I lean back into his arms.
“Tell me the fantasies concerning you.”
“I can’t.”
“It’s alright. I won’t feel ashamed or judge you,” Loki says.
I feel his warmth as I show him the fantasies that creep into my head most.
“Nothing that unusual.”
“Really?” I ask, looking up at him.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Well, you know my mythos. I’m never surprised. Maybe that’s a good thing?”
I turn three shades of red and bury myself in his chest.