Modern Goddess: Trapped by Thor (Book One) by Odette C. Bell Read Free Book Online Page A

the
table opposite me.
    I was getting so caught up in the details
I didn't notice when Tolus found his friend and waved at him. It
wasn't until Tolus tugged on my arm that I paid attention to him. I
let him lead me along without question.
    Whenever I saw a visually rich, novel
sight, I became overpowered. The true power within me – that noted,
reveled, and lived for details – grew. With every detail I drew in,
I drew in power. Come love or money, you couldn't drag me from
something new I hadn't seen before.
    I was still in a daze when Tolus stopped
pulling me along – an impressive fact, as Tolus looked incapable of
pushing a cockroach or lifting a single sheet of paper.
    “ Details!” someone shouted right
by my elbow – and that someone was Thor.
    I snapped my head to the side so fast
tendrils of ice-white hair fell loose from my bun. My glasses also
slipped several notches down my nose.
    There he was – bloody Thor. He sat at a
giant carved table as you might expect befitted a Nordic God. There
were all sorts of gods and goddesses around him, including the
forest bimbo from earlier this morning. In usual Thor style, there
were several gaudy, trashy goddesses hanging off both of his arms
and several more next to him who seemed overly proficient at
tittering for purportedly divine beings.
    There was also an assortment of other gods
from all across the various pantheons of Earth. The one thing
Thor/Zeus/Jupiter could be credited with – the only thing other
than an insane ability to make husbands jealous and cause riotous
bar fights – was he brought the pantheons together. There were many
gods and goddesses who stuck to their neck of the woods and mingled
only with divinities from their local area. Coming from three of
the most powerful and influential pantheons, Thor had a unique
ability to draw gods together. Yes, in his current guise as Thor he
wasn't technically Zeus nor Jupiter, but that didn't stop him from
having the keys to their houses.
    Here he sat amongst an impressive variety of
Roman, Greek, and Nordic gods. There was such an assortment of
helmets, togas, and sandals as you wouldn't get this side of a
high-school historical production.
    The table was overflowing with food, ale,
and gold laurels. Why there were so many gold laurels, I didn't
know, but it led to the impression this was a table where the gods
were letting their hair down.
    Fun aside, as soon as most of the gods
glanced up at Thor's roar of “Details,” I noticed everyone start to
recognize me. I noticed, because their expressions became
progressively less friendly.
    Tolus walked past me and waved at a
pasty-faced Roman god at the end of the table. How Tolus had a mate
on the Thor table, I didn't know. Now was not the time to find out.
Now was the time to back away from the mischievous look in Thor's
eye.
    The Nordic god took a mighty sniff that
might as well have sucked his beard up his nostrils. “You do go
out, Details. Dressed in a stained set of human clothes,” he noted
with a loathing but lecherous look. “You are less of a goddess and
more of a pathetic excuse for a mortal.”
    This drew the usual round of tittering
guffaws from the amassed divinities at the table. The two goddesses
hanging off Thor's arms tipped their heads back and laughed so
emphatically I could see their tonsils – a detail that made their
attempt at cruel humor all the less effective.
    “ Please, girls,” I pushed my
glasses further up my nose, “Close your mouths before a giant walks
in there.”
    The goddesses snapped their mouths
shut.
    Thor closed his mouth and shifted his jaw.
It was a move hardly worth noticing were it not for the way it
changed the shadows under his eyes and across his cheeks. It made
his face look more alive and yet paradoxically stiffer. It also
framed his less-than-pleased gaze. “Do you enjoy belittling your
own kind?”
    I was about to open my mouth to point out
he'd been the one to start the belittling, then I noticed