Chapter Twenty-Eight

Add “Don't worry. I'll handle it” to the list of famous last words.

Not that I was about to die or anything like that. But Loki might.

“Wolf!” I grabbed Trevor's face and turned him to look at me. “Hey, you. There's my mate. Hi, baby. How you doin'?”

Wolf snarled and his eyes gleamed. He jerked his head out of my hands and glared at Loki.

“What the actual fuck is his problem?” Loki grumbled. “Sheesh, when are you kids going to get over it? I've apologized, given you space, and still tried to be there if you need me. What more do you want?”

We had found Loki without any issue. He was home. His hall was in Asgard and it wasn't warded against family. Trevor took us straight through the front door. We found Loki in his modern living room. Drinking. Alone. You know what they say about drinking alone. He was also sprawled across a black leather couch, his bathrobe hanging open as if he was Hugh Hefner.

Yeah, I detested Loki's sense of style—both in furniture and clothing. But the man himself was gorgeous. Nearly as stunning as Re. Blonde, big, and with a pair of amethyst eyes that could melt the panties right off a girl. Except when he was drunk, filthy, and dressed in an old bathrobe.

“Hey!” I snarled back at Wolf. “Reel it in, babe. We have more important things to deal with than your issues with your grandpa. Got it?”

“Mate,” Wolf growled. “He hurt you.”

“Not really. And that was a long time ago. Come on. Let it go and let Trevor come back.”

“What kind of crazy is this?” Loki stumbled to his feet, an empty bottle rolling off his lap and onto the carpet. “What's she talking about?”

“Trevor's gone through an eclipse, but he found balance with his wolf. Now the wolf emerges occasionally, especially if it gets riled,” Odin explained. “We call him Wolf.”

“Oh, how creative.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Hey, Wolf! I never hurt your girl. She's my family now. Get it? I did some stupid shit years ago, and I've been trying to make it up to you guys ever since. You know, your father has come to see me. He's getting over it.” He simplified his words to add, “Me and you are family. So me and your mate are family.”

Wolf blinked.

“Trevor?” I asked. “Come on, Wolf. We need Trevor back.”

Wolf blinked again, and the shine left his eyes. He shook his head and when he looked at me again, it was Trevor.

“There you are, honey-eyes,” I said.

Trevor sighed and bent his forehead to mine. “Thank you, Minn Elska. Well done.” Then he looked over at his grandfather. “Dad has visited you?”

“Yeah. A few times.” Loki fell back into his chair.

Trevor went to stand before him. “You look like shit.”

“Yeah. I know. ”

“Clean yourself up. Then we can talk about you meeting your great-grandson.”

“What?” Loki leapt to his feet. “Really? Trevor, I—”

“Seriously, clean yourself up. Start with your teeth.” He waved a hand before his face. “You stink.”

Loki snorted, then burst into laughter as he fell back onto the couch. “You got my sense of humor. I swear, it bypassed your father.”

Trevor looked at me. “It can't be him. He's in no state to mastermind anything.”

“Mastermind?” Loki asked. “What's going on?”

“I have to ask,” I said to Trevor. “This could be an act.”

“Go ahead then.” He waved at Loki.

I didn't get close. I could smell him from where I stood. “Loki, are you the god who has been playing games with us?”

“Games? A god is playing games with you?”

“Just answer the question,” Odin said.

“What is the question?”

“Are you the trickster god who has been playing games with us?” I asked.

“No, Vervain. I haven't played games with you since you killed Thor's wife in my pit.”

“Ex-wife,” I said. “And I'll accept that as an answer.” I looked at the others. “Let's go.”

“Wait!” Loki lurched back up. “Will you really let me see Vero?”

Trevor stared at Loki. “I said we can talk about it. Come by Moonshine after you clean up. Ty will let me know that you're there, and I'll come down to see you.”

“Okay. I'll be there tomorrow.”

“In a week,” Trevor added. “Come by in a week. We've got some things to deal with right now.”

“In a week,” Loki repeated eagerly.

“Bye, Grandpa,” Trevor said.

Loki, who had never liked being called grandpa, grinned brightly. “Goodbye, grandson.”