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“Fen?” Loki called. “Valkyrie is speaking to you. You’re being rude.”

Fenrir stopped, his breathing harsh. He looked at her and then over his shoulder at Loki.

“I… I need to go.”

Val looked at Loki pleadingly and stood.

“But we have an announcement,” said Loki.

“Don’t go,” said Tyr. “Stay. Eat with us.”

“Yeah,” said Hödr. “I haven’t even gotten to meet your friend yet.”

“We were planning to head down to the races afterward,” offered Váli. “You should both come. Show Grace what you can do in that car of yours.”

Fenrir shook his head. “Later.” He took a step toward the door.

“No,” Loki commanded. “Not later.”

Fenrir stopped. He looked down at Grace, conflicted, and then at his father.

Anger replaced need inside Grace as her spirit self snarled in anger. She didn’t like Loki ordering Fenrir around.

“We thank you for dinner, Lord Loki, but Fenrir said it’s time for us to leave, and so, it’s time for us to leave.” She looked at him hard and then tugged on Fenrir’s hand.

The look of total adoration in Fenrir’s eyes made Grace’s heart melt, and she wondered if he’d ever stood up to his father.

“Please,” Val pleaded. “We would like for Fenrir to stay. It won’t take long. Just a few minutes. Then you can go.”

Grace looked at Loki, who seemed irritated by Grace’s words but admiring at the same time.

All the other gods looked on, waiting to see what would happen. Odin watched her with particular interest. She’d barely even noticed her boss sitting at the other end of the table the entire time, and she suddenly wondered if her sharp words might cost her her job. Not that she couldn’t find another job easily, but still. She didn’t want to be on the wrong side of both Loki and Odin.

She looked up at Fenrir and squeezed his hand. “It’s up to you. Do you want to stay?”

“No. But… If Val asked, then I should.”

Again Grace didn’t like Fenrir being guilted into doing something he didn’t want to, but in the end, it had to be his decision. It was his family, after all.

“Then we’ll stay if that is what you choose. Not what you feel obligated to do, but what you choose for yourself.”

Fenrir nodded and headed back to the table. And this time, she didn’t have to move Fenrir’s hand. He automatically rested it where it had been before, starting right where they had left off. His thumb rubbed slowly back and forth across her sensitive nub, and Grace rested her own hand inside Fenrir’s thigh, squeezing lightly as the sensations inside her grew more intense. Damn, if he made her first climax come while sitting at a dinner table, she was going to torture him later.

“So,” said Hel. “What’s this all about? What’s your big announcement?”

Loki smiled and looked around the table. Val picked up Freyette from her high chair, and the couple stood together.

Hel groaned. “Oh no. Please don’t tell us you’re having another child.”

A dagger appeared out of the air, and Loki hurled it Hel’s direction. She flicked it away with the back of her hand, and it lodged itself in a pillar nearby before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

So Fenrir wasn’t the only one who had daddy issues in the family. It made Grace wonder just how close the Norse gods were.

“No,” Loki said. “We are not having another child, yet.”

“No, we aren’t.” Val looked at him pointedly.

“Yet,” Loki repeated with a grin.

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