"Sir! Sir Byron! Please, wait." Bill and his master, apparently named Byron, heard over the roar of the engine. Byron turned the engine off and kicked the stand back down. The bouncer was standing at the threshold of the bar entrance, his locket dangling from his hand before him. The bouncer took a few steps back into the bar and waited. The chubby biker turned around and saw his new prey waiting for him inside the bar. "Good boy," he mumbled, though it was audible to the tiny Bill. "Looks like you'll have company, little pet." Byron dismounted from his bike and walked into the bar, standing before the beefy ginger bouncer. Byron simply held a hand out with the palm upturned.
The bouncer gently dropped the locket into Byron's hand. "Good boy, Scott. I knew you'd see it my way. Of course, that'll be the last time someone uses your giant name." The bouncer quickly dwindled to a three inch version of himself, ankle-high to the now gigantic biker. "Since you're no longer a giant." Byron pocketed the locket then reached down to pick up his newest pet. "Let's go home, boy." Byron stuffed Scott into the same pocket as Bill, causing the confined space to become even more cramped.
"Why?" Bill asked the new inmate.
"I wasn't supposed to touch another giant's property without permission. Everyone saw that. Master knew my status was undermined. Better to go willingly than have him force the issue as punishment. Besides, I still get you this way, little man." Scott smiled smugly, though it was hidden in the darkness of the pocket.
The pair of little men heard the bike engine roar to life again and felt themselves being taken away from Jotunheim.
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