Chapter 5Hercules slides two drinks in front of Thor and one to me. He leans in close over the glossy wood as he delivers mine. “A little less belly-flop and a little more cold sparkly firework,” he says. “Pretty boy doesn’t really want any more hair on his chest.”
I maintain eye contact, yet I notice his hand hasn’t left the glass yet. I tip my finger against it, letting one nail fall casually against the glass. Instantly, it freezes against his fingers. He goes to draw back and finds the glass stuck to him. I seize his arm before he panics and spills my drink. For just a moment, I show him the wolf form. “I have plenty of hair,” I say.
“Loki,” Thor interrupts, “don’t make a scene.”
His level tone erupts inside me. “Me! You don’t want me to make a scene? What do you call smashing up a
