Page 18 of The Goddess is Fierce
He stood there like a tree for a bit before he finally hugged me back. Baldur’s biceps were bigger than my thighs. He gaveamazinghugs, and he squeezed me like no one had given him one in a long time. I didn’t want him to let go, so I just craned my head up at him.
“It’s beautiful. And it means a lot to me that you included my sister. I know Mags and Matilda have been suspicious, but they are trying to protect me, and they’ll bemuchnicer.”
Baldur’s silver eyes bore into mine.
“Everything is kind of scary. Finding out the truth is alot.I know Odin is my father and Freya watched me grow up, but I don’t remember them. Why does it only feel better when I’m aroundyou?”
“Probably the same reason I barely know you and don’t know what happens during your blackouts, but Ireallywant you to kiss me right now.”
Baldur groaned.
“And I really want to kiss you, too, but not like this. For one, you need to talk to your guys and see if it’s okay with them to be kissing me. Secondly,ifthey’re okay with it, when I kiss you, it’s going to be when I have my magic back and we’re equals.”
“I don’t care about your magic.”
“Oh, I know. I’m just wondering if there’s a light-god trick I’m going to remember to make the kiss unforgettable. And I’m not an idiot. Those guys adore you and I’m pretty sure Azren does, too. If we’re going to go further than kissing and I think we both want to, then you need to talk to them. I don’t want to get my magic and memories back and just bring drama and tension with it.”
I squeezed him and nuzzled his chest with my face.
“You might not have your magic or remember anything about being Baldur, but based on everything Freya and Odin said, there’s a lot of the original you in there.”
“I hope so.”
Yeah, I had absolutelynoevidence Baldur wasn’t killing witches during his blackouts, but I could justfeelhe wasn’t the one doing this.
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Ineeded the boyfriends-in-law to take this dire situationmuchmore seriously. George was taking a walk in this ball-shrinking-cold weather and we hadjobsto do. Some horrible person tried to get my girlfriend kicked off the dodgeball team. We didn’t just need to save her spot. No, this deserved some next-level retribution.
“Seriously, Oscar, why can’t you give him magical crabs and treatment-resistant head lice? This guy came for our woman.”
“For one, he’s two states away from us. Secondly, you can’t give someone magical crabs unlessyouhave magical crabs andyou sleep with them. Do you want me to cheat on George and Ren? I don’t even have magical crabs.”
“Well, I don’t seeyousuggesting anything. Dexter just posted something. He’s much better at this shit than the rest of you. I’ll bet Dexter would give himself magical crabs and fuck this guy,” I sulked, queuing up Dexter’s post.
“Dexter istotallynot giving himself a magical STD and cheating on Michael,” Church said.
“Put the video on the TV,” Ren said. “Dexter doesn’t need to do whatever the fuck that idea was. He just needs pixie fuckery, glitter, and his phone.”
Good point. We’d save the magical crabs thing as backup. Someone was going to have to take one for the team. The video queued up to Dexter and Michael in bed together. Dexter was reclining on Michael’s naked chest and Michael had his wings wrapped around him. It was cozy and sexy. Dexter had set a whole-ass mood, so this was going to be epic. Michael was casually playing with Dexter’s hair.
“So, it appears the Team Warlock at Misty Vale doesn’t want to take on our Team Witch because she’s really a god. She’s a special kind of god who is playing dodgeball with witch magic. George Bell has a signature move with the Air Ball. That move isn’t possible without her brother, my boyfriend, the hot guy sitting behind me. There’salsonever been an angel in the history of dodgeball. If you kick George off the team, she’d just teach her trick to the new Team Witch who could pull it off with Michael and we’d still kick their asses.
“Anyway, this particular warlock isn’t worried about that. I’d like to show you something he doesn’t want you to see. It’s pretty fucking embarrassing and the real reason he’s going after George Bell and not her brother. Pixie wings and angel wings are fundamentally different. Pixies are also built differently. We can’t carry another person in the air, but wecanuse pixie dustto help them fly. It’s wildly unpredictable and ill-advised unless you’re fully trained. I can’t tell if the pixie who agreed to this is just stupid or didn’t like this fucker. Anyway, see for yourself.”
The video cut to dodgeball practice at another school. Don’t ask me how Dexter got his hands on this, but Dexter also worked in mysterious ways. Their team had obviously tried to copy George and Michael’s trick with the Air Ball with a pixie and the Team Warlock. Michael was the only angel I knew, but you could tell from looking at them that pixie wings and angel wings were much different. They were both totally gorgeous, but Michael’s were built to carry another person. Dexter’s were like butterfly wings.
I didn’t know pixies could make someone fly by dousing them with glitter because I’d never seen one do it, but that was this team’s big plan. They took their places on the field and this pixie coated this dude with so much glitter, he looked like Edward Cullen on crack.
I could tell this wasn’t going to end well, but this was riveting. Their coach released all four balls and when the pixie took to the air, the warlock did, too. George relied on Michael in the air because he’d been flying for a long time. This glittered chuckle fuck had never taken a flying class in his life and thought he could tame the Air Ball and fly on his own.
News at five. He could not. I’d watched George and Michael do this enough to know when the Air Ball knew someone was in the air trying to tame it, it started to fight back. George had to snag it pretty fast. This warlock had some balls. He thought he could easily accomplish what George and Michael had spent ages in front of the library perfecting in just one practice with a pixie.
I had this guy pegged, He probably went straight for the Earth Ball because it was easier and a tiny bit slower. The Air Ball was a different beast. He didn’t immobilize it fast enough,and it sent a mini tornado at him. Since he got himself in the air with all the bravado of a dude with big-dick energy and nothing to back it up, the tornado snagged him. It was like a warlock washing machine for a bit and then he got flung far off the field like those old Looney Toons cartoons I used to watch with my pops when I was a kid.
I was about to comment when George appeared in our dorm room in a cloud of purple smoke that smelled like lavender and marshmallows. I pounced like the lion I was and sat down with her in my lap. I nuzzled her hair with my cheeks.
