with Motlander mothers, so that’s a big change from when my dad and Finn were kids. We aren’t half as territorial as back when Nmen fought for their women in tournaments, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want my woman having sex with other men than me.”
“That’s a given,” my dad said with a solid nod.
My mother chuckled. “I would like to see the woman who can handle more than one Nman anyway.”
Thor looked at me with a confident smirk on his lips. “Maybe that’s why Linea is interested in Victor. Not everyone can handle an Nman. I’m sure the French are sweet and gentle.”
My dad laughed. “Ah, you wouldn’t say that if you knew Linea. She’s like her mother, and trust me, I was quite a handful to handle when Athena first met me. She’s been dancing with my demons for thirty years and still helps me face them.”
Thor gave me a strange look and a sense of heavy energy hit me right in my solar plexus. Self-loathing. I was picking up on his emotions and my empathy kicked in.
My mom would be able to feel it too, but she didn’t reveal anything and just kept on talking about love conquering all.
“I don’t know about that,” Thor said and scrunched up his face. “My dad is eager for me to marry, but the thought stresses me out.”
“Why?” Finn asked. “What’s not to like? If you marry someone beautiful you can teach her how to please you.”
“Dad! That’s sexist and gross. Mom isn’t your personal pleasure worker – show some respect.”
“She’s not?” He winked at me and laughed while turning to Thor. “The trick is to get your wife pissed at you once in a while. It increases the sexual tension and I get to chase her again. Athena can’t resist my charm. Isn’t that right, babe?”
My mom, who had been leaning her back against his chest, moved away and breathed, “I’ve stuck with your crude humor this long so there must be some truth to that.”
“I’m just showing Thor how to charm his wife. He’ll be married soon.”
I straightened up. “Why would you say that? Thor just said the thought stresses him out.”
Swinging a dismissive hand through the air, my dad made a “tsk” sound. “You’ll see, Thor. Once you meet your best friend with tits, you’ll want to marry her fast. I did.”
“Did you just call me your best friend with tits?” My mother’s appalled expression had us all laughing.
“I meant my best friend with nice tits,” my dad said as if that would make it better.
When my dad chased my mother to get her to laugh, Thor took another lemonade ball before looking at his wristband. “My drone is close. Do you want to come with me now or join us before the summit?”
“There’s no need for me to come with you now when the summit is still two weeks out. I’ll come the day before you leave for France.” Smiling with sheer excitement that I might get to see the colorful country for myself, I asked, “You really think you can get your father to agree and allow me to come with you to Europe?”
Thor shifted his balance. “He and I are about to have a serious negotiation, and that will be one of my conditions for going.”
My parents were in the open living room with my dad hugging my mother from behind. “Wow, that’s so nice that you and Linea have become friends,” my dad said, completely clueless over the animosity between Thor and me.
“Yeah.” Thor’s gaze locked with mine and I understood what he was communicating to me. The reason he wanted me to come was to learn whether or not Freya was a lesbian. I could have given him the answer to that question then and there, but I wanted to go to France, so I just nodded to let him know that I understood.
“We’ll leave Friday morning on the 15th. Make sure to arrive at the Gray Mansion no later than the night before.”
Straightening up, I dipped my head. “Yes, sir.”
There was a nano-expression on Thor’s face when his pupils widened, and his lips spread a bit. It was so quick that I might have missed it if not for the wave of powerful energy that washed over me like a tsunami of lust.
“Good.” Thor walked to the door and we followed him outside, seeing his impressive drone fly in.
“Thor.” My mother moved to stand in front of him. “Try to meditate