Mother, May I
“And you three? Mating in the near future?”
Hecate chokes on air, but the brothers? Totally serious.
“Not a mating,” Vidar says. “But we would love a handfasting.”
Hecate’s expression is priceless. Surprise, panic, and joy all flash across her face at once.
“I think that’s a conversation for private, brother,” Baldur chuckles.
“What’s there to talk about?” Loki asks, striding up to Hecate and tipping her chin. “We want you. We just need to know if you want us.” He kisses her—deep, slow, intense. “What do you say, goddess?”
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