“Ready?” Her eyes danced with mischief. Loki, he thought, but she was different, she was never angry.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“Flattery will you get you some places, but not here, my friend”

“I can list a number of places my flattery has gotten--”

“Make your move, Point Break”

“That was, as you mortals say, a low blow”, he took her knight and smiled triumphantly, “Have my charms distracted you so, that you have lost your edge in this game of wits?”

She was silent, contemplative, as she usually was. In his attempt to rile her with exaggerated yawns and glances of disinterest, he was taken by surprise when she captured his lips. He was lost in the tender motion of her moving against him. Thor, Son of Odin, was rendered helpless by the sweet careen of this woman and her lips.

She bit her bottom lip, “checkmate”.