The guards averted their gaze.
Sif covered her eyes with her hand.
This was her fault. She had been the one who’d insist they rouse Thor from his sleep. She had been the one who’d determined this enemy warranted their King’s attention.
“Tell me where the villains are?” Thor demanded.
He had Mjolnir in hand, thunder crackled overhead, and he would have looked every inch the hero, ready to defend Asgard, if not for one fact.
Loki looked up irritably from their shared bed and threw a cushion at Thor’s back.
“You’re naked you idiot,” he hissed.
One of the guards nodded in hasty agreement.
“Please put your penis away, your majesty,” he said.