Three Slices

by Kevin Hearne

a short fuse and I exactly how to set him off. “Suck my balls,” I tell him. Loki blinks. “You don’t even have—” “They’re still bigger than yours.” He flinches as if I’d slapped him—and I suppose that, verbally, I had. Not only had I cast aspersions on his manly man-bits but I’d interrupted him to do it. “Bitch,” he growls, immediately grasping for the world that most men do when they encounter a woman they can’t control.

we support Granuaile fcking with rude deities