Sookie's POV

"Miss Stackhouse, would you like to have a seat?" Mag motions to the oversized thick wooden chair that strangely resembles a Viking's throne. It's obviously made for his lofty height and size. He offers me his hand which dangerously exposes those perfectly chiseled abs. Hot damn!

I graciously accept as I place my warm hand into his. His touch seems normal instead of cold as he helps me climb the high chair. It's sort of like sitting on a very study barstool with a back and arms. I imagine that I am a child again for just a moment with my feet just dangling there. Mag drops drown on a knee. He looks as if he is about to propose. He smiles at me. "There is only one woman I would like to marry and it is sadly not you although you do make someone else a lovely wife, do you not?" I sit there with my mouth wide open, ready to catch a few flies. Mag laughs. "We gods have our ways, Miss Stackho…, I mean Sookie," his eyes look sad again despite the smile. Lord almighty, I want to give him a hug so bad.

"I'm sure you do," I said as Mag takes my hand into his again. There is something strangely soothing about his touch. I barely know the guy and yet I feel safe being so close to him.

"Remy, I made some ice coffee. Do you mind pouring them out for me? I made enough for everybody," Mag tells the hot Cajun number.

"I don't mind," he gives the giant a nod and me a wink. I admire his backside as he leans into the refrigerator. Damn! Belinda is a lucky girl because her Cajun should be right next to Eric in the world class butt hall of fame. Remy makes those jeans look good. He turns around and catches me looking. He gives me a cheeky smile and I can feel myself go all flush.

"I made vanilla. I wasn't quite sure what you would like, Sookie," Mag tells me as I watch hottie Cajun pouring the coffee from the glass pitcher into Fangtasia bar glasses. "Ice coffee is a favorite of mine. My coffee is not as good as my Brooke's but others have disagreed."

"No, yours really is good honey," says Auggie as she hands me the red Fangtasia glass. "My lovely nephew is trying to learn all there is about the human world. Mag has many hobbies; learning modern cuisine is a new fav of his. He's a fast learner," Auggie kisses the kneeling giant on the cheek. There is definitely a familial bond between the two by the way Mag pats her shoulder.

"My Aunt Astir likes to brag. I really do need to improve," Mag blushes, the half-god actually blushed which is very visible with his pale skin. His coloring is not dead pale like a vampire, his skin tone is like that of a very pale human that makes his aquamarine colored eyes stand out along with that silken black hair. I give him my genuine Sookie smile, not the fake one I am famous for. Besides, nobody presently in the room is a loud broadcaster if you know what I mean. Remy is the only one other than myself that is a human as it gets. "You like to cook too, don't you Sookie? Brooke and I would like to invite you to one of our cookouts as she likes to call them. I call it cooking like the old days. I enjoy cooking from a fire. Eric is welcome to come too. Just bring your appetite. We always make more than enough. You can meet my family. They will like you," Mag pats my hand. Unlike most supes, Mag didn't make me feel like a dumb little human.

"Eric knows your family?" I ask, trying my best to make small talk. I take a sip of the icy vanilla beverage. Tastes better than anything I'd get at a fancy coffee house. Mag gives me a warm smile that could melt the polar ice caps, ironic for a creature of the cold.

"Oh yes, he helps protect them for me. My mother and uncle have not been near humans in a long time except for Belinda. They are all good friends. Belinda is good to them and understands what and who they are," Mag grabs his wallet from the dressing table. He goes through it and pulls out what looks like pictures. "Would you like to see them? It is easier if I ease you into this. I find showing pictures works best. That way you are prepared."

"I love pictures. Bring 'em on," I tell him and this gives me another smile. Mag hands over the pictures he had stored in the money slot of his wallet. The first picture I see is a head shot of a scruffy teenager, long hair and a bit unshaven with a mischievous smile. Nothing unusual about this until I hear what comes out of Mag's mouth.

"My Uncle Vafthrudir," he tells me as if declaring the sky is definitely blue. Mag looks like he is in the ballpark of thirty-something, yet here is another young looking relative of his. "Full-bloodied frost giants age very slow. My mother and I are not full-bloodied but the giants accept us the same. I was raised by the tribes until I was about ten years old. Frost giants are pack creatures like wolves. Uncle V is what is called a lone wolf."

I turn to the next picture of a tattooed woman. Yet another head shot but her features look familiar. I look to Mag and notice the identical bone structure. Even on a soft feminine face the resemblance is quite striking. Her exposed shoulders are peppered with tattoo snowflakes. "Is this your mom?" I ask, not surprised to notice that mother and son appeared to be close to the same physical age. Mag gives me a smile and nods his head.

"She goes by her gypsy name, Esmeralda but I call her mom," Mag smiles. Saying the word 'mom' seems uncomfortable for the giant much like with older vampires trying out modern words for the first time. "They are my family and Aunt Astir of course. I hold them dear." Mag looks to the small white haired supe. Auggie pulls off the knit hat once we were in the safety of the dressing room. I wasn't one bit surprised to see pointed ears poking through her disheveled baby fine mop. She gives him another smile.

"I love you too, min Magni," Auggie says in half Norse. She kisses his cheek again and Mag puts his free arm around her in a half hug. I'm sure that if the giant were standing instead of kneeling, Auggie would've been easily swept off her feet just like Belinda had been earlier. Magni Frost seems to like closeness which is extremely unusual for a supe. Auggie giggles as he gently holds her. He mumbles something in his native tongue that sounded like an endearment. I have known many vampires and their children, wolves and their packs but nothing compares to the bonding going on in this room. Even Remy the Cajun affectionately pats Auggie on the shoulder as she takes a place standing next to him.

"Eric protects Remy, Belinda and her children too. Belinda is like a sister to me and her children are precious. Without him as the acting vampire sheriff it will not be safe for them either. The next picture is of all of us standing together. It is not altered in any way and everybody is standing close to each other. I must warn you," Mag says as he grabs my hand that is ready to flip to the next picture. His eyes glow a bit as I feel a sudden draft. The kind gaze drift from his eyes for a moment. Magni Frost is a supe no one wants to reckon with. I slowly move the picture of Mag's supermodel mom.

There it is, in my hot little hand, proof that humans aren't the only ones on the planet. My eyes grow at the sight before me of a picture that would make The Addams Family seem normal by comparison. The picture was taken at night and probably before Sookie Stackhouse came stumbling into a vampire's undead life. In the center stood what has to be described as the tallest teenage boy in the world, long shaggy hair and that same mischievous smile I spotted a picture ago. He is dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt with a familiar white haired supe perched on his shoulder hugging his neck.

"I think the most amazing thing about that picture is getting Vaffy to clean up. He was still all about wearing his Viking garb when that was taken. I'm soooo glad I talked him into joining the rest of the world. Essie paid a fortune to get him with the times. He looks so cute in that shot," Auggie sighs. By the way she sighs; I bet dime on a dollar says that Uncle V and Auggie are more than just friends.

"He does clean up nicely," Remy agrees and Auggie smiles.

Next to the titan teen with her arm around his waist is Mag's mom. Not as tall as the boy giant but impressive all the same. She wore a ruby colored dress that not only showcased her beauty but her physic as well. The body of how I'd figure a warrior princess would have. Her eyes appeared to be looking down at her handsome son who happened to be holding a little girl that could've been no more than five. Eric stood next to him as the little girl appeared to be letting the two supes share her. Eric has his hand on her back like he was soothing her but the little girl is smiling over her shoulder at him.

Belinda stood in front of the two giants with Remy and a young boy flanking her. She has her arms around the both of them. The arm around the boy appeared to be in some sort of cast. "That was taken the night I asked 'Lindy if she wanted to move in with me. V wasn't too happy about it until I explained to him about all the land I own. That's the seeds that started our little enterprise," Remy leans over to get a look at the picture.

"Belinda offered to take in my uncle so to speak. We built him a home on the land Eric let her rent. He is very curious of humans and frost giants prefer nature. Uncle V's curiosity has nearly gotten him caught many times before and he is also very lonely since he lost his only friend. Mother and I thought it best he be near humans that know about our kind. We even moved him when Belinda and the children moved in with Remy. Now he has more land to roam and he's safe. You see Sookie; this vampire union has a wide impact. I cannot allow it," Mag gives me a thoughtful look and gently squeezes my hand. "I will do what I can to help you within reason. Tonight I am helping Eric get some of his wealth back. I cannot use the god card though but I will do what I must. I cannot lose my Brooke," he whispers that last line. I see a tear in the corner of his eye slowly turn to ice as it falls down his cheek.

I don't know what compels me to do what I am about to do but I thought it seems like the right thing to do. I set my ice coffee down on the chair and manage to scoot myself off without causing my dress to slide up. I let go of Mag's grasp and wrap my arms around the big man's neck. He doesn't stand but instead gently puts his arms around me in return. His cool scent lingers and I feel comforted by it. "Sookie Stackhouse is no home wrecker, especially not an unintentional one," I tell the big man kneeing before me.

"You are no home wrecker, I consider you a friend. We will come up with something, Sookie. You have my word," Mag pulls away and looks up at me. He manages a somber smile.

Just then the door opens. A gorgeous tall blond comes walking in with a smile on her face. "By Odin, what a pathetic excuse for a Viking," she says with a smile and a thick accent. Mag's smile perks up as he turns around to see the owner of the voice.

"Prudr! Min systir!" He stands up, careful of the drop ceiling. "How did you get leave from Valhalla?"

"Grandfather gave me an assignment since Viking warriors are in short supply these days. It's nice feeling useful again. Even father gave me an assignment," the tall blond beauty stands aside so that Mag's woman can enter. The dressing room is sure crowding fast.

"My Brooke, I see that you have met my sister," Mag picks her up. Brooke doesn't seem to mind as she throws her arms around his neck and wraps her legs around his waist.

"Thor thought we needed a body guard. He's busy dealing with a little matter and he didn't want us out there all alone. Your Dad is so thoughtful and your sister is lovely," Brooke tells her man and then gives him a small peck on the cheek.

"Where is Belinda?" Mag asks.

"She said something about calling her babysitter," Mag's gorgeous tall sister tells him.

A knock from the door and Pam pokes her head in. No doubt admiring the blond goddess by the way her fangs are sticking out. "You have ten minutes, milord," Pam says in an ass kissing sort of way as she bows. She goes back to eye fucking Mag's sister before leaving. I roll my eyes. Pam isn't an ass kisser, even to her own maker and certainly not to that vampire queen threatening our domestic bliss. Mag really isn't someone to reckon with if he can have the toughest vampires I know bowing down to him.

Belinda's POV

"Okay honey, put me on speaker phone," I tell my daughter. Remy installed a fancy phone in the barn for the purpose of getting ahold of my emergency sitter and guard dog. Auggie and Esmeralda's techie, Harvey the werewolf tried to teach Uncle V how to use the wooden giant's phone but the big stubborn baby refuses to learn so I always have to ask my daughter to put him on speaker phone for me, makes it hard to have a one on one conversation with him without Izzy's ears picking up on it so I usually end up choosing my words carefully.

"We are watching Thor… again!" I can about pick up on my daughter's eyes rolling.

"We watched your silly vampire movie, girl. I don't want to hear it, although it is quite amusing. Sparkly bloodsuckers," I hear the chuckling clear voice of a Midwestern teen but V was no teen and he is definitely not from the Midwest. He lost his Scandinavian accent somewhere in his long life of living in the new world. His voice is unusual for someone of his size. Not deep like you would expect but normal with a louder tone.

"Did you enjoy your pizza?" I ask my daughter.

"Yeah, I had to pull those yucky little fishy off though," Izzy is ten now but her attitude is that of a sixteen year old. I'm actually grateful for it since at one time she was nothing but a shell of a child. Being around the supes has pulled my daughter out of her autistic state. Once in a while old Izzy will come out but not very often if at all anymore.

"Awww, you don't know what's good for you, Iz. You want to be big and strong like me, don't you?" Uncle V jokes.

"I'm not five anymore," Izzy laughs. My daughter and the giant have a close friendship just as the giant and my son have the same. V looks close in age to my two kids and his attitude is about the same at times despite the fact he is ancient. Many times V has helped me out. There were nights I'd catch him reaching into the open window of Izzy's bedroom to make sure the monster under her bed was gone or to soothe away the nightmares. He even did the same for Andy after the abduction. Who knew my children would end up having a guardian angel like V. Right now I can visualize V lying across his bed on his stomach with Izzy spread out on top of his back watching the big flat screen television.

"No you're not. You're becoming a lady and a beautiful one at that. Before I know it, I'm going to have to scare those pesky little boys away," I hear Uncle V tell my daughter and Izzy laughs.

"That's not your job, that's Remy's and maybe Uncle Mag. You have to stay safe for me because I don't want anything bad to happen to you, ever," Izzy's tone turns serious. "You promised. I hope Uncle Eric doesn't have to marry that vampire. I wish I knew." That is another thing about my daughter, she's psychic but the older she gets, the more controlled her gift becomes. Sometimes the visions flow out of her but at others she seems blocked like she is not supposed to know. That's the case with Eric's situation.

"I wish you did too, sweetie," I mumble into the phone. "Can I talk to Uncle V for a minute? Uncle Mag should be getting ready and Mom needs to get back there to make sure he does just that."

"Okay, I'm putting you on," I hear her sliding off the giant's back and onto the soft fluffy bed. We've upgraded V's mattress from straw to a modern set including box springs. The boys even installed bamboo flooring. Uncle V's barn is starting to look more and more like a house instead of a place to put livestock. Even his vampire hole is being upgraded to look more like a cellar.

"Hey V, how's everything going with the bats?" I ask my resident giant.

"They're behaving for the most part. I made my buddy Randy clean the bathrooms in the doghouse again. He's been staying pretty quiet. I'm almost out of Coca-Cola, I had Izzy grab me a few bottles from the house. We've even raided my nephew's place. Serves the Viking right," Uncle V jokes and Izzy laughs. Vafthrudir finds humans to be foolish at times. He'd tell me stories about the Vikings. V never agreed with the way they would take whatever they pleased without giving in return, even though the Vikings did it for survival. The giant has taught both Remy and I to be better people for it. If Remy chops a tree down for firewood, he always plants one or two in its place. Giants are all about respecting life.

"Give the wild game to the pups and consider the cola as payment for watching over Izzy for me. I'll make sure I put it on my shopping list. I'll let Brooke know she needs to do the same," if I don't say anything, I'll find a dead animal on my porch tomorrow morning. That's always V's way of payment whenever he takes anything from the main house. Once in a while I'll get a trinket he made with his hands but that's only if he takes a nonfood item. For food I get wild game in return.

"I'll do that," he responds. "I think somebody is having a hard time keeping her eyes open. We've had a busy night. Some of the babies were here and we played Monopoly," V tells me. That's another thing about the giant, he likes playing board games even though he can't move the pieces with his big old mits. He watches like a hawk though to make sure nobody cheats him. Usually Izzy is his helper.

I get the picture of Izzy lying at the crock of V's elbow, covered in a blanket. The giant is very caring and protective of my children, which is another reason I don't have a problem letting him watch over my kids. That and I seriously doubt any normal person would want to step foot on our land knowing that there are baby vampires, abandoned werewolf puppies and an odd assortment of supes the outside world has no clue exist.

"I'll let you go. I hope you don't mind if Izzy stays the night?" I know the answer but I always ask all the same.

"No, not at all. I'll see you in the morning. Have a good night. Izzy, you can hang up now," I hear V tell my daughter. "'Night mom," Izzy yawns into the speaker. "Goodnight you two," I say and the phone goes dead. It's nice to know that my daughter is well taken care of, even if it is by a twelve foot plus tall teenager.

I make my way back to the dressing room. The open door reveals that there's a crowd in there with Sookie Stackhouse in the center of it all. The blond telepath seems to have opened up a little as evident by the smile on her face. I'm just grateful to see Mag make another friend. I see Pru leaving as she gives me a smile, no doubt on her mission to find that troublemaking uncle of hers.

"I want to thank you," she stops to tell me as she takes my hand.

"For what?" I ask as I bend my neck up to look up at her.

"For giving my brother that," she points to the door. "I have never seen him so happy before. Magni deserves happiness and good friends to share it with. I must be going. I shall see you again, Belinda Harrison." Prudr bends down and kisses my cheek. A strange light engulfs the goddess and as I look, I notice she is not dressed in white anymore but something more vampire bar appropriate, leather corset and leather pants with laces up the sides. Instead of hippie chick she looks more like a biker mama. "This garment will make the old man proud," she declares. Thor's biker gang symbol appears as a small tattoo above her cleavage. Strangely enough, it's in almost the same exact spot as my vampire fang scars. Remy never questioned my bite scars because he probably assumed they were marks of protection put there by a certain Viking.

I smile as I watch the tall blond goddess walk away. The hooker heals she's wearing makes her appear much taller not that she needed any help in that department. I wonder if she realizes how thinly veiled her disguise is. That was when I noticed her blond hair changing like the leaves on a tree into a deep red color. She turns around and gives me a wink before heading out to join the vipers in the pit.

"My sister is quite beautiful. She is kind too," I hear the rumble of a familiar voice. I turn around and look up at the smiling face of my gigantic buddy behind that cheap plastic helmet. "I told her she needed a better disguise. I think Pam likes her," he laughs and I smile.

"Likes her? More like would love to have her in the sack," I joke and Mag laughs some more. I take his hand. "Come on, we ain't got much time."

Remy and Jareth start moving the chair from Mag's dressing room. "Bloody vampires! We're doing them a favor. Why do I have to do any lifting after that extraordinary exhibit I've just given them," the goblin whines. Auggie appears on the chair giving Jareth a toothy smile.

"It's Belinda's idea to have Mag sitting. I think it's a mighty fine idea. Seems the stagehand is a little distracted at the moment. Afraid you'll break a nail, Goblin King," Auggie says saracsticly as she buffs her nails on her hoodie and checks them. Jareth growls of course. I look over and notice Pam looking out into the crowd. Obviously trying to find that hot blond number dressed in white. Mag bends down to my level and smiles.

"I wonder if Eric has told her the tales of my sister. Prudr's heart belongs to Alviss the dwarf. Father didn't like the dwarf much and had him turned to stone. Prudr never forgave him for that. Alviss was her true love despite the differences the two shared. Father wanted a strong man for her and not a dwarf. Prudr never found another since," Mag tells me.

"I don't think I could ever forgive him either. I'm glad he likes Brooke." Dear Lord, I am thankful he likes Brooke. I pray to myself. I could never forgive Thor if he made her a statue for his garden.

"You never have to worry about father not liking Brooke. He loves her as much as I do. Don't let his temper fool you," Mag smiles down at me before grabbing the middle of the chair with his large hand. Auggie stayed lounging on the throne like chair. Remy and Jareth let go, knowing full well Mag can handle it by himself. Mag put the chair down on the tape marks.

"Bloody hell Mag! Why did you make me lift that heavy thing?" Jareth whines and Mag smiles down at the skinny goblin still clad in his stripper gear. He messes Jareth's hair while letting out a low laugh.

"You owe me for all those times I had to clean up hair dye out of the bathroom sink or nail clipping off the floor. I couldn't have my Brooke see how filthy you kept our apartment," Mag nervously laughs. Stage fright is kicking in again as I feel the drafts of cold air under the hot stage lights. I take his hand and give it a pat. Touching is soothing to my half giant friend. I found this out years ago but no one can calm him down quite like Brooke or his mommy.

Mag takes his place on his throne. "Remember the pose we agreed on. Give me that fierce stare," I tell him and Mag gives me his best mock fierce glare. "Start twirling the hammer while looking bored. You've got to let them take you in. Start out slow."

"Yeah, you're liable to knock a bird out if you move too fast," Jareth says with a snarky smirk.

"Hate to say this, my friend but I do agree with Jareth," Remy interjects as he pats Mag on the shoulder. Despite his rugged backwoods façade, my hunter has actually traveled the world. Remy is well versed in everything from prissy British goblins to shy Scandinavian giants.

"Firsts for everything," Mag mumbles and Remy smiles. "Belinda, are you sure I can do this?" Those nervous beautiful eyes look my way. I really wish Mag didn't agree to this. Out of all the supes in the lineup, Mag was the most difficult to teach. Some of it has to do with his size but a lot of it has to do with the giant's demeanor and principals. Mag is not perfect like most Norse and Greek gods, he has his flaws. One of those flaws is that Mag is still innocent of the modern world. Mag still believes that there is a lot of good in people. In some cases he has been known to bring it out in the worst of 'em. I have my doubts with this bunch though.

"You can do this," I tell him as I lean against the throne and take his hand in both of mine. "We haven't got much time for cold feet. Just go slow and easy despite the tempo of the music, okay."

Mag nods. He leans over and gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for having confidence in me. Remember that I was the one who agreed to this."

"I know, sweetie. It's just that…" Mag puts a finger to my lips.

"You need not say another word, Belinda. I am not going back on my agreement. I am doing this for a friend. Nothing more," Mag gives me a slight smile.

"I am breaking our agreement. I cannot let you do this, great one," said a certain blond vampire clad in leather pants and furs. This should be rich.