Laying on your bed, you grabbed your iPod, switching through the songs until you finally recognize the beginning of your favourite song. You tried to calm down a bit.
Your godly boyfriend, Loki, god of mischief, was ignoring you right now. You were talking to one of your friends, who was a male, and Loki didn't like that.
You were trying to talk to him, telling him that guy was just a friend, and nothing more.
He didn't care though.
If he was pissed, it wasn't easy to calm him down again. Either you had sex, or he ignored you for a view days.
Sighing, you turned to your side, facing the wall. You closed your eyes, letting the music invade your thoughts, take over your mind.
You fell into a slight slumber.
Two-three-four- the hours went by, and you snapped out of your dreamless sleep, as the door flew open, crashing into the wall.
Loki walked in, clearly still angry. He sayed he wasn’t jealous, but you were pretty sure it was just a lie. Why would he freak out like that if he wasn’t jealous?
You shrinked back a bit. The sight of his angry state was intimidating every fucking time.
His eyebrows would be pulled together, his eyes allmost glowing with the slightest tint of red. His nostrils were a bit wider and his breathing heavy. His wavy hair hung down to his shoulders, caressing his perfect face, and high cheekbones.
Right now, a green v-neck shirt framed his upper body, the color seeming old and dirty.
His chest raised under the fabric of his shirt. He was breathing fast, slightly growling as he came closer.
You allready sensed something was on his mind, or he still would ignore you. As allways when this happened, it was something, he usually wouldn’t care about, but his anger took him over at the time.
He would freak out because of every single shit you would say or do, so you started to just walk into your room to let him calm down a bit.
Mostly it worked, and he would walk into your room after a while, telling you he is sorry for yelling at you, or for being angry.
This time it was one of the less times, he didn’t excuse.
Usually he just kept ignoring you for one or two days. He got time to calm down a bit, and you at least were able to talk to him.
But if he was in a state like this it was useless to try to talk.
He opened his mouth to speak, still glaring as he slowly came closer.
‘I see. You sleep peacefully and calmly while you should beg me to forgive you.’
His voice was calm, though you were able to hear the hint of anger in it.
He finally stood in front of you, leaning down as you pressed back against the wall.
‘How could you even dare to treat me so respectless?! I am a god!’
He was yelling now. His voice was loud and harsh, your body tensing in fear.
Grabbing you by your hair, he yanked you closer to him, ignoring how you winced in pain. He never was like this before.
He did yell at you, call you a whore, a slut or whatever, but he never hurt you physically.
Pulling you off the bed, his hand still tightly entangled in your hair, he growled, thinking for what to say next.
He didn’t talk, so you dared to speak.
‘I didn’t treat you respectless! I was just talking to a friend! Please Loki! Let go, you are hurting me!’
He ignored your pleadings for release, glaring darkly and slapped you across the cheek.
‘Don’t talk if I don’t tell you to! ‘
