“How do you suffer them?” His voice was smooth and rippling as amber, and Bonnie shuddered to hear it. There was something seductive in the cool power of his voice, resonant and musical and altogether ensnaring.
“Suffer who?” Bonnie replied lightly, careful to keep her voice and stance impassive. He drew closer now, boots whispering across the flagstone as he circled her thoughtfully. His shrewd eyes, two glittering slivers of ice, seemed to miss nothing.
He uttered an amused, delicate snort at her words. His lip curled and he threw her a look of distaste. “The mortals, of course. How can you stand them?”
“I am a mortal,” Bonnie reminded him coldly.
A gentle, dangerous smile blossomed across his handsome face and he shook his head. “Oh no, Bonnie. On Earth you were a mortal. Here in Asgard, you can be a true goddess. Join me, and be a queen among men.”
Loki held out his hand, pale and slender fingers reaching for her own.