Modern Goddess: Trapped by Thor (Book One) Read Online Free

finger
tapping against the handle of his hammer.
    “ I'm sure you can remember that
one of your alter-egos – Jupiter, was it? – got into a messy fight
in Rome the last time he visited and has been banned from touring
Italy for at least a month.” I pushed my glasses up my nose and
settled back into my chair. I was going to play this card for all
it was worth. For several sweet seconds I was going to enjoy a
victory over the embodiment of victory himself.
    Thor ran a hand through his beard, anger
starting to trace across his brow. “I’m Thor.”
    “ Yes, but you are also Jupiter
and Zeus. You have three functioning divine entities, God of
Thunder. A fact you exploit to the utmost. While I cannot hold your
current form to charge for the crimes of Jupiter, I can point out
that you are rapidly running out of chances.”
    Thor dipped his head down. It was the
smallest of moves, but it had all the gravitas of an army standing
right in front of you and cocking all their guns at once. “Are you
threatening me, Details?”
    I took a sharp breath, trying to ignore
his glare and the rising song of Mjollnir. “Threatening? No. I’m
pointing out that you are rapidly running out of identities. I
suppose you remember that incident last summer with Zeus, where you
– in your own words – accidentally destroyed an entire bar after a
spectacular brawl? After that mishap, Zeus can no longer visit
bars, alehouses, pubs, clubs, or any establishment that serves
alcohol. You've been banned from Italy with Jupiter, too. Your
current identity as Thor is the only one you have left. A word of
advice, God of Thunder: don't go breaking any more rules.” I tried
not to smile too much. I was playing this scenario for all it was
worth, though I knew I was going to pay for it later. This was
Thor/Jupiter/Zeus I was taunting here. He was powerful, arrogant,
and usually held one hell of a grudge. He was also extremely
connected.
    Thor leaned forward in his chair, his grip
fastening on his hammer until his knuckles whitened. I couldn't
stop my gaze from flicking over to it. With every second his
knuckles popped up further against his skin and the song of
Mjollnir grew louder.
    “ I do not need your warning,
goddess of details – grant me the contract, and I will be done with
you.”
    I tried not to swallow as I reached for a
fresh contract from my top drawer. I handed it over to him without
another word.
    Thor grabbed the pen on my desk, disturbing
the inkwell until it tipped and sent great puddles of ink soaking
over the wood.
    I let out a sharp breath, but didn't jump
back in time to stop the ink from pooling over the desk and
dripping onto my skirt.
    Thor laughed slowly and deeply
as he signed
his name.
    Patting my skirt, my jaw so tense I could
have chewed through a small moon, I stared up at him. “Do you agree
to be bound by this contract, Thor?”
    He waved me off. “Yes, Details, I will be
bound by it. Before you take the time to remind me of what those
rules are – I have heard them before. Save your breath.” He stood
up – not a splash of ink anywhere on him though I was covered in
the stuff.
    “ How long do you plan on
staying on Earth?” I remembered I hadn't asked nearly enough
questions, though more questions at this stage would lead to Thor
throwing me out the window and right into the heart of the
sun.
    “ For as long as I feel
like.” Thor swung his hammer onto his shoulder and rested it there
as if the thing weighed nothing more than air and light.
    I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes.
“Fine.” I stopped short of saying the usual “Please enjoy your
stay, divinity” speech, and stared pointedly at the
door.
    Thor glared down at me. He was a towering
titan of a man with a winged Viking helmet, a glittering
breastplate, and a giant hammer resting easily on his shoulder. Me
– I was a small ordinary goddess with large black-rimmed glasses
and a stained skirt and blouse.
    A triumphant smile spread over