Even though Valkyrie wasn’t pleased with having the man praise her for something she’d rather ignore she still hadn’t had this much fun with someone in a very long time. The man, who she had learned was named Tarthon after she told him she was an Asgardian, was a jovial person. He laughed at nearly everything he said and his likes and dislikes were very much like hers. The last time she had this much of a connection with someone was…
That’s where she stopped herself. Thinking of the past never did anything good for her.
Valkyrie stopped at the top of a ridge that overlooked a great deal of Sakaar in all of its messy glory. Tarthon stopped beside her.
“Wow,” he said. “It’s kind of beautiful isn’t it?”
She nodded. “Yes, it is.”
“Everything I’ve ever heard about Sakaar has been negative. I wonder why?”
She looked up at him with a smirk. “Because most people aren’t like us. They don’t understand rugged.”
He laughed. “I’m as rugged as they get.”
She chuckled, punching his muscled arm. “Yes, you are.”
He looked down at her, the lights from the Arena of Champions in the distance glinting in his aqua-green eyes. And once again she found herself captivated by his stare. His eyes were beautiful, more beautiful than she had ever seen, and as she realized she was staring she quickly looked away.
He smirked. “Caught you staring.”
“Staring at what?”
“At my eyes,” he responded. “It’s fine. I like staring at yours too.”
Her cheeks involuntarily warmed and she was hoping desperately that he wouldn’t notice.
“Obviously Gardulans know how to flirt,” she noted.
“Only to beautiful women,” he responded.
She grinned, still not looking at him. “Beautiful women who can beat you in a wrestling match.”
“I’d like to see you try,” he said.
This made her look at him and when their eyes locked she didn’t turn away. She didn’t know whether it was the Black Powder messing with her but he seemed to get more attractive by the second.
His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze rose to something behind her. His expression became alert.
She turned and when she saw what he was looking at she cursed.
Standing a few yards away was a blue-skinned brute named Gaugle and his colorful band of misfits. She had scammed him in a game of gambling (he honestly had it coming…he was cheating) and he had promised to get even. Well, it looked like the time was upon her for this imminent fight that she had forgotten about.
She smiled. She was ready for a good fight.