“Is that the way to Loki’s heart, then?” Summer asked, clearly amused. “Spoil his kitten?” Picking up the catnip mouse, she waved it over Macrowafter’s head, then tossed it across the room. “Good thing I brought many things to spoil the kitty with.”
“Hmm,” Loki said, sounding amused. ”You misunderstand—it is not my heart you must win, it is Cat’s. This is, after all, his house.”
Summer nodded to Cat. “He seems pretty happy to me.” She brushed a fingertip over one black ear, causing him to startle. Equally gently she brushed kitten and master with her power.
Cat rolled over and seized her finger in fierce paws, little claws pricking her skin as he tried to drag her finger to his mouth—a little mewling growl rumbling his whole self all the while.
Loki was sitting with a faint smile upon his face—but Summer’s power met with a blank wall, a facade of nothingness.
A soft smile curving her mouth, Summer looked down at Cat and shook her finger a tiny bit in his mouth. “You’re a precious boy, Loki’s heart. You guard it well, understand?” she murmured. He just licked her finger and tried to chew on it again. “Yes, yes, popsicle finger.”
“I brought a set of clippers as well, if he tries to claw your furniture.”