Looking around the room noticed two people bickering in the doorway. One was tall, about 6’3 and young looking. Probably about 18 if I were to judge. He had shaggy dark brown hair with knitted black eyebrows. From the way his mouth was turned down I could make out faint dimples that would no doubt pop out when, and if, the man smiled. The light glanced off his pale blue eyes that perfectly accented his dark demeanor and perfectly tanned skin. Not too dark and not too light.

The other looked to be slightly older with messy blonde hair, lighter skin, and deep set brown eyes. Glasses balanced precariously on his boyishly chiseled face.

On second thought, maybe I was in heaven. After all, these two looked an awful lot like gods. Maybe the blonde was Thor and the darker one was Loki, I could go for that.

Though for some strange reason I felt like I knew these two. There was an aura of familiarity floating around them that made me do a double take while looking them over. Well it was more of a triple or a quadruple check, but who’s counting?

The blonde suddenly flashed his gaze towards me, meeting my eyes dead on. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes, like I was being sucked into a spinning vortex. The breath got knocked out of me and I struggled to remember how to breathe.

“Ah, Riley. I see you’re finally awake. Welcome back,” The blonde said. The corners of his mouth turned up in a bright smile that yet again left me speechless. His gaze swept to the man in front of him, as if sending him an unspoken message.

“I’ll go get you a glass of water,” The blonde said. Turning around on his heel he swiftly left the room in a fluid motion, as if floating across the floor.

Slowly the darker one turned around. If I thought his eyes were amazing from a glance, they were nothing compared to when he was looking directly at me. It was as if he had harnessed the direct color of the coolest water from an Antarctic glacier. Just looking at them sent chills up my spine, yet in a pleasurable way.

“Riley,” The man rumbled. It didn’t sound much like a statement but more like a gentle question, as if he wasn’t sure it was truly me or something in the form of me. His voice was deep and velvety, not unlike the blonde mans. I’d have to thank god later for letting me end up wherever I was.