“All for one,” he repeats in a bored tone, but the tilt of his lips shows his amusement. “Come on, big guy,” Loki cajoles Jax, waggling his eyebrows. “We need our fourth Musketeer.” Jax sits with his arms folded for another beat, then huffing, gets up, and thumps his hand hard on top of ours like a dick. “Say it,” Loki insists, and Jax holds his stare. A lesser man would wither under his intense scrutiny, but Loki holds his ground. “All for fucking one,” Jax rumbles, and Loki fist pumps with his free hand. All for fucking one.
