The god turned abruptly and caught the wrist from which extended the hand which had just smacked his rear. The god’s eyes were on Eames’ though, dim and faintly narrowed. “Careful, darling.”
“Or what, hmm?” A smirk graced his features as Eames almost dared Loki to do something. If the god wouldn’t he most definitely would. “What would you do,” he asked again, this time stepping into the personal space of the trickster, again daring him to do something. This was the game they played, after all.
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