Very Much Alive

you rape her before you beat her and crucified her?'

Logan looked at Travis and shivered as the full blast of the God of Justice's anger swept through the room. Grimm screamed, the power flowing through him, unable to stop the sheer magnitude that was Tyr in his justified wrath.

The shining figure of Tyr glided into the room, a glowing spear appearing in his left hand. Logan's jaw dropped when he saw it. It was Gungnir , the Godspear, the symbol of Odin's power.

So the rumors are true. Tyr handed Grimm the Godspear and stepped aside, letting him rule the gods. Son of a bitch. Which meant two things. Tyr was the oldest of them all. And he had the power to take back the gift he'd given Odin.

Which he'd just done.

'You may not have raped her—'

Logan sagged in relief.

'—but you tortured her. Your own grandchild. You murdered women and children, sacrificed them on the altar of your greed and lust for power. No more .'

Grimm laughed, and it wasn't a good one. “Fred. Adam. Stop him.'

Fred and Adam stood there, staring between the two men, fighting the compulsion in Grimm's voice.

'He tortured your daughter, Fred. Made Jamie bleed, and now he's blaming me for it. Do something!'

Fred blinked, and slowly began moving forward towards Tyr.

'Don't bother.'

Kir. Logan's eyes closed in relief. Even with his healing, the shit they'd been doing to him had hurt . And now this little side-trip into Hell could come to an end.

Kir stepped in, glowing, to stand beside Tyr. Both gods were glaring at Grimm. “Hi, Dad . Miss me?'

Grimm's eyes narrowed. “Imposter.'

Fred and Adam had stopped again, turning back and forth between the three men with dazed expressions on their faces. Logan snorted.

'Logan?'

Oh, hell no. He glared at Kir, who shrugged. “Tell me you did not bring Jordan here, Kir. Please, tell me

you didn't.'

'Oh my God. Logan, are you all right?” Jordan started to rush forward, only to be stopped by Kir.

'Don't worry.” Logan grinned, knowing it was lopsided. “It's only a flesh wound.” He tasted copper and licked his lips. His split lip was bleeding again.

'Untie him right now .” Jordan growled at her fathers, her little fists clenched at her sides.

The ropes binding him came undone. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Been practicing, have we?'

She flushed as he stood, twisting his neck to work the kinks out. “I wish, maybe I would have been able to get here sooner.'

He shook his head, knowing he'd have to explain to her later the nature of their magic.

'Is Jamie all right?'

'She's on her way to the hospital as we speak,” Tyr replied. Gungnir was pointed firmly at Grimm.

Jordan glared at both her fathers. “Did they know?'

Tyr shook his head. “No.'

Grimm held his hands out, smiling softly. “Come on, Travis. You know me. Can you honestly picture me hurting my granddaughter?'

'Yes.'

Grimm lowered his hands, his expression hurt. “How can you say that?'

Travis pulled his hand back. “Because Baldur, who is supposed to be dead, is standing right next to me.

You lied to us, Grimm. You lied to us all. You used Idun's apples to keep us all under your spell.'

Logan saw a familiar figure slip into the room. He wondered why no one else could see him, and tensed, getting ready to throw himself in front of Jordan and Kir, but with his injuries he might not make it in time.

His arm and ribs were mending, but they throbbed, nearly blinding him with the pain.

'Once the spell of the apples wore off I saw your lies for what they were.” Tyr's glow intensified. “And now you will pay.'

The figure moved, and Logan leapt.

But the shadow didn't move to Kir or Jordan. It went straight for Grimm.

Grimm gurgled as Vali slit his throat. “For Jamie.” He moaned as Vali pierced his heart. “For Hodr.”

The younger god looked straight at Kir, and pierced Grimm's femoral artery. “For Baldur.'

Grimm dropped to his knees, and Vali drove the dagger into his back, severing his spinal cord. “For Loki.” He watched with dispassionate eyes as Grimm collapsed, blood pooling beneath his body. He stepped back to watch his father die, his eyes cold and hard.

Then he took his dagger and attempted to pierce his own heart, only to find his wrist grasped firmly in Tyr's. “You have to let this end now, Tyr. My purpose is done.'

'What purpose? To torture us?” Logan was all for the other man's commitment to suicide. Hell, he was ready to look for some popcorn. He wondered if Val would wait long enough for him to go get some from the employee break room.

'You're why Kir and Logan are still alive, aren't you?” Jordan was staring thoughtfully at Val, who refused to meet her gaze, or anyone else's. His arm strained against Tyr's hold, muscles bulging. “You kept Grimm from succeeding, but you had to make it look good.” She smiled, that sweet, sweet smile Logan loved so much. “You were playing double agent, weren't you?'

Val's eyes closed, his shoulders slumping. He quit pulling against Tyr's hold. “My purpose is done, my brothers avenged. The betrayer is dead.'

Everyone looked down at Grimm's body...

'Fuck. Son of a bitch. Mother fucker.” Logan turned and saw the small window was open. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Why the hell didn't I see that one coming?'

'How did he get away?” Kir was glaring at the spot Grimm had been. His eyes followed the trail of blood across the floor, up the wall and out the window. “He could be anywhere by now!'

'He shouldn't have survived that.” Logan limped over to the window, pushing Adam Grey out of his way to do so. The other man was so stunned he didn't protest. “Unless...'

'He blood-bonded with my mother, I know that. It's possible he bonded with some other Jotun until he received the power to heal.” Logan and Val exchanged a look. Logan still wanted to see Val writhing on the end of a pointed stick, but he wanted to see Grimm there more.

'You pierced his heart. Unless Hel gave him a free pass, he should be dead.” Jordan frowned, confused.

“Shouldn't he?'

Logan frowned, thoughts racing through his mind. If Grimm had survived his wounds, wounds that would kill even a god, how had he gotten away? “Good question.'

Jordan watched as all of her relatives gathered in Grimm and Son's main conference room. Logan had been cleaned up as much as possible, but she still saw red every time she looked at her fathers. For their part they couldn't quite meet her eyes, the effects of Grimm's potion still strong in their systems. Kir was keeping a close eye on them, making sure they didn't get any closer to the three of them.

Frigg was seated in Grimm's old chair, her face cold and hard as she stared at Logan. Logan ignored her, whispering to Kir as the others filed in and took their seats. Frieda Grey took a seat by her brother, her eyes wide as they went back and forth between Kir, Logan and Jordan. Morgan and Magnus sat somewhere in the middle, somehow managing to look both protective and shamefaced at the same time.

It was an interesting look for her older stepbrothers. The fact that both men had come to the three of them and offered their apologies, along with a death threat should either of the two men ever make her unhappy, hadn't hurt.

'Y'know, the name thing is still kinda confusing. Frigg is Frederica, Freida is Freya, et cetera,” Jordan