She laid on his bed. This sleeping woman.

The one he now knew as Sarah.

Loki sat at the other end of the bed, his back resting up against the pole, a book in hand.

Over the top of the book, he watched her as she slept. Remembering the intimate dream he had about her.

The way her lips taste.

The way she effected him...

It made Loki shiver.

If he wished, he could go over to her right then and there, wake Sarah up and tell her that she belonged to him.

As far as he was concerned, she did.