"This guy's getting on my nerves." Loki leaned on your side and mumbled in a low tone, his glare on the guy who was standing at the front door and greeting guests getting in hall. "Loki, he just greeted us normally." You looked at your 'mature' 26 year old boyfriend, who was staring at the poor guy as if he were the one who started WorldWar2. "I didn't like the way he greeted you." He mumbled, then his gaze fell on you again as he noticed your 'done' face. "What!" He whispered, acting innocent.