When I returned to Loki’s room, he had mercifully showered and dressed. If he’d still been prancing around naked, I never would have been able to stay focused. Still, as I entered, his eyes raked me up and down, a soft smirk on his lips. It was like I wasn’t wearing any clothes at all, how his eyes burned through me.
I closed my eyes and sighed. “I have a plan,” I said.
“Care to fill me in?” he asked.
“No. Because you won’t let me go through with it,” I said, chuckling.
Loki narrowed his eyes. “I already don’t like it, based on that,” he muttered, crossing his arms.
I went to him and tugged at his steel-cable biceps until he relaxed his arms and uncrossed them. He still glared at me, so I ran my fingers over his brow, smoothing the creases.
“Don’t look so serious,” I said. “I’ve got this under control.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he muttered.
“Why?” I asked, creasing my brow.