Chapter 11As Jason sees me and Thor standing on the doorstep, his eyes grow wide in surprise. Or maybe it’s the chariot hitched to six goats on his lawn that really has his attention.
“You’re fired,” I tell Jason, “and this time I mean it.”
“Of course,” Jason says before yawning. “Why else would Loki appear on my doorstep at this hour? With another minion, no less.” He gives a floppy wave of his hand as if conceding a hopeless whatever to the situation.
“Minion?” Thor rages. “I am no minion. I am Thor, brother of—“
“Yeah, yeah, I know who you are.” Jason pauses to look at me. “Can we discuss this in the morning?”
“Did we catch you sleeping?” I ask, feigning interest.
“As a matter of fact, you did.” He scowls. “It takes a lot of sleep to keep up with you.”
I glance down from his angr
