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

and
bangles – and they jangled and clinked. “You had me worried for a
moment there. Such a tight grip that nasty sea monster had around
you.” The god made a face as if he were gasping for air, then he
flopped a hand at me. “It must have been terrible.”
    “ It wasn't pleasant.”
    “ Now look at you, all
better. Heard you were the goddess of details,” he said, hands
moving as he spoke, jewelry moving more. “I surrounded you with all
the details I could.”
    “ Thank you.” I sighed and pushed
off the slab. My feet touched the marble of the floor, but it
wasn't cold. Nothing about this place was cold. Or, more likely, I
was now so accustomed to my god-like powers that I was failing to
note the mundane and human notion of warmth.
    “ As far as I’m concerned,
you are all healed – you can take a look for yourself, if you'd
like.” The god gestured towards my middle.
    I looked down to see I was in a toga. I
patted my middle and felt assured it was still there. Then I went
back to the fact I was wearing a toga. I hadn’t worn a toga in at
least two thousand years. I’d worn skirts, pants, dresses – you
name it. But it had been millennia since I'd dressed in the usual
garb of my kind.
    I patted my hair and realized it was being
held back by some kind of laurel. Wow, it had been longer since I'd
worn one of those.
    The god noted my surprise. He gave a
pressed-lipped grimace. “Oooh, you don't like it? I tried to look
up the files to see what you wore – but I couldn't get the details.
So I popped you into the standard toga and laurel. Pale white isn't
your color? Though with that gorgeous white hair of yours, you can
pull off white better than most of the ice goddesses.”
    “ Ah, thanks. The clothes are
fine,” I lied. The clothes weren't fine. They were odd. They
reminded me of a history I’d abandoned long ago. I was a woman who
lived in a cottage with white roses, a cat, and a pantry stocked
with everything you needed to make any type of muffin you could
think of. I was no longer the kind of goddess who milled around in
white togas and golden laurels and stared down on humanity from
atop heaven.
    “ Now you are up, you might want
to....” The man pressed his fingers together and looked mildly
concerned.
    He wasn't going to say duck, was he? Thor
wasn't waiting to thwack me on the head, final payback for my
earlier insult, right?
    “ Calm yourself. You are
going to have to answer some questions, you see.” He scratched his
nose.
    I frowned at him. “The Integration Office
will want to get my side of the story so it can close the case on
this. Those details will be vital to helping prevent future
incidents,” I recited the company policy easily, and with the usual
monotone voice I used as Immigration Officer.
    “ Oh, that's okay then, I thought
you'd be worried, see. It's just that sometimes goddesses and gods
get nervous when they know they have to speak to Him.” The god
flopped another hand at me.
    My eyebrows descended in a
twitch . As
far as I was aware, the god I would be dealing with was Tremulous,
god of Law Enforcement. Yes, he was a brusque fellow, but nice
enough once you got to know him.
    “ Sometimes gods get a bit
put-off by the one-eyed stare and the generally foreboding
countenance.” The god laughed it off now he'd confirmed I had no
problem with the whole thing.
    “ Sorry? One eye? Tremulous
has two eyes,” I noted. A detail I was hardly likely to
forget.
    “ Who? You'll be talking to Odin.”
He chuckled. “He's going to be overseeing this one personally. That
sea monster was one of the old ones trapped under the fjords or
something. Anyhow, it sounds as if some wayward divinity let it
loose. What, with those fjords being his territory,” the god leaned
in conspiratorially and pressed two ring-clad fingers together, “He
is a little angry.”
    A little angry. Odin, a little angry. There
was a reason Thor had a temper like a super volcano. He was Odin's
son. There was