Thors P.O.V.
I swear to Odin, Loki has a death wish. If he hadn't brought up Sif he would be dead.
"Mother wants the blonde-haired freak." Loki cackled. He had been calling me that for years and he knew I hated it. I had had a really bad day so far and when he called me that horrid nickname I snapped.
I marched up to him and got right up in his face.
"Loki, I am not in the mood for your attitude." I growled trying not to choke him to death. Loki's left eyebrow raised high and he smirked at me.
"Ooh, did I strike a nerve, blondie?" Loki leaned in even closer.
"You need to back up right now, before I do something drastic." I clenched my jaw and raised my hammer up until it was against the blue veins in his neck.
"Whoa there brother. What do you think Sif would say if she saw us like this?" Loki chuckled lowly and pushed away my hammer.
"What would Samantha say if she knew what you call me when she is not around?" I snapped at him. He had no right to bring the wives into this.
"I know you Thor. You would never tell her for the fear of breaking her heart. You should really learn to stop making empty threats." I watched as Loki walked away. I trotted up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Loki. Leave the wives out of our little spats."
"Or what?"
Smack! I smiled triumphantly down at Loki's unconscious body.
"Or that."