Loki's POV:
"I've gotta job for you boi."
His voice carried the echo of one too many cigarettes and underground rapping gigs.
"What is it," I asked. The last thing I needed tonight was a job with Yela. It was the last winter's moon of the month, I had managed to keep myself away from the moonlight thus far and I was not planning on letting things get out of control... again.
"Nah nah come on boi I hear da hesitation in ya voice but trust me man, trust me, this little job is gonna make us some big bank. You would regret not getting some of dis moolah till the day you die, and that ain't a lie. Boom ba chck chck."
"Enough with the beatboxing and tell me the job, old man."
"Naw man you might have got yo luscious black hair and dem crimson green orbs that could melt that heart of anyone, but not me doe i ain't messin with that fruity shi you know what im sayin? I'm more of a savory typa guy-"
"I do not have all day to waste sitting here and listening to you speak in tongues," I said sharply. If he was going to waste my time it did not have to involve his rhymes.
"Alright alright man! Sheesh! Look all I'm sayin is, two man stand; ones gotta go
one falls down to the ground, one walks down to the road. You catch mah drift?"
"You have not thrown anything worth catching yet," I reply cooly.
He lets out a laugh, which sounds more like dying grandma attempting to cough using her last breath. "I always knew there was sumtin funny about dem emo boys with the slicked back greasy hair. What I've been trying to say all this time is that boi, tonight, we gonna catch ourselves a soon-to-be queen."
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A Frostbitten Love
RomanceA love that's cold to the touch, but warms the heart. Can an ancient being, known as a Frost Giant, and a soon-to-be queen save their love? Her parents are afraid of her powers, but he isn't. He is feared by all, but her. She wants to be loved by so...
