Fallen ; Demon!Tord x Angel!Reader

dirty angel

Rough clothing tugs at my skin. As I remain sat upon a wooden chair, I become aware of his presence. It unnerves me so I anxiously fidget with the cuffs of this... sweater.
I knew not of the human realm's clothing style. Although I did find it to be very comfortable...
"What are you?" a voice interrupts my thoughts.
Looking up, I am met with a half-naked male. It is the demon. His skin is fair. My eyes quickly recognize his well built torso, and I'm immediately filled with embarrassment. "Put on a shirt!" I insist loudly, turning away so I could resist the temptation of staring. Warmth filled my face.
"Ah, I see..." he trails off triumphantly. Then he is suddenly in front of me. "Are you an angel perhaps?" he queries with a sinister grin. I shudder.
"You are..." he muses. His silver eyes burn into mine as he frowns. "Why do you angels hiss and spit on demons? We aren't the ones who leave weak children to die in the human realm," he inquires. Suddenly he sighs. He lousily strolls away from me, heading back in the direction he came from. I dared not to look.
Footsteps informed me that he had returned.
"So why aren't you at home princess?" a voice snarled. I hung my head low shamefully. Blinking small tears from my eyes, I refuse to answer. A hand forces me to look up. A scoff escapes his mouth. "Crying? I thought angels were the best beings in existence, isn't that right?" he mocks me. More tears press down my cheeks. Confusion crosses his face and he tilts his head. He narrows his eyes.
"Answer me," he demands.
Swallowing a lump, I admit, "I am a dirty angel. I am a failure to my kind, and was banished from my realm." At that my face falls and I shut my eyes to not see his expression. Of course he would be disgusted. Horrified.
It was strange when I felt arms pull me upward into a hug. Seeing as they were informal, I did not feel comfortable in it. Besides, this guy was yelling at me two minutes ago...