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

– this was a distribution
point for gods. We didn't and couldn't have rules about carrying
weapons or booming at people with a voice that sounded like a
century's worth of thunder storms. That's what gods did. They
couldn’t help it.
    “ Ha,” Thor laughed so
heartily his breastplate looked as though it was going to pop off,
“Details!”
    He always called me that. My name was
Officina. It was a nice name. It was lyrical. My name was not,
however, Details.
    I pursed my lips and crossed my arms over
my blouse. If I hadn’t already pushed my glasses up my nose, I
would have done that, too. “Is there any reason you are shouting in
the corridor, Thor?” I said his name with as much disdain as I
could get away with – I did know whom I was talking to, after all.
“You are not on my books today, why are you heading towards my
office?”
    Tolus looked from me to Thor, then did the
wise thing and scuttled off. Being the god of Barely Enough, he was
adept at keeping alive. He would know not to stand in the middle of
a fight between the god of victory, thunder, and general angry
outbursts and the unremitting goddess of facts.
    Thor laughed again, his wide jaw dipping
open and his blond hair flicking over his shoulders. “I’m Thor, and
I have chosen to visit Earth,” he said, as if those facts were
enough to explain why he'd decided to show up at the Immigration
Office without first putting in an application for a visa.
    I kept my lips thin and my expression
unimpressed.
    “ You look like a wet fish or
a dead man,” Thor pointed out with another gruff laugh.
    Several of the other gods waiting in a
respectable line outside my office snickered.
    Thor was like the boisterous bully
challenging the teacher, much to the delight of all the sensible
students. I knew my role as immigration officer made me unpopular
with most divinities. Still, laughing at one of Thor's
less-than-humorous jokes was low even for them.
    I pursed my lips. “You do realize we have a
process, don't you? I have explained this to you before. You can't
swan in here whenever you feel like visiting Earth. You have to put
in an application first, and you will be seen in a timely manner
when it is your turn—“
    “ I do not wait in lines,
goddess of details,” Thor boomed at me, his eyebrows descending
sharply. When he wanted to – which was most of the time considering
his outrageous personality – Thor could look more menacing than any
god of death or chaos.
    I kept still. I’d seen this act often
enough, though it always made me suitably nervous to be stared down
upon by one of the most powerful gods of the Nordic pantheon. “In
that case, if you go to the end of the line, I might be able to see
you by the end of the day—“ I tried, knowing it wasn't going to
work, but not wanting to lose the edge off my indignation. As the
god of victory – among other things – Thor knew how to win all the
time. You had to fight hard when you were with him to prolong that
inevitable victory for as long as possible.
    I’d dealt with him enough times over the
past several centuries to be able to put up a good fight.
    Thor grabbed Mjollnir from his pocket, and
as soon as he touched the great hammer, it sang. It was a single
note, but it was so sharp, clear, and powerful it resonated right
through me.
    He played with
it .
    He pointed to the goddess at the front of
the line – a forest divinity who was a stunning green with patterns
of flowers flecked all over her skin. “You,” Thor smiled dashingly,
“Great goddess of the forests, Thor requests to take your place in
this line.” He smiled again. It was the kind of smile that told
everyone that a) he was going to get his way, and b) everyone was
still going to adore him anyway.
    It worked as planned on the forest goddess.
She puffed out her substantial green chest, her eyes sparkling like
morning dew on new foliage. “Great god of victory.” She bowed.
    “ It's thunder today,” Thor
replied with