Page 14 of Thor
I stared upward, praying for the strength I needed in situations like these, before I returned my attention to Rig. “You messed with Hoor. You know the deal, dude. That’s Loki’s brother.”
Rig snorted, baring his teeth at us and taking another step closer. “He’s not that little turd’s brother. They ain’t even blood brothers.”
Loki’s smile turned wicked—a scorpion ready to strike. As innocent as he looked, he was anything but. He had a mean streak when it came to protecting people he considered his, which included Hoor and Odin. “I’ve warned you before not to mess with him, but you didn’t listen.” He spread his arms in a half shrug. “When are you going to learn? What I did is only the beginning if you keep messing with my bro.”
“You little fucker.” Rig shot forward, but I got between them, slamming my hands on his chest and shoving him away. He stumbled, then straightened, his face even redder. “Move, Thor.”
I pointed at him and glared. “If you got a problem with Loki, take it up with Odin. Don’t even think about striking a club brother. That’s why we got Fight Night.”
“I was on the shitter all night,” Rig yelled, his entire body vibrating with fury. He was smart enough not to reach for the gun in his hip holster. Everyone knew the rules. Guns weren’t for brothers, or Odin would flay the shooter and leave him on the streets like roadkill. “I had a tight pussy lined up for the evening, and I was stuck shitting out my guts!”
Loki cackled in laughter, and I turned my glare on him. He enjoyed antagonizing people at the worst times. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before opening your fucking mouth about Damian.”
“Enough, Loki,” I hissed quietly, before returning my gaze to Rig. His hand was closer to his gun than I liked, and I held up my palm to him. “Don’t be a fool. Walk away. You know what Odin would do to you if you hurt one hair on Loki’s head.” Then there was what I’d do to him. As long as I lived, no one would touch Loki. I’d cut off their hands before they could.
Rig snarled, his upper lip curling. “Watch yourself, Loki.” He stepped away, backing up until he was halfway to the house before he spun on his heel, storming inside again.
I shook my head and faced Loki. “Are you tempting fate? You know Rig’s not the type to mess with.”
He rolled his eyes. “He’s not as scary as he thinks. Half the guys in the club have bigger balls than him. Hell, half the women do, too.”
I snorted, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and contemplated pulling him in for a kiss, but decided against it. Rig was probably still in the house watching us, and the last thing I wanted to do was give him ammo for his revenge on Loki. I patted Loki’s chest. “Be good.”
He gave me a winning smile. “I’m always good.”
I didn’t believe a word he said.
* * *
By the next morning, I was packed and ready to go. I dropped my tail bag on the ground near my Harley and headed back inside to find Loki. He was a terrible morning person, and at five in the morning, I didn’t expect him to be up and ready to go, although I hoped he was because I wanted to head out. Surprisingly, I found him in his room, finishing off the last of his packing.
Hoor stood beside him, his mouth twisted downward and his hands clutching his black cane tightly. His dark sunglasses reflected Loki’s image as he gave Hoor a sad smile.
“You’ll be fine. You don’t need your older brother protecting you.” Loki gave him a pat on the shoulder before he zipped up his bag.
“You’re only older by a month and a half,” Hoor said, straightening. He glanced toward me with a frown. “I want him back in one piece, Thor.”
Sometimes I wondered how he knew who and what was around him, but I couldn’t begin to understand Hoor. He’d lived with blindness his entire life and that made him one strong motherfucker as far as I was concerned. Rig, or any of these other bastards, wouldn’t be able to handle it, yet they liked to give him shit every chance they got.
“We’re going to a funeral, not war.” I shifted farther in the room as Loki threw a glance at me over his shoulder. He smiled, and as corny as it sounded, my heart missed a beat. His charm was one thing, but Loki Ward was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. Between his soft, delicate face, the shoulder-length blond curls, and his sexy slim body, he could get whatever and whoever he wanted.
“Trouble follows Loki,” Hoor said bluntly.
Loki laughed and nudged his brother. “Shut up.”
“It’s true.” Hoor frowned harder and sighed. He tapped his cane on Loki’s boot gently. “Keep your head down and don’t start fights.”
Loki shook his head and grabbed Hoor, dragging him into a hug. Their relationship was admirable. I’d once had the same kind with my brothers before my life crashed and burned. In rare cases like this, I missed my family more than anything, but I wasn’t thrilled about having to see them again, especially not in these circumstances. I could already see the Colonel’s face, hard and disapproving like the last time he’d seen me.
Loki grasped the straps to his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder, waving out the door. I left his bedroom, and he was right on my heels, as was Hoor, who used his cane to direct himself down the stairs and toward the front door of the house. The morning sun hadn’t risen yet, but it wouldn’t be long before it’d be high in the sky and bearing down on us. The one thing I enjoyed about So-Cal was the heat. Barely any cold, wet mornings like they had in Washington. If it hadn’t been for… Daniel’s funeral, I wouldn’t have gone back at all.
Hoor followed us out to the front of the mansion and stopped at the bottom of the steps when Loki placed a hand on his chest. They hugged again, this time a little longer than before, and Hoor sighed. I didn’t miss him whispering to Loki, “Keep safe. Ride that dick and make him yours.”
I held back a snort. He clearly hadn’t realized how close I was, and Loki’s smirk said he knew I’d heard. I’d be a fool to think Loki wouldn’t tell his brother about our fucking habits. Loki told him everything.
I took Loki’s bag and began attaching it to the back of his Ducati while he said his final goodbye. Odin came out the front door, barely functioning, judging by the way he had his eyes half open. He never did mornings well, either, but he shook Loki’s hand anyway. It wasn’t hard to miss how he avoided glancing in Hoor’s direction as he said something to his adoptive son before he made his way to me.
He stumbled more than walked and let out a yawn big enough to crack his jaw. We both winced. “Give us a call if you need anything, but keep to those speed limits. You know what cops are like,” he said as he scratched his bare chest. He hadn’t bothered to dress and only had on his long pajama pants. His dick was hanging loosely against his thigh and it was hard not to notice. I’d seen him use it more than once and he had nothing to be ashamed about.
