Mackenzi Lee

And we are looking at each other, just looking, and I swear there are whole lifetimes lived in those small, shared seconds.

equal parts comfortable silence and never lacking things to say to each other.

a strange thing, to want to die. Stranger still when you don’t feel you deserve to get away so easily.

though she also keeps sneaking up on my deaf side and scaring the shit out of me.

, this old thing? Merely a token from a rogue Sakaaran who was foolish enough to test his strength against mine.

My king, you were not expected—”
“Don’t talk to me,” Loki blurted.
The guard froze. “Your Majesty?”
Loki stared at him, his heart hammering. “I’m Odin,” he said quickly.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the guard replied, his brow creasing.
“Smoothly done,” he heard Amora hiss almost inaudibly in his ear.

The words rang inside him, the memory of what his father had seen years ago the last time he looked in the Godseye Mirror. Leading an army of the living dead.

Heimdall, this isn’t funny. Bring me back. Tell Father to bring me back. Heimdall, you son of a—” Behind him, he heard a soft crunch, and he whirled on Theo. “Are you eating?!”
Theo froze, one hand dipped into a greasy paper bag. “I missed dinner because I was tending you.”
“I’m trying to access an interdimensional portal and you’re snacking?”

“I just like the name. Perhaps I’ll use it for myself one day. Loki the Enchantress.”
Theo snorted. “You do know what it means, don’t you? It’s the feminine version of enchanter.”
“Does that matter?”

Humanity was truly disgusting.