Read Underworlds #4: The Ice Dragon for Free Online

suddenly, he was blasting his way through stones and ice and wooden beams, past Baldur’s body, up the last set of stairs until he stood outside the final arch to the throne, the arch that Thor couldn’t enter.
    Loki’s dark eyes smirked as he read the inscription on the crown of the arch. The horns on his head twisted and coiled through the woven bands of his terrifying helmet.
    I drew in a breath and slowly plucked a string, knowing it might mean the end of Odin. Plang-g-g. It echoed against the stones, then faded. It wasn’t the right note. I set my fingers on the next string.
    “He’s doing it again,” said Sydney, pulling me back with her.
    “How many ways can one guy be ugly?” Jon muttered.
    Quite a few, it turned out. First, he was a clawed beast with six legs, then a serpent, then a woolly creature with fiery horns, then a wormlike man with no bones, and a skeleton with no skin. Then, finally, standing among the broken walls of Valhalla, was a dragon.
    A dragon made of ice.
    His silver armor had become a scaly hide, making him look like a crazy machine — a cross between a robot and a reptile, a prehistoric serpent, a beast made of spikes and jagged scales. His head was enormous, and the gleaming Crystal Rune swung on a silver chain around his neck.
    Lifting a clawed foot high, he stepped under the arch and onto the ramparts leading to the throne.
    “We have to stop him here,” Sydney said. “Jon, your sword —”
    Both swords flashed out as my friends stood side by side, ready to guard me.
    My breath seemed to have stopped. I could barelymove my fingers. This was really happening. I plucked the lyre’s second string. It sang across the air and faded.
    Loki roared, a horrible sound that made my insides twist. His horns, normally clawing like creepy fingers, had frozen as sharp as blades. His wings crackled as they stretched from one wall to the other, a full fifty feet or more. I looked down at the little lyre in my hands. It seemed like such a lame weapon now.
    “I claim my throne,” Loki said in a weird, slithery voice as he strode forward. “But please don’t stand aside. Try to prevent me. I shall enjoy the sport of destroying you. And it will be such fun to tell Dana Runson of your last minutes —”
    Before we knew what was happening, Loki lunged at Jon, then swung a claw and tore the lyre from my hands. It flew through the air, struck the icy floor, and crashed into the base of the throne. It must have sent a pain rocketing into my head, because I blurted out the dumbest thing possible before I could stop myself.
    “Give up,” I said.
    Loki laughed. “Are you speaking to me?” he said. “Or to your little friends?”
    With a flick of his tail, he slammed the base of the arch behind him. Strangely, it was suddenly as if we were inside an actual room, rather than being beneath the sky. The sharp noises from the battlefield were muffled and distant.
    “Now we are alone,” Loki said, slowly clawing his way forward. “Every step of the way, you have been there, slowing my progress, clouding my dream.”
    “It was pretty cloudy to begin with,” Sydney said.
    Loki sneered at her. “Hades. Kingu. Anubis. You’ve turned them all against me. You … children ! The amusing part is that it only makes my work easier. For now I can defeat all my enemies in a single battle, a battle that ends with my taking Odin’s throne as my own. And, thanks to you, I have the key.”
    “No one but Odin can sit in Odin’s throne,” I said.
    “Except the possessor of the rune,” Loki said, holding it up. “I can read, you know — ‘Whoever holds this crystal key holds close the fate of Odin’s throne.’”
    “Except there’s more,” I said. “‘Come Ragnarok, when all is gone, great Odin’s throne alone shall be.’ That means not even you, Loki. That means nothing at all will survive … except the throne itself.”
    I felt if we could just keep Loki busy long enough, Odin would get there.