But it didn’t happen very fast. What did happen fast was Fenrir and Thor untangling from each other. Xiao slipped out from under them unnoticed. Stefan pulling on Thor’s sword had definitely stolen the spotlight. Now Stefan was sort of dragging the sword across the floor. The point left a scratch. Thor threw back his head and laughed. “Will you swing Thor’s sword? I don’t think so, little boy.” Stefan was just getting close to six feet. So he was almost as tall as the sword now. But he was still a long way from going all ninja with it. Thor wrapped his massive fist around Stefan’s throat. “Wait!” Mack yelled. “Wait! I thought you enjoyed battle. I thought that was the Asgard way.” Thor looked at Stefan, now dangling with his feet off the floor and the sword still dragging. “Battle? With this child?” Thor laughed again, and this time Fenrir joined in. One doesn’t normally think of wolves laughing. And one would be right about that. What Fenrir did was a sort of huffing, snorting sound that could have been laughter but could also have been asthma.
