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green with envy.

JEALOUSY

Everyone feels jealous at one point or another, whether it's justified or not. What's important is how we deal with it... do we discuss it, fight about it, or plan epic revenge to carry out?

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1 → wandering eye.

You think your lover has been looking at other's a little too often or flirting too much in your company. You can't keep quiet any longer about it.

2 → simple life

Your friend, family, or lover has always had it so much easier and you can't help but feel a little put off.

3 → don't you forget about me

Your friend or lover has found someone new they want to spend almost all their time with and you can't help but feel a little cheated.

4 → cheated

Forget just a sneaking suspicion. You've caught your lover in the act of cheating and it's driving you nuts. You have to confront them about it.

5 → for the glory

You did all the work, or at least you feel like you did, so why do they always get all the praise?

6 → moved on

You broke up or had a falling out with someone close to you and it's killing you to see how they've seemed to let go and you're stuck standing in place.

7 → because i want you

You're jealous of any attention they get because you're secretly in love with them. Time to make it known!

8 → always the favourite

Everyone always praises them or they were clearly the favourite child or just more popular with friends. You can't help but hate it.

9 → more experience

they're more experienced, either in the bedroom or in the office. Any activity, they outshine you. Who wouldn't feel a little inferior?

10 → your choice!

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[ Eliot was eying the man who sat at the bar for some time now. Loki didn't know he was here, no doubt the god of mischief would have had harsh words for him had the god known, but Eliot was determined to see for himself this god of thunder.

Thor, Loki's brother, the man who abandoned Loki to this world and, according to Loki, actively worked against him.

Eliot finished his beer and decided that it was time to meet this unworthy deity who still had so much of Loki's attention. Standing up, he stalked over to blondie and tapped him on the shoulder.

It didn't matter that Thor was a god in his own right, or that he stood a head taller than Eliot. So what? Eliot was a trained fighter, faster than most, and a werewolf. ]

Hey, are you Thor?

[Thor had been in the middle of his usual carousing, sharing drink after drink with those at the bar around him, all who seemed to delight in his company. So he wasn't surprised, really, when someone asked for his attention, though as his eyes shot up and down the man, a bit of confusion registered. It did, nothing, however, to wipe away his grin.]

I am. Who asks?

[ Thor was not quite what Eliot expected the man to be, nothing like what Loki described at all. For one, he didn't expect the man to be grinning back wildly at him like that. ]

Name's Eliot Spencer.

[ For a second, Eliot matched the matched the man grin for grin, just two burly fellows meeting up at a bar, before he struck out lightning fast with a fist aimed for the thunder god's fine looking face. Knowing who he was up against, Eliot may be punching a god but he wasn't stupid, he called upon all of his beast's power behind the blow. ]

You messed with my lover.

[Usually Thor's reflexes would be sufficient for him to grab the fist before it even connected, or at the least dodge it. But blame his good spirits, or the fact that he really wasn't expecting a mortal to go picking a fight with him, and it all means that the fist collides with his face.

However, his head barely moves from the blow, and as he turns back to glare down at the man, his hand shoots out to grasp him by the collar, yanking him off the ground]

I think you have me mistaken for someone else.

[Alright, maybe he should have predicted that fighting the the god of thunder who also happened to be built like an ox would be harder than anticipated, but that didn't discourage him any. As he was yanked upwards, he folded his knees up and planted both feet solidly on Thor's chest and pushed, either toppling the god down from the force or freeing him from the hold.

One way or another, Eliot was able to roll free and smirked.]

Blond hair, blue eyes, not very smart. No, I think I got the right guy.

[Yeahh that doesn't really budge him too much. He staggers back two steps, fixing the other man with a confused, but certainly increasingly irritated look. He doesn't make another move, but holds up one hand.]

Then let us discuss this like honest men. [Usually his idea of discussing things like men is... bashing in heads, but with superior god strength, he tries to be a liiiittle more cautious throwing punches at mortals' heads] You do not wish to fight me.

You seriously kiddin' me? [ Eliot muttered when Thor barely shuffled back. Damn, the man was tough. Damn, the god was tough. ]

Ya wanna do small talk now?

[ Looking around, Eliot picked up the nearest barstool, and with a quick ] Borrowin' this [ at the horrified bartender, he turned and immediately bashed it at Thor's head. This time, he honestly did it just to gauge the strength of the man he was up against. ]

[Welp. This time Thor's not so ill prepared. One hand shoots up to grasp at the leg of the stool as he ducks out of the way of the head of it. The wood splinters under his grasp slightly, and he wrenches it to the side, offering an all too pleased grin that's now taken on a much more dangerous aspect]

I gave you fair warning. [And then he bowls into the other man with most of his weight, driving him backwards in the direction of the pool tables]

That's more like ii—oof!

[ The barreling into him knocked the breath right out of Eliot but before he could be pinned up against the tables, or smash into them as the case was more likely to be, he grabbed Thor's shoulders like one would an ox and hauled himself out of the way.

Eliot couldn't move fast enough to clear it completely and the edge of one table clipped his side painfully. Crying out, Eliot tried to twist around and wrap his arm around Thor's lowered neck in a practiced choke hold. If he could get that carotid artery up against the crook of his elbow, he could cut off the circulation enough to time the god out.

He never intended to beat the man on strength, but speed and knowing the weak points of the human body, those he had on his side. ]

Damnit... he was right... [ He grunted from exertion. ] Built like an ox... and about as hard to put down.

[Elliot's arm slides around his neck, but it also puts him in an ideal position for Thor to suddenly bend over, reaching behind him to grab hold of the man and literally FLIP him over top of him, slamming him down onto the table.]

[ One minute Eliot was hanging behind the big guy, the next he was flying through the air and the table broke under impact.

That, okay, that knocked the breath right out of him. As soon as Eliot managed to gasp some air back, he released a threatening growl while trying to work his hand under Thor's grip to dig into the pressure spots of the god's hand. There was no other way to break the god's grip otherwise.

Well, besides the fact he was now in the perfect position to plant a hard knee into the godly loins. Which he did. ]

[w e l p that sucks no matter HOW divine you are. And sends him staggering backwards, releasing his grip on the man]

It seems you do not fight for your lover with honor.

[ Eliot cleared himself from the broken mess of the table and got back to a fighting stance. He was grinning though. ]

There's an Earth sayin', bubba. All's fair in... [ His eyes widened and he waved a hand. ] Point is, he'd be laughin' his ass off if he knew.

He's... mischievous like that.

How many times must I tell you? [And two mighty mitts grip him suddenly by the shirt, lifting him and swinging him around and then slamming him back onto the countertop of the bar.] I know not of which you speak. [And then he'll... drag him along the countertop, over glasses and all]

[ Eliot began to rethink having challenged the god when he found himself picked up and smashed down with a grunt onto the table. Glass shattered to shards on the ground when he knocked them off the counter.

Grabbing a bottle before it fell, he twisted and smashed it over Thor's hard head just as they ended their bar run. ]

Oh, you know him alright. [ He blinked the blood out of his eyes, swiped at it in irritation. Damn head cuts, they bled too well. ] He's your brother.

[The bottle shatters against Thor's skull, and he has to shake his head to clear it, glass tinkling here and there.

Because of this, it takes him a moment to process and he pauses, releasing his hold on the other man]

Loki?

[ Staggering back when released, Eliot shook his head and swiped his bloody bangs back in annoyance. The broken neck of the bottle got tossed to the rest of the mess behind the bar. ]

Yeah, and I heard you and your friends are messin' with him. [ He growled low in his throat. ] Bullyin' your kid brother only goes so far.

You speak of things you do not understand. It is Loki who betrayed my family: Loki who lied to us, who chose the actions of madness.

That's not the way I heard it. Let me tell you somethin', people don't betray the family unless they betray him first, alright? You guys lied to him and hurt him.

And you're still hurtin' him!

[A cloud crosses Thor's features, that's more than just anger now.]

I can bring no more harm to Loki, whether I would choose or no.

My brother has met his end.

[ While Thor's face darkened, Eliot's colored with confusion. And the beginnings of worry. ]

Whatcha mean by that?!

Loki's betrayal consumed him and destroyed him.

In the end, he chose his fate.

What?

I saw him yesterday.

You what?

[ Now Eliot is looking at Thor strangely. ]

Yeah. Somethin' wrong with that?

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green with envy.

10 - I play Eliot in a verse where he hooked up with a Loki... Okay if I bounced that into this?

we can try it!

I know Thor is probably much more powerful than Eliot, use your discretion in facing the werewolf.

mmkays.

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