Free Modern Goddess: Trapped by Thor (Book One) by Odette C. Bell

headed straight for me, and I
was genuinely worried Thor was going to kill me – then the thing
stopped dead in space and dropped right on the end of the tentacle,
pinning it in place.
    The tentacle couldn't scream – it didn't
have a mouth. The sentiment was there in the way it thrashed. But
no matter how much it tried, it couldn’t get free. The weight of
Mjollnir was legendary.
    I heard heavy footsteps approach.
    My face was pressed into the wall of the
tunnel, my lips and cheek smooshed as if someone had my head pushed
up against a window. As such, my field of view was limited.
    I still saw Thor make his slow way over to
me. The other gods were behind him, all sauntering in that
particular way only macho gods can.
    Thor had one eyebrow raised. He stopped a
half-a-meter from me and stared down. “Now.”
    It was a preamble, but a preamble to what? I
kill you, Details. I leave you here to rot. I take the opportunity,
considering you are pinned to the floor by an immortal tentacle, to
flick you in the nose.
    Several of the other gods laughed – macho
laughs, because they were in we-kill-monsters-mode. This was not a
time for giggling or twittering.
    Now the tentacle was pinned, its grip
waned. I was able to concentrate on my powers. I tried hard to draw
in all the details I could.
    The way the concrete pressed into my face,
the way Mjollnir looked solid and immovable as it pinned the
tentacle, the way the other gods stood behind Thor, and the way
Thor's T-shit was clean despite the sea-monster-in-a-flood-drain
battle of moments before.
    There it was. I could feel the power.
    I didn't bother telling Thor to get this
tentacle off me. I didn't try to plead with one of the other gods
to let me free. I was going to do this on my own.
    I turned my full attention on Thor. I
watched the way he stood – the way he planted his feet with equal
balance, the way his back was straighter than a tower. I saw the
shadows play across his face, though there was no light down here
to warrant the difference between a shadow and a highlight. I
looked at the way he stood there, hands clamped on his hips as he
stared back at me.
    He was clearly watching me too – noting
every hilarious detail of my face smooshed up against the concrete.
Noting the way my usually criminally neat hair was a wet mess
plastered over my face and back. Hell, he was having a good look at
my torn blouse and my mud covered neck and arms.
    Watching him watch me – noting the way he
looked as he noted the way I did – created a sort of feedback loop.
My power surged. I was a goddess of details – and while I was
sustained through those details, I still oversaw that same faculty
in others.
    I doubted he was doing it on purpose – Thor
was darn dim witted.
    I cut through the strength of the tentacle,
pushed back into it, and pulled free. The thing thudded to the
ground and sent an unwelcome spray of water scattering over my body
and face.
    Thor watched me as I rose to my feet, then
he crossed his arms and laughed.
    I took a needless breath and stared down at
the tentacle.
    “ This must be a big night for
you, Details.” Thor opened his hand wide and his hammer shot
straight into his grip. “Insulting gods and being hunted by sea
monsters.”
    He hadn't forgotten about that, then? Part
of me had hoped the rare opportunity to fight a bona fide immortal
sea monster on Earth would have been enough to quell his temper for
at least as long as it took to gloat.
    My sides ached and my head was filled with a
thick heavy fog. I didn't have a scrap of energy left to engage in
any hearty banter with Thor.
    I swayed on my feet.
    Thor narrowed his eyes.
    “ What's a sea monster doing
in these tunnels?” one of the other gods asked.
    “ It's a little cramped down
here,” another noted, more worried that the poor sea monster had
been forced to put up with a painfully small abode, and less
worried about the fact sea monsters in human flood drains was a bad
thing.
    Typical god