Re: Vidar, Lottie, Open to Anyone
Lottie blushed bright red as her niece starting speaking. Her hand automatically took the glass that was offered, though she was mortified. It was very obvious that Nike had seen her kissing Vidar. Everybody had probably seen her kissing Vidar. And she wasn't ashamed that she was here with him, or even that she'd kissed him. It was just that it had been a pretty intense kiss and those were usually better in private.
No way to take it back now though.
Philotes shook her head. “No, no tackling. He's going to help his brother, who happens to be a friend and I don't want Hermod to get in a fight just because Vidar wasn't there to stop him.”
Then she scowled, her embarrassment burning away under the heat of irritation. “Though I could have done that. Stopped Hermod. I was going to go help him, and you know I could, you know I can stop fights before they even start, you've seen me to it, Nike, remember Detroit? This would have been way easier than Detroit was, but he didn't even give me a chance, he just strode off like some conquering hero or something, like he can handle it and I shouldn't worry my pretty little head or something, I'm not a feminist or anything but I'm pretty capable even though I have boobs, I could have taken care of Hermod, even without him, but at least he could have let me help or asked, you know?”
Lottie drained the champagne, then looked at Victory. “Maybe you could tackle him when he gets back. Just a little bit.”