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“It’s lovely to meet you, my dear. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Loki gave her a large smile.

“You have?” Grace glanced up at Fenrir.

Fenrir hoped Loki didn’t say anything more. Mostly because he couldn’t recall everything he’d told his dad while in a drunken stupor.

Loki winked. “Only good things, I promise.”

Hel rolled her eyes. “Yuck. Do you have to flatter everyone?”

Loki looked genuinely surprised. “It’s not flattery, Daughter if it’s true.”

Hel shook her head. “I need a drink.” She looked to Fenrir. “I’m around if you need me.”

Fenrir nodded.

Hel stalked away as Val approached with a tray of small meatballs.

“Hello,” said Val. “You must be Grace.”

Grace nodded and smiled. A wave of anxiety wafted off Grace, and Fenrir pulled her into his side.

“I’m Val. Better half of this joker and mother of that little angel.”

Fenrir couldn’t help but chuckle.

Loki feigned hurt. “Me? What did I do?”

“What have you not done?” Val retorted.

“Your place is beautiful,” said Grace. “I really like your couch especially. I’ve always wanted a black couch.”

Val nodded. “It’s much more practical to have a black couch with a baby instead of a white one.”

“I agree,” said Grace.

Val looked pointedly at Loki. “See. I’m not the only one who thinks black is better than white.”

“I never said white was better than black. I simply said they are equally hard to get baby spit up out of.”

Val and Loki began to bicker, and Grace giggled before turning to Fenrir. She smiled up at him with an affection that made him want to kiss her right there in front of everyone.

“I never realized there were so many of you,” said Grace. “I guess I need to brush up on my Norse god history.”

Fenrir chuckled. “This isn’t all of us, actually. Baldur isn’t here tonight, and neither is Heimdall.”

“I met him. Heimdall. I met him at Frigg’s when I first arrived. He’s the one who showed me through the portal. But I don’t think I know who Baldur is.”

He looked from her to Freyette and suddenly wanted nothing more than to take her home, make love to her, fill her with his seed, and spend his days with her and their young.

“Fenrir.”

He looked up at Loki.

“Let’s go out on the balcony and have a beer.”

Fenrir looked at Grace. “I…. uh…”

She patted his arm. “It’s okay. Go. I’ll play with Freyette.”

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