Broken Pieces (Loki)
WARNING THIS CHAPTER MIGHT BE DISTURBING FOR SOME READERS
(Loki)
My head was pounding before I even opened my eyes, my throat feeling dryer than the safari desert. Shit. How much did I drink last night? I couldn’t remember, not a dam thing. I groan, turning over in bed, slowly I cracked one eye open. Platinum blond hair was spread out on the pillow beside me. Fucking fantastic. I blinked a couple of times before peering at the figure beside me I didn’t recognise. Her body was limp and covered by nothing but a G-string. I grimaced, feeling repulsed by last night’s shag. It couldn’t have been any good if I couldn’t even remember fucking her.