Morgan's Fate

“We didn’t have him for years. Not really.”

“And he didn’t have us.”

The tension left his brother’s shoulders. “Yeah. I know. One more thing Grimm needs to pay for.” Magnus sighed deeply and pulled free of Morgan. “I’m thinking of changing my name again.”

“What’s wrong with Magnus?” He was rather fond of his brother’s name. They always picked their mortal names together, and he’d been pushing for Magnus for his twin for two centuries. Magnus had finally given in twenty-five years ago. The name just seemed right for him.

“No, not Magnus. Magnus was never the problem. I want to get rid of Grimm.”

“Oh.” Yeah, he could see why Magnus would want to change their other name. “But Dad’s name was Grimm.”

Magnus’s head snapped up, the beginnings of a scowl darkening his expression. “So is his.”

Morgan wasn’t averse to the idea of changing their names, but he wanted to make sure his twin had thought it through. “A lot of the relatives we love have Grimm as well. Jeff, for instance.”

Magnus snorted, amused, a habit he’d picked up from Logan. “Like he’s not already Jeffrey Saeter.”

“Jamie.”

“Jamie Yardley-Rudiger.”

There was only one other person they needed to talk about, but he wasn’t sure if Val would influence this decision or not. Besides, he had an idea of what last name they’d take if they could. “Then if we’re going to pick a new name, I think we should take Tate.”

He heard Skye suck in a breath, but she stayed silent.

Magnus stilled, his expression instantly lightening once more. “You’re all right with that?”

Morgan grinned at his twin. He should have known Magnus had a plan. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

“Yeah. I think it’s the right thing to do, to honor Kir and Logan’s sacrifice and ditch the Old Man’s taint.”

“What about Uncle Val? He’d still be a Grimm.”

“We can talk to him, see what he wants to do. I’m not certain he’ll want to hold on to the Grimm name any more than we do, but I’m not sure he’ll want Tate either.”

“They are brothers. He might be willing.”

“He might.”

Magnus was grinning so wide Morgan was surprised his lips didn’t hit his earlobes. If this helped ease his brother’s pain, Morgan would gladly become a Tate. “Then we talk to Kir and make sure it’s all right with him.”

“It’s more than all right.” Morgan jumped at the sound of Kir’s voice. He turned to find Kir in the doorway of Fred and Jeanne’s bedroom, tears in his eyes. “Having my family again…” Kir looked away and swallowed hard. “You have no idea what that means to me.”

“Hey, Blondie, what’s—” Logan stopped, took one look at Kir’s teary expression and shot a black look at Morgan and Magnus. “What happened?”

Morgan and Magnus exchanged a glance. Morgan shrugged. “We want to change our last name to Tate.”

Logan’s expression went completely blank. “Ah. Yeah, that would do it.” He wrapped Kir in his arms, his gaze tender. “Jordan’s gonna love this.”

Kir chuckled. “Yeah, she is.”

“You’re all right with this?”

Logan winked, and Morgan felt the flex of the Trickster’s magic surge through the room. “Morgan and Magnus Tate sounds fine to me.”

Morgan pulled out his wallet and stared at his driver’s license. There, in black and white, was the name Morgan Tate. “Cool.”

“Thank you.” Kir kissed Logan’s cheek and stepped out of his hold.

“You’re welcome.” Logan grimaced. “Now all we have to do is get Jormungandr and Sleipnir, and our family will be complete.”

Kir smiled at his lover. None of them were fooled by the forced cheer in Logan’s voice. They’d gotten to know him well in the close quarters they now lived in. That false bravado hid a bleeding heart. “We’ll find him and save him.”

“I know, Blondie. But right now we’ve got bigger fish to fry.” Logan nodded toward the twins. “You find the hammer yet?” He blinked, looking around the room as if seeing the boxes for the first time. “Why did you pack?”

“Frigg did it.”

Logan cursed viciously under his breath. “I’ll get started on the wards. Jeanne doesn’t need this shit.”

“Logan.” Morgan waited until he had Logan’s undivided attention. “I think Frigg might turn out to be as big a threat as Grimm. She’s gone beyond pissed and into psychotic. She thinks once you’re dead, Baldur will return to her.”

Thunder rumbled outside, and it didn’t come from him.

Oh, someone didn’t like that. One of the few things that could rouse Kir and unleash Baldur, leader of the gods, was a threat to either Logan or Jordan.

Logan nodded once, sharply, before turning and heading back down the narrow stairs of Jeanne’s row house. He’d use his magic to make sure the wards were strong enough to keep Jeanne’s home safe.

Kir glanced around the room with a slightly confused expression. “Frigg should have been able to find it easily. Are you certain she didn’t walk out with it? I mean, it’s not like the comic books, where Thor was the only one who could lift it.”

Logan snorted in disgust. “Please. With all the stuff they got wrong, like that stupid horned hat, you expected them to get that one right?”

“Get over the hat, Logan.” Kir’s tone was amused.

“We didn’t frisk her, so it’s possible she managed to sneak it out.” Morgan shuddered at the thought.

“Or not.” Kir shrugged. “It might still be here. Try calling it. Now that your father is gone, it should respond to either you or Magnus.”

“This I’ve got to see,” Skye muttered. She backed up until she was standing next to Kir. “I wish you could summon popcorn.”

Kir grinned. “So do I.”

He cocked an eyebrow at Magnus, who nodded. Magnus would call first, trying to pull Mjolnir to himself.

Morgan watched as his brother took a deep breath. Magnus held out his hand, his brows drawn together in concentration. “Come.”

Nothing happened.

“Try Norwegian.”

Magnus shrugged. “Komme til mig.”

Again, nothing happened. “Try saying its name.”

Magnus rolled his eyes. “Komme til mig, Mjolnir.”

Morgan crossed his arms. “Maybe I should try?”

“Damn it, it’s supposed to belong to both of us.” Magnus threw his hands in the air, that temper of his flaring up. “Mjolnir! Get your ass here now!”

Magnus flew across the room as a tiny flash of silver slammed into him. He hit the wall so hard he cracked the drywall.

“Holy shit.” Morgan fought his own laughter as Kir collapsed against the doorframe, giggling like a child. Skye laughed so hard she fell on her ass. “Hey, Magnus? I think you found Mjolnir.”

“Ow.”

Morgan fought his own laughter. “Good thing your head is so hard.”

“You suck so bad.” Magnus was slumped against the wall, a small silver pendant resting on his forehead. Already, a hammer-shaped bruise was forming where Mjolnir had struck him. He glared