Mythology One Shots

Tiny God

I blink looking down into the dark navy blue irises of my short angry boyfriend. He scowls puffing out his chest to make him seem taller. I smile and lovingly pat his dirty blonde head.

"Why do you have to be so tall? Your probably about the size of a frost giant Lady Sage."

I laugh and ruffle his hair. He slaps my hand away and subtly-not so subtly-fixes his hair. This conversation seems to have become a routine for us. Every time I meet with him he always gets mad at me and my height. But I know he still loves me even if I am a whole nine inches taller than him.

"I already told you that it's in my genes. My mother was six feet and my father was six four."

I once again explain to the hammer wielding God. I gesture to myself,

"It is not my fault that I am six nine."

He growls before roughly grabbing my hand. I stumble caught off guard from his sudden movement and crash into his back. Oh no. My eyes widen as he turns to look at me questioningly and we fall to floor. He groans as we end up a pile of flesh and bones on the hard wood floors of my small house.

I clumsily get off the dirty blonde and stand up. I smile and laugh nervously,

"Heh. Sorry about that Thor."

He blinks slightly stunned before he glares up at me. He holds his hand out and I roll my eyes. I didn't know a prince needs help getting up, I thought it was the other way around. I don't get him sometimes, he complains about my height saying it 'kills his manlyness' (whatever that is) and now  he wants me to help him up.

I grab his hand and yank him up from his seated position on the floor.

"Thank you."

I smirk,

"I didn't know a prince needs help getting up. I always thought it was the princess who did."

Thor's navy eyes narrow to slits and he crosses his arms,

"Well I might as well take advantage of your hight. I mean your strength does rival with that of mine. You can also reach up into cabinets and such that even I can't reach."

"So I'm not your girlfriend but your maid?"

I raise an eyebrow at him and cross my arms over my chest. His eyes widen and he uncrossed him arms. His boot clad foot taps the wood covered floors before he wraps his arms around my upper torso.

I gulp, heat rising to my cheeks and awkwardly wrap my arms around his neck. He buries his nose into the nape of my neck and takes a deep breath.

"You smell good Sage. Like sugar cookies and ginger."

He lifts up his head,

"Were you baking today?"

I huff. He's avoiding my question. Thor seems to notice my annoyance and reaches up to ruffle my hair.

"No you are not my maid and you will never be one. You are my girlfriend of two years, an aspiring baker that has just opened her own bakery and a lovely woman who makes me laugh. No matter how tall you are I will always treat you like a queen and despite what I say you do not make me feel any less of a man. In fact I am proud to call you my girlfriend and hope that eventually I will be able to call you my wife. I love you Sage even if I don't show you that I do as often as I should."

I smile brightly at him and kiss his cheek.

"You can do better than that."

I pull away from his arms and walk away towards my kitchen connected to the living room. I peek at him through the corner of my eye and laugh as he gapes at me like a fish out of water. He regains his composer and smirks.

Let the games begin.

a/n: saw My Giant Life on TLC so yea that's my inspiration for this. Horrible ending but I couldn't think of how to end it.