea how we’re going to get Sleipnir home?” Jordan put her hand over Logan’s.
“Not yet. Val has a few ideas, but mostly they consist of ‘let’s storm the castle.’”
“I like storming the castle. You either get the dragon or the princess. Either way, you win.” Everyone stared at Magnus. “What?”
Morgan chuckled. Magnus was free to pursue his interests just as Morgan was. He wished his brother luck. “Anyone else moving in that we need to worry about?”
Kir sighed. “I’ve made the key, but I don’t know if it will ever get used.” He held up a key that had a shield on it.
A police shield? Morgan squinted, trying to get a clearer look, but Kir tucked it back into his pocket. “Is that for who I think it’s for?”
“If she wants it, yes.”
“Good.” Antonia Morelli was one of them, whether the stubborn human liked it or not. A mortal with the blood of Valkyries in her, she’d used her powers to help Jeff heal after Grimm nearly skinned him alive. They all owed her more than they could ever repay. Fenris had gone so far as to declare her family, and if he knew Logan and Kir it wouldn’t be long before the police detective was sharing blood with them as well.
If Toni moved in with them, Morgan would welcome her with open arms. He glanced down at the top of Skye’s head. Well, as long as he didn’t have an armful of Norn, that was. “I hope she accepts. She belongs with us.”
“She does.” Kir stroked Skye’s hair away from her face, revealing the affection Kir seemed to have for all those he’d chosen to take under his wing. He could see why Jordan had given the blonde her heart. The man had a huge one of his own. “Take her home, Morgan. She needs you more than she needs the rest of us.”
“Are you sure?” Hope pounded through him. Was this Kir’s blessing to the union Morgan wanted so desperately with Skye?
“She’s lost everything all over again. The person she was, the person she thought she was. Even though she’s hiding it pretty well she’s got to be torn up inside, and it seems that, other than Val, you’re the one she trusts the most to protect her.”
He would. He would protect her from anything. Even himself. “I would, with my life.”
He tried not to jostle Skye as Jeff slapped him upside the head. “No dying. Geeze, what is it with the Grimm family? One more person declares a death wish, and I’m biting their ass. Hard.”
“We’re not Grimms anymore.”
Morgan held back a sigh. Damn it, Magnus. He’d just gotten cozy, too.
Morgan glanced over at his twin, who shrugged. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have blurted that out.” Magnus batted his lashes. “Forgive me? Pleeeeease?”
Morgan bit back a laugh. “Dickhead.”
Magnus grinned.
“What?” Jamie was glancing back and forth between them, obviously confused.
“Did Logan marry you to someone without telling you first?” Jordan shot Logan an annoyed glance, one he returned with the devilish smirk Morgan was more than familiar with seeing on his face.
“No, Logan didn’t marry us. We…” Magnus turned to Kir, who was smiling and nodding like a proud papa. “We decided we’d rather be Tates.”
Jeff’s startled breath was nearly drowned out by Jamie’s soft “Oh!”
“You’re a Yardley-Rudiger now, sweetheart.”
“And you’re a Saeter, elskede,” Fenris growled softly.
“I know, but I think I want my maiden name to be changed to Tate.”
“I agree. We’re more Kir’s family now than the Old Man’s.”
“You’re Fred’s children.” Morgan followed everyone else’s gaze to see Jeanne Grimm standing in the doorway of the spare bedroom, staring at her children through tear-filled eyes. “Hate Oliver Grimm all you want. Rant and rave, plan to kill him. Hell, I am. But your father was Fred Grimm, a good man with a good heart. Don’t disown your father for the actions of your grandfather.”
“We could make Fred a Tate too, Jeanne.” Logan smiled at Jeanne. “It would mean a lot to Kir to have all of his family back, including you and Fred.”
Kir nodded, but Jeanne shook her head. “No. I’m a Grimm. Oliver isn’t taking that away from me, not now, not ever.” She grimaced. “I can understand the temptation to get Oliver out of every part of your lives, but you can’t. Every family tree has a few rotten nuts. I’m not chopping the whole tree down for that. I’m just going to crush the nuts.”