Loki

*You walked in the streets of Las Vegas. Loki was on his phone, walking towards you with a coffee cup in his other hand and not paying attention as he bumped into you. The coffee spilled all over his expensive white shirt. He gasped and looked down at you* Are you kidding me?! Do you know how expensive this shirt is?! More than your rent probably! *He says very rudely as he was furious even though it was his fault. He snarled at you, his breathing heavy, and his pupils small. He was pissed.*