I had decided to tie him to a chair with some chains I had kept in my garage. It took forever to get him out of the kitchen too. As I said before, I'm not very strong and on top of that, I'm not that tall either. I'm only 5'5, however, I like saying 5'6, so his 6'2 body was extremely hard to move.

I also hid his spear so that he couldn't use that against me. I took his helmet off and set it on the breakfast table. He had such pretty hair. It took all of my willpower to keep from touching his hair. I really wanted to see whether it was a wig or not. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. I slowly got up and edged closer to him. I crouched down and stared at him. I slowly lifted up my hand to touch his beautiful locks when I heard the chains rattle and his hand grabbed mine, halting its progression.

My eyes widened as his opened and he turned to look at me. My face flushed and I couldn't do anything as I stared at him, his gaze piercing me. His mouth opened and he uttered menacingly, "Who are you? Where am I?" I immediately got angry. 'He breaks into MY house and rummages around MY kitchen and then he says this!?' I pull my hand away and I stood up. "How dare you! You broke into my house! I find you going through my kitchen and now you have the gall to ask me that!?" He looks at me, stunned. Then his face darkens as he stands, obviously having already freed himself.

"Nobody talks to me that way. I am a god you insignificant worm!" Now, I was REALLY angry. I grab my bat that was resting on the couch and swung it at him. He grabs it, prepared this time. He wrenched it from my grasp and tossed it aside. I stumbled backward and I tried to get to my phone which was on a tv tray.

He lunged forward and grabbed me by my neck. Lifting me off the ground, he pulled me towards his face, "Give me a reason why I should not kill you." I grunted unable to reply. I kicked him where it hurts and he let go momentarily as he doubled over in pain. I grabbed my phone and was about to dial 911 when 'Loki' swiped it from me and crushed it in his fist.

I slapped him.