"Art thou blind, Thorsdottir? He ist right there, with thou wife," Surtur said, pointing to where Vernique was holding Solver in the giant pen. His giant face turns toward her. "Indeed. Malekith believed he could incur favor from me for delivering the child. The short-sighted fool wast obsessed too much with his scheme to realize the answer to Ragnarok lie not in magicks." Surtur grins. "Believe me, nothing wouldst please me more than to see thy son grow up healthy."
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