“What are you doing here, other than breaking into my personal space, again?” I asked. I dropped my bag on the counter and crossed my arms.

Slowly, Loki turned to face me. His lips were a thin, tight line, eyes empty, black holes. I couldn’t read his expression at all, but if I had to guess, I’d say he was angry.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at me.

I sighed and went to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. I offered Loki a bottle, ...