Sometimes, finding your destiny means doing the exact opposite of what The Fates have planned.
Winning the heart of an immortal assassin was a dream come true for Kristia Tostenson. Now she’s knee deep in wedding plans, goddess lessons, and stolen kisses. But her decision to become immortal could end in heartbreak -- not only for Kristia, but for the god who loves her. Because while Ull would do anything to protect his bride, even the God of Winter is powerless against the Norse apocalypse. Ragnarok is coming. And the gods aren’t even close to ready.
"Fine. Even if I'm ok at being a goddess, which is a huge if, what if I'm not any good at being a wife? I'm a decent cook, my grandmother made sure of that, but I can't iron at all. Never learned how." [...]
"My love, do you really think I would leave you because you cannot iron? While it is a terrible travesty," he eyed me gravely and I swatted him, '"you must realise I have been living on my own for a very long time. I can iron my own shirts."
"Oh" I forgot about that.
"I cannot believe you get to marry that. That," Ardis continued with authority, "is without a doubt the most beautiful man I have EVER seen. Ever." She emphasised.
"Thank you Kristia," he whispered
"For choosing me. For agreeing to take on everything that comes with being my wife. For giving up your own life to be a part of mine." He pulled back to look at me. "For letting me see that I do not have to be alone anymore."
For all its many members, I could see that Asgard was a family home. Ull and I stood at the entrance, hands tightly clasped, and I realized I was part of this family, too.