Page 45 of Romancing His Heart
As if on cue, Dick and Harry start to move toward the door. Harry paces back and forth a few times, obviously not wanting to leave his babies.
“It’s okay, buddy. We won’t hurt them,” I coo.
“Are you insane?” Loki hisses.
“Probably. Keep shining the light on him, though. They don’t like it. Once they’re outside, we can move the couch out there.”
He glares at me but does as I ask.
“Go ahead, Harry. It’s okay.”
“Stop talking to him.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes, Red. I’ve waited my entire life to have you coddle me like a child.”
“Ha,” I yell, making Loki jump. “See, it worked!” Harry finally makes his way outside, and Loki rushes the door.
Cautiously, I make my way toward the couch. There, in the center of the shredded cushions, are five babies. “Oh, Loki. They’re new. Like really new babies. Their eyes aren’t even open.”
Coming up behind me, he peers over my shoulder. “They’re fucking loud, though.”
Hearing a scratching noise on the roof, we both glance up.
“Dick and Harry are trying to get back in. We’d better hurry. Let’s bring the couch outside so they can find a new home for them.”
“What? You want me to put my couch outside in the middle of winter?”
“Well, it’s already ruined. Was that a garage I saw in the back when we pulled up?”
“Yeah, it’s detached. More like an old barn than anything.”
“That’s perfect. Let’s put them there, so they don’t freeze.”
“They’re wild animals.”
“Yeah, I know, but they still need shelter, and we can’t touch the babies. They could have diseases, so our best option is to carry the couch out.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, Loki places his other on his hip. It’s an exasperated stance, but he still looks hot as fuck.
“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this,” he grumbles.
“Well, do you have a better idea? It’s not like we’re going to sit on this thing once they’re gone, anyway. It smells like piss, and who knows what else is on there.”
“Lovely. Let’s get this over with. From what I remember, it isn’t too heavy. Will you be able to lift an end?” I feel his gaze on me, silently assessing my ability to move furniture.
Realizing that we are still standing in the dark, I ask, “Is there electricity in here?”
“Of course there—” He breaks off, heads to the door, then hits the switch a few times with no results. “Mother fucker.”
Scratch. Scratch.
“Ah, let’s get these guys outside, and then we can worry about the power,” I suggest. “It’s probably just one of those fuse switchy things. You know, the things that are usually in a gray metal box?”
Loki stares at me for a second like he’s confused, and I worry that maybe he’s having some sort of memory issue. Then he shakes his head and chuckles.
“Yeah, Red. I know what the fuse box is. Come on, let’s get these guys outside before Dick and Harry come looking for them.”
