Oh, no… my mind thought, then was silenced as he kissed me. His lips were ever so soft, and warmer than I expected. I shuddered to imagine what the kiss would feel like if he was in his Jotun form. It wouldn’t be pleasant for me… ever since I was little, I have equated cold with pain. Even making snowballs as a child was a race to see how much fun I could have before the cold froze its way through my gloves and turned my hands into useless fists of raw nerve. Winter has never been my favorite season.
Loki pulled away from me slightly while removing his finger from under my chin and studied my face. He let his eyes turn red and his face became a pale blue as he grinned at me with mischievous intent.
I cringed involuntarily and my brows furrowed. He was trying to test me, and there was no way I’d pass that kind of test. I tried to back away from him.
“Oh, we can’t have you doing that.” He reached for me.
I expected it to hurt, and flinched as he touched my fingers and took my hand in his. His other hand caught the back of my head and pulled my face back to his. To my surprise, his hands were warm, almost hot.
“You underestimate me, my dear,” he admonished me angrily while those red eyes burned into mine. “I can change my form at will, yet you doubt that I can control such a simple thing as temperature? Perhaps I should redefine your pitifully inadequate concept of a God.”
Oh, crap. He’s angry with me. That’s the last thing I wanted. My eyes widened in fear, but I wisely kept silent.
His coloration changed slowly back to Asgardian form, starting with his skin and ending with his eyes reverting to those piercing green orbs. It suddenly occurred to me that I shouldn’t be able to see him so vividly without my glasses on. But I could see every line and hue in his irises as they searched my own. Another benefit of deity, I presume.
His expression changed; smile lines appeared around his eyes and a sparkle glinted across them.
“One of ever so many, my dear,” he whispered. “Here is another one.”
