Very Much Alive by Dana Marie Bell

dressed, into a lake when she was twelve.
    Time to get things back on track before I leap across the table and do something foolish with my stupidly raging libido.
    “Any ideas on what we should do for the video?” She turned to Kir, hoping to avoid Logan’s lazy smile for a few moments. “What can you do that Logan can’t do, other than thunderstorms?” She leaned forward, putting her chin on top of her folded hands, and stared at Kiran intently, her mind starting to drift into what she thought of as “work mode”. “We need the video to prove to the others that it’s really you and not some trick of Logan’s.”
    Logan sat back and watched them quietly, his fingers casually cradling his coffee cup. Kiran nodded slowly. “One way would be to perform some kind of miracle.” He exchanged a quick look with Logan, who shrugged. “There are differences between the magic of the Jotun and the miracles performed by the gods.”
    “What differences?”
    “For instance, if it’s associated with the spring season, I can influence it. Spring storms, flowering plants, green and growing things, are all under my influence.”
    “Don’t forget sex and fertility.”
    Kir rolled his eyes, but not before she’d seen the quick heat come and go at the mention of sex. “Down, you horn-dog.” He turned back to Jordan. “So, okay, add fertility to the list.”
    “Is there anything Logan can do that they’d point at and say, ‘That’s Loki, not Baldur’? In other words, can Logan imitate you?”
    Logan’s expression sobered immediately, the two men exchanging a long look. “That’s been part of the problem for years. As a Trickster God, I can imitate quite a bit of what Kir can do, but if you know what to look for you can tell it’s not the real deal.”
    Kir leaned forward and propped his chin on his hand with an irritated frown. “No matter what we do, Grimm can claim it was Loki and the others believe him. We need to come up with something that’s indisputably Baldur.” Kir sat back again with a sigh. “The problem is, what can I do that Logan can’t imitate?”
    “Hopefully the video itself will fix some of that.”
    Jordan looked at Logan. He was staring at her mouth. “Earth to Logan, come in, Logan.”
    His gaze snapped up, his mouth curling into that devil’s grin she was coming to know so well. “If they can see Baldur performing the miracles, they’ll know it’s really him. There are some things I can imitate, but there are one or two things I simply can’t imitate. Those are the ones we’ll use.”
    She ignored him when his gaze went once more to her mouth. “ How will they know it’s you and not him?”
    Kir looked…guilty. “They’ll know.”
    She raised one brow in disbelief. “Just because they can see you?”
    He nodded, looking uncomfortable.
    “Are you going to share with the class?”
    Kir ignored the question and began gathering the dishes.
    Logan leaned forward, one finger stroking a line of fire down the back of her hand. “I’m more than willing to share.” He glanced at Kir, who was now standing behind her chair, one strong hand resting on the table beside her plate. They had her surrounded in their heat. “Are you?”
    Jordan gulped. Good-bye dry panties, hello inner slut-puppy.
    The satisfaction on Logan’s face as he stood to help her out of her seat didn’t help. Kir’s hand at the small of her back, guiding her out of the room as Logan took over clearing the table was almost a relief.
    Almost. Kir’s hand stroked her back in small, gentle circles as he guided her into the living room. It felt so good, she almost melted at his feet.
    Oh, yes. So much trouble.
     
    Kir watched as Jordan checked out the computer, making some notes on the programs they had. She was muttering to herself, Adobe this and Movie Maker that. Logan was sprawled on the sofa, watching her with that lazy, hooded look that always sent heat straight to Kir’s cock.
    She bent over to examine the