Page 3 of Loki

She found Sutrelle shifting from foot to foot, holding an empty glass. Just what she needed, a drunk Sutrelle.

“What did you find out?” asked Val, coming up beside her.

Sutrelle jumped and peeked over her shoulder at Val before flashing a nervous smile. “Here. They said they would let you talk to Loki first. Apparently, he’s popular.”

Val snorted. “Yeah... He’s always been an attention whore.”

“You know him?”

Val averted her gaze from Sutrelle’s. She knew all about him from her Valkyrie sisters, who had taken a tumble or two in his bed. A man-whore she would call him— but there were more Norse Gods who had bedded as many women as Loki than those who hadn’t. So, how could she judge? Just because she’d never given it up to the God of Mischief didn’t mean she was a saint.

“I’ve seen him. And let’s say a lot of my sister Valkyries... spent time with him. His reputation precedes him even larger than his ego.”

Sutrelle’s cheeks flushed. Val had always tried to shield her from the crasser parts of life. Too bad Sutrelle’s father hadn’t been the same.

A bell rang.

“Everyone find your seats, please,” the woman Sutrelle had talked to announced.

“I’m over there.” Sutrelle pointed.

Val read her piece of paper and held it up. “Eight.”

Sutrelle nodded and took a step away, but Val grasped her arm.

“Don’t leave your table. I’ll find you when I finish with Loki, and we can head back topside.”

Sutrelle nodded.

“And remember,” Val whispered. “No one can find out who you are. You never know who would be willing to sell you out for favor with your father.”

Sutrelle dropped her gaze and nodded.

Val tracked Sutrelle as she found her table and sat.

Sigh... She didn’t know what Sutrelle had gotten them into, but she didn’t like it so far.

A bell rangas Loki entered. Thor smiled and walked to Loki, handing him a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Loki inspected the paper and scowled. “You didn’t.”

“If I have to, you have to.”

Loki scowled. “Why? Frigg’s not my mother. I didn’t promise her anything.”

“Call it payback.”

“For what?” Thor opened his mouth, but Loki held up his hand. “Never mind. Fine. But I’m only doing this because Aphrodite and Eve will have my balls for earrings if I don’t. But don’t think this is the end, cousin.”

Thor snorted, and Loki knew what he was thinking. They may both be Norse Gods, but they were far from being any kind of blood relation. The closest relation to Loki besides his children was Thor’s adoptive mother, Frigg.

Loki sighed before heading past the plush velvet curtain and looking at table eight. Long blonde hair and a ramrod spine stared back at him. A shiver skittered over his skin, making him want to turn around and run out the door.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” said a sultry voice.

Loki bit his tongue to keep from telling Eve where to stick her stupid speed dating events and rumors of people finding their true loves.

He inclined his head, smiled, and beelined for table eight.

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