Horrible Terrible Things

Chapter Nineteen

In the deep belly of the New Asgard palace, I faced the man my father had accidentally locked up in a cell. He was not happy to see me. Though Kit's pretty eyes flashed with amusement when they fell on Loki behind me in his own cell being taunted by Thor.

'Honestly?' Loki hissed, slamming a fist against the force field which stood between him and Thor grinning at him from the other side. I could only watch the interaction with my own amusement - both centuries-old gods acting like bickering little boys.

'Be thankful I didn't have your head for that act you pulled at the Compound. And don't think I didn't know about the body in the Vault.' Thor's voice boomed along the wide, empty corridor of the dungeon as he stalked away to supposedly go and fix mine and Loki's mess.

Loki rolled his eyes and feigned ignorance, 'I've got no idea what you're talking about.' He called after his brother and I was grateful that Loki gave hardly any information to Thor other than the little white lie that the men had attempted to assassinate me.

'Have a think about it while you're down here then brother.' Thor shot back over his shoulder, his hands clenched into fists at his sides and then he disappeared up the stairs.

I faced Kit, stepping up onto the ledge before his cell. He looked worse for wear, his hair was unruly and a mess of brown curls streaked with grey, his neat beard was scruffy and longer and he wore the same denim outfit from that night on the beach - though his shirt was unbuttoned halfway so I could glimpse the top of his chest dusted with hair.

I stopped myself from wondering why I found his rugged appearance so attractive and how he still managed to look put-together after three weeks in a cell.

'I'll start with a simple "I'm sorry." and we can go from there?' I said.

He blinked his pretty eyes at me and I didn't realise how tense I was, anticipating a nasty answer due to his current circumstances until he exhaled and shrugged at me,

'I mean I really want to harp on about how I saved your life and I had an entire speech practised about how angry I was about being thrown down here. But then I realised you definitely owe me a second date.'

He grinned at me, cerulean eyes moving over my face and lower, hovering on my lips as his bottom lip flicked out to trace his own bottom one and then sweeping down the length of my neck in a heavy-lidded gaze. But his eyes ventured no lower than my breasts and fuck did it make me feel exquisite to be looked at with such intrigue and longing without any type of fear that it meant anything other than I was wanted.

'We never had a first date.' I told him, clearing my throat.

'Now you owe me two.' His words were spoken quietly, in a voice that made me feel small and delicate and I almost giggled had it not been for Loki's audible groan behind me.

Kit tilted his head to the side to get a better look at Loki behind me, he cocked a brow at him, his words kind but his tone nothing but condescending,

'I'm sorry we haven't met, I'm Kit, Eva's friend. And you are?'

'Loki Laufeyson, Prince of New Asgard. God of Mischief. Evangeline's charge. Be sure to address me correctly next time.' Loki snapped from behind me, his emphasis on his titles only had me rolling my eyes, especially the latter but I wasn't too willing to get into a domestic with him over it. Not when he was so close to throwing a tantrum. I knew if it wasn't for the force fields holding both men inside their cells Loki would have wrung Kit's neck.

'My apologies. I just assumed because you were on that side of the wall that you were the bad guy?' Kit shrugged and I willed myself not to turn and see the look on Loki's face, though I knew it would bring me so much satisfaction to see him riled up.