Loki –
I heard an all too familiar husky voice outside the door talking to the flame midgardian woman. Please not Thor. Please not Thor. But I knew it was much to my displeasure, and all it meant was either he was going to be in deep sh*t soon or I would have to get into deep sh*t getting him out of the deep sh*t like always.
'Get up.'
I slowly turned to face the once interesting midgardian woman who I now despised. She refused to acknowledge me in any way so I found she was as annoying as the rest of them. I couldn't seem to stop myself from jabbing at her in pure frustration.
'I am not going anywhere with you midgardian filth.'
She paused and clenched her fists in anger.
'Filth?'
Her eyes flared at me, showing exactly the hell I was creating. I wonder just how far her unusual talent could stretch.
'Thor.'
I could hear how strained her patience was with me and my worst fears had been answered as the annoyance himself bundled into the room, shaking the entire building. Man. Couldn't he ever step lightly?
I yelped in annoyance as he scooped me up and hoisted me over his shoulder. I hated when he did that. If I wasn't in a lot of pain right now and had my full powers he wouldn't have been able to get within two feet of me. Damn you Odin for sending me to this hell, and damn you midgardian for calling my 'brother'.
'Slut.'
I glared at her angrily as her eyes widened in shock at the insult. Get used to it midgardian. The universe is unforgiving. As am I.