Loki kept you propped up against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his nails digging into your skin. His teeth gritted together, his eyes glaring into yours. But as soon as his anger flared, it died. He exhaled deeply, then rested his head on your chest, lowering his hand.

…. You…. I cannot stay mad at you… He dropped you, letting you land on your feet. He stared. …. I’ll show you mercy this once. He mumbled, his lips twitching upwards, but quickly dipping back down.