Trapped

Granuaile asked. She crossed one leg over the other and leaned on her staff.
    » Perun will remember this, « I said, catching his eye. » Remember when we were in Siberia and we ate that rabbit stew and told stories before we went to Asgard? «
    » Da , I remember. I say, ‘Next time, eat bear.’ «
    › I like the way this guy thinks. ‹
    » Well, after dinner, Väinämöinen told us that story about the sea serpent. And I didn’t say anything then, but there is this old time-bomb prophecy that the sirens spoke to Odysseus when he was tied to the mast—the only one that hasn’t come true yet, and I thought the clock started ticking then. The prophecy goes like this: ‘Thirteen years from the date a white beard sups on hares and talks of sea serpents, the world will burn.’ «
    » That’s weird, « Granuaile said.
    » Is more than weird. Is unhappy stomach from spicy food. Is ass on fire, « Perun asserted.
    » What? « Granuaile cried, unused to Perun’s attempts to be colorful in English.
    Perun shrugged and tried again. » I mean is much discomfort. Ass on fire is very bad, yes? «
    » Agreed, « I said, » but those same sirens accurately predicted the rise of Genghis Khan, the American Revolution, and the bombing of Hiroshima. That pattern suggests they’re talking about something bigger than a small fire, camp or ass or otherwise. «
    › That reminds me! I never did muster my horde on the Mongolian steppes. ‹
    » You think my world is world of this prophecy? « Perun asked.
    » No, I don’t think the sirens would speak of planes other than this one. Plus we’re a year too early. But that’s what has me worried: The prophecies regarding Ragnarok aren’t worth a damn anymore, yet it still might happen now that Loki’s free. The sirens of Odysseus were always right, but maybe this time they’re going to be wrong—or maybe just off by a year. I don’t know. Killing the Norns screwed up everything. I suppose all I know is that there’s a tsunami of shit heading toward a ten-dollar fan and we’re standing on the fan. Jesus spoke to me of cataclysms, plural, and maybe we could avoid them if we got rid of both Loki and Hel, but who knows if Ganesha and his gang will let me pursue that now, because I promised I’d wait until— «
    » Atticus, « Granuaile said, touching me gently on the arm. » You’ve stopped making sense. Calm down. «
    » Right. Thanks. I need to slow down. You know what sucks about prophecies? «
    » They never predict anything fun, « Granuaile answered. » Just once I’d like to hear a prophet tell someone, ‘Thou shalt win a bitchin’ Camaro on a game show.’ «
    » Good point, but I was going to say that everybody has them. Prophets have been around as long as prostitutes. «
    › Often in the same bed, ba-doom-boom! ‹
    » You can’t figure out who to believe, « I continued, » so you wind up treating all the prophets like Cassandras, but some of them really are correct. Hitting on the right one before their prophecy comes true, though—that’s the trick. Worse odds than roulette. «
    » You hit women named Cassandra? « Perun said, frowning. » Is not right to hit women, even if name is ugly. «
    » What? Perun, I think you misunderstood. «
    » Oh. « He looked crestfallen. » I am reminded many times. English is not best language for me. «
    » I speak Russian now, though it’s not my best language either, « Granuaile said. » We could switch to that if you’d like, if you would talk slowly and pronounce everything clearly. «
    Perun grinned. » Da , that would be wonderful! « We made the switch, and I tried to speak slowly for Granuaile’s benefit.
    » I’ve been thinking for a while now, « I said, » that this prophecy about the world burning might be linked to Ragnarok, thanks to what we did in Asgard. That’s why seeing Loki free is seriously disturbing. His release was always the trigger of Ragnarok in the old tales. «
    Granuaile frowned. » Yeah, but wasn’t he supposed to ride a ship of the dead up to the Field of Vigrid, and it was a ship made of toenails or something? «
    » He was, « I said, nodding, » but nothing is going to go the way it was supposed to now. Regardless of any prophecies, a free Loki isn’t a good thing for anyone. How’d he get to your plane, Perun? «
    The great Russian god shrugged, his impressive personal thatching communicating the depths of his frustration.
    » I don’t know. I was in Alaska in the form of