“You work pretty hard to push people to that conclusion, Loki. Liemaster,” Summer drawled. “How’s that working out, that lying to yourself bit?” She ignored his tale of Cat’s antics. Cats did that. Generally speaking, they knew their own limits. Loki, apparently, didn’t.
“Liesmith,” Loki hissed, scooping Cat up into the crook of his arm, his hands gentle on his pet despite his visible anger. “And who are you, mortal, to speak to me thus!”
It wasn’t really a question. He spun on his heel and stalked towards the door, fairly radiating rage.
“An empath, you idiot,” Summer shot back, leaning on her hands. “Did you not pay any attention the first time we met?”
Loki didn’t stop, jerking the door open without breaking stride.
“I will not hear such things from the mouth of a human.”
“You have changed.” Summer let her voice turn cutting, mocking. “Time was, you’d not run away from a mere mortal, a human. From mere words. You want me to fear you, yet you’re the one fleeing!”