Page 22 of Thor

Thor frowned. "I believe my familiarity with your language is part of the magic that binds me to you. As I am sworn to serve you, I must understand your commands. Most of them, I do, except for some words that do not seem to make sense in any language. Nylon, for example. I do not know this word." He peered at her plate. "And I do not recognise this food, though it does smell of fish. I believe I would like it."

Sibyl's mind was starting to connect the dots, and she wasn't sure what was crazier: that this man was a hallucination, or that he wasn't.

"You knew things about reindeer training harness. I didn't even know anyone harnessed reindeer for anything, except maybe Santa Claus in the stories. Jorunn might know that, but I certainly didn't," she said.

Thor nodded. "Oh, reindeer are surprisingly useful, and so easy to train! Much better than horses or goats, and they can live off the land, better than even we can. I mean, I trained goats to till the fields, but the other men brought back reindeer, and I have to admit, I watched with considerable envy. Sure, my seeds went into the ground sooner and I had an earlier harvest, but the next season, they had all the advantages. Mostly because Loki was driving too fast with my goats hitched up to the cart, and one tripped and broke its leg, so the cart rolled over and killed the other one, so that was the end of them, and I had to start over with a new pair. In the end, I journeyed into the mountains and captured some reindeer of my own."

Jorunn should hear this. Jorunn would want to hear this. Jorunn, who'd seen Thor's cloak that first night, when Thor must have carried her back to her tent, because there was no way she could have gotten there otherwise. She couldn't be hallucinating him, if Jorunn had seen his cloak.

Why hadn't she realised all of this earlier?

Before the night he'd climbed into her tent and pleasured her, and she'd stopped only because she knew he wasn't real...

"You're real." Sibyl said softly, turning off the tap. She dried her hands on her pants, then reached toward Thor's face. Stubble scraped her palm as she cupped his cheek. "You're Thor, and you're really here."

He frowned. "Yes, Miss Sibyl, of course I'm real. I'm your protector, as I told you. You summoned me."

He'd told her that, but she hadn't understood. "I don't know how. I mean, I can't even order a pizza here, which is why I've been eating frozen ones. Summoning a thousand-year-old Norse god...well, you've got to admit, it's hard to believe." She wasn't sure she wanted to believe it, even if she couldn't deny the evidence of her own eyes.

"A thousand years? Truly, have I slept so long?" He covered her hand with his own. "No wonder your world seems to strange to me, and the words!" A look of wonder lit his face.

And that made no sense at all. If she'd been asleep for a thousand years and been woken up by some PhD student, she'd be spitting chips. "How can you be so calm about this? Is there some Zen school all gods get to go to? Like in Percy Jackson? Or is that just for demigods?"

Now he frowned. "I do not know this Percy, son of Jack."

Laughter bubbled up. "Well, no, you wouldn't. It's a kids' book, and if you need to ask what fuck means, there's a whole lot of history and culture you'd need to catch up on."

Thor stepped closer, so that barely a breath separated them. "You are mistaken, Miss Sibyl. I am very familiar with fucking in all its forms, and it would be my pleasure to show you." His voice was so deep, it was almost a growl. One that did wicked things to her insides.

The sensible part of her brain was screaming that this was a thousand-year-old Norse god, who could do anything he wanted to her.

Her body, and the lust-filled haze that was the rest of her brain, whispered that not only did His Norse Hotness want to do all sorts of things to her, he'd already done some of them, and she'd wanted more ever since.

"Thor?" she whispered.

"I am yours to command, Miss Sibyl. What would you have me do?"

She swallowed. Those eyes. Glowing blue like a glacier lit from within. "Me. I want you to do me."

TWENTY-SIX

His lips landed on hers, and she didn't hesitate this time. She knew this was no fever dream, and that the muscles she gripped were every bit as real as how much she ached for him. She wasn't sure how this was possible, that she'd summoned a hot Viking warrior from a previous century, but she could question that part later. Right now, the part she was most interested in was poking her in the tummy and she wanted to feel it inside her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and climbed him like a koala. Much better, even if there were still too many clothes between them.

God, but he could kiss...

She almost didn't notice his hands cupping her butt, grinding her against him until she almost cried out at how good that felt.

She shucked off her jacket, then made short work of the clothes she could take off until she was bare to the waist. She couldn't take her pants off without climbing down, and she didn't want to let go. Never wanted to let go.

"By the gods, you're beautiful. Absolutely perfect," he murmured as he pressed his lips to one nipple, then the other. Then he started to suck, and she lost all reason.

Gasping, she peered up at him. "I didn't even know it was possible to come without you touching me down there."

"I want to touch you everywhere. To see all of you as you moan my name like you did last night. To see if you truly are as beautiful in ecstasy as I imagined."

"Yes, yes!" Anything. Everything.

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