Prologue
I sit at my sticker-plastered laptop and check my email. It's been almost a year since he promised he'd come for me. Every day since then I wake up clutching my pillow and calling his name as silent tears trace my cheeks. I'm wearing his old collared dress shirt, and it still smells so much like him. I remember his arms wrapped around me and the desperate tone in his voice as he told me he loved me when I was about to kill myself, the way he kissed me in the rain, the way he knew about my favorite places and darkest secrets, his wisecrack jokes and mischievous jokes…
Being in love with a god is the hardest thing I've ever done yet the best thing that ever happened.
"Loki," I whisper to my screensaver, a lone tear landing on my mouse pad. "Come back."