His cheek reddened where my hand had connected with his face. I froze, 'What have I done..?' Stupid question. I know exactly what I did. I just signed my own death certificate.

His gorgeous, icy blue eyes shone with fury. I stepped back, 'shakin in mah boots'. I noticed how the light caught on his hair. I completely forgot about how threatening he was and remembered wanting to know whether or not he was wearing a wig.

I stepped towards him and reached out my hand. He froze, confused. I ran my fingers through his soft locks. Then, without warning, I grabbed some of his hair and pulled. Hard. Maybe too hard. He roared with pain and shock.

I pulled my hand back. My only thought was, 'Holy crap, it's not a wig and GOSH IT'S SOFT LIKE CLOUDS AND PUPPIES!!!' My drooling was interrupted when 'Loki' violently grabbed my wrist and squeezed. Hard. Definitely too hard......drama queen...

I tried to pull away, but he wasn't having it. "Let go, darn you!!"

He chuckled darkly, "You would have been slightly entertaining if you hadn't angered me."

Scowling, I said, "Why couldn't you have been more like Hiddles, you son of a nutcracker!?"

He rolled his eyes. I guess I'm the drama queen now. He was one first tho. As if he could read my mind, he let go of my wrist. He looked at me and smirked. I couldn't get past the fact that there was a 'Loki' in my living room...maybe even THE 'Loki'.

I had to be sure, "Sooo, who are you?"

He frowned, "You have not heard of me?"

I scoffed, "I think everyone's heard of you, I'm just making sure I'm not hallucinating from something the people at the Coffee Green put in my chai."

He paused, then, with authority, spoke, "I am Loki, son of Odin, Master of Mischief and Sorcery."

I raised a sassy eyebrow, "Really?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, "You don't believe me?"

"It's only hard to believe since you are supposed to be fictitious... and perhaps for other reasons."

"Is that why you pulled on my hair?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

I looked away and slowly nodded. I muttered under my breath, "I was wondering whether it was a wig..."

Apparently, he heard me, because after I said that he started laughing. My gaze flicked towards him in shock. "A wig? And you had thought me fictitious before I came here... ehehehehe.."

"I still think you are. I know I was napping before I found you in my kitchen. This is probably all a dream." 😐

He smiled mischievously. 'Oh crap. What is he thinking?' He stood straighter and stalked towards me, crossing the distance between in us in seconds. I leaned back against the tv cabinet as he towered over me.

'CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP HE'S HOT CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP!!!'

He slammed his hand into the cabinet right by my head, leaning in close. It's really not as hot as it is when in manga or anime. It's like way hotter. And terrifying. I nearly crossed my eyes.

His royal hotness was coming closer. I couldn't take it.

Aaand.....

I booped him. Right on the nose, "Boop."