Bab 29: Far From Perfect (Loki)

(Loki)

It was well past three in the morning when I awake to someone pounding on my front door. I groan, rolling out of bed. But the pounding kept coming. Who the fuck was bothering me at this time? I didn’t care that I was half-naked; as I sleepily strolling towards the door, the banging only got louder. Fuck sack! They will break the bloody door down at this rate. “I’m coming!” I shouted as I began down the stairs. Who the hell was that? It’s three in the morning on a Saturday! Finally, I make it downstairs, swinging the front door open. Adam fist flying through the air as he tries to pound on the door again.

“Dude, what the fuck!” I groan, dodging the blow.

“Where is she?” Adam questions, not bothering to wait for my reply before barging into my house. By all means, come in. I close the front door behind him, still half asleep.

“Who?” I ask, turning back to him. Adam eyed me disapprovingly, his jaw clenching.