TWENTY-FIVE
MODI
“I wonder what Thor’s going to say about both his sons sharing a mate with his least favorite god’s offspring,” Loki said, his tone conversational. The swelling had finally gone down enough that he was able to make himself understood—not that that was particularly a boon, as far as I was concerned.
“Does she moan as prettily when you’re inside of her—or is it more of a grit-your-teeth-and-think-of-Valhalla deal with you?”
I shot him a glare, wishing with all I was that Bjarni would have managed to knock out his teeth while he was at it. “Quiet. Your cheap parlor tricks will not work on me.”
“Sure. I guess we can just enjoy the peace and quiet, then.” He gave me a meaningful look just as another of Annabel’s broken moans momentarily drowned out the unmistakable sounds
