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

farther along the street, I
settled back into myself. It was like walking back home after a
lifetime of being away. My arms wrapped around me with all the
warmth and welcome of a long-lost family member.
    The warm, happy, I'm-a-goddess feelings
didn’t last. As I tried to count the rays of the dying sun, I
stupidly walked into the back of someone. One of the things about
dazedly staring up at the sky was you forgot to look where you were
going.
    I mumbled a quick sorry and went to move
around the man – who was abnormally large.
    “ Details,” the man grumbled
as he turned around. Sure enough, Thor stared down at me from his
considerable height.
    My jaw could have dropped off – and would
later on when Thor socked me in the face for having the hubris to
walk into him.
    He was no longer dressed in his full godly
garb – that would break countless rules. Walking around in a helmet
that glistened with the trapped light of thousands of suns and
carrying a hammer that sang a distinct and trembling note of
victory wouldn’t go unnoticed on a normal street. Though the people
around me no longer believed in gods – not as they did 2000 years
ago – they might adjust that belief at the sight of thunderous
Thor.
    It was forbidden to reveal your god
identity to mortal man. That meant no swanning around in impossible
armor with singing weapons.
    I didn't have that problem. None of my
powers were of the overtly obvious kind. My power came from within
– and while I used my senses to gather information, the true
divinity of it sat within my ability to hold onto facts with all
the power of a god. Yes, I had ice-white hair that could – if I
wanted it to – glitter like Arctic tundra under full sun. Apart
from that, I was normal looking. I had glasses – and how normal are
they? Very normal.
    Thor, though he wasn't dressed in his armor
from Asgard, hardly looked normal. He was around 6'5 and was built
with all the obvious strength of a warrior of old. He had his
golden beard and shoulder-length hair – though they didn't glitter
at the moment.
    He was dressed in jeans and – of all things
– a Led Zeppelin T-shirt (he was going for a grunge-god thing).
    He still drew everyone's attention. Jeans
and a T-shirt were not enough to hide his powerful proportions, nor
the powerful look in his eyes. A look that grew sharper as it met
mine. “Details, Details,” he clicked his tongue, “You have attacked
me from behind – an undignified and cowardly move.”
    I stared up at him, almost having to crane
my neck. “I didn’t attack you,” I said quietly, not wanting to
launch into a full-blown god-domestic on an ordinary city street.
“I bumped into you.”
    Thor kinked a lip and snickered coldly. “I
assume this is all the attack you could muster – while some gods
wield a fiery sword of doom, you bump into people from behind to
command their attention.”
    I stared back at him, looking purposefully
dumb. For all his god-like power, Thor often didn't make sense. His
booming voice and predilection for powerful prose combined to make
his speech odd. He couldn't ask you for a pen – he had to point
dramatically at it and request “A sword of writing,” or a “Means to
enable victory over the scroll.”
    I shook my head. “I didn’t on purpose
accidentally bump into you, Tho—“ I stopped myself from saying his
name in time. “I bumped into you. You realize that can happen on
Earth, don't you?” I crossed my arms and stared up at him. “I hope
you don't accuse old ladies of attempting to mount vicious rear
assaults on you with their rods of power when they knock into you
with their walking sticks.” I kept my expression
challenging.
    “ They are human.” Thor
crossed his own arms – and it was a far more impressive move than
mine. I could make out the detail of every bulging muscle along his
forearms – from the change in skin tone, to the varying shapes, to
the way they caught the light. “You are not.”
    This