Her hands curled into fists, and every trace of pleasure or happiness was wiped from her face. “Such a truth, from the god of lies.” A sharp, short breath, and she relaxed, all over. “Will you … let me look?”
He raised an eyebrow, turning to meet her eye to eye.
“Look?” He felt far too exposed at this point. There wasn’t enough wine on Asgard to make Loki Laufeyson feel comfortable exposing his secrets.
Her eyes were level. “Such things often leave behind … marks. Scars, where the hooks were set in. Places in your heart that ache, for reasons you cannot remember; things once you loved but cannot now. I can find them. Ease them.” A quick smile flickered over her lips. “Or I can just try to distract you.”
He leaned closer, studying the flecks of colour in her eyes. ”Astonishingly,” he purred, “I am rather more interested in the latter.” And, he added to himself, he was certain there was no power, however strong, that could erase the burdens he carried. Distraction, however, was one of his favourite pasttimes.
She picked her glass back up, toying with it, running a finger around the rim. The smile returned, crinkling around her eyes, and deliberately she licked her lips. “And how would you like to be distracted, darlin’? I am absolutely at your service.” She leaned forward, tucking her hair behind one ear. “Show me some mischief, luv.”