“Ash organized it just for you, Pretty Girl,” Loki tells her with a smirk, breaking the spell she had woven around me. “I thought you said that you always host the first party of the year?” she asks him, her eyebrows squashing together, her voice soft and turning to face him. “We do. It was meant to be a Saints and Sinners party, but Ash changed the theme yesterday when he heard A Midsummer Night’s Dream was your favourite play,” Loki answers back like a fucking douche.
