Can The Hunter Be Humble? [Creed x Thor] …Fuck today!
That was the anthem that rang in his mind as he followed the Asgardian’s trail.
Fuckin’ squeamish Cajun… Fuckin’ bratty ass math nerd, thinkin’ he’s some punk kid in juvie… If my balls get any bluer, I’d a’ thought I swapped sac’s with ol’ Hank…
As luck would have it, when Creed came to the base of the stairs, he saw and heard a trio of teenagers sneaking towards the kitchen. Normally, the feral couldn’t have cared about enforcing the rules of curfue, but the yearning to yell at someone was far too great to control. So he ferociously roared at them with such might that one of the poor young mutants – a young boy with octopus like traits – soiled himself with ink all three leapt from shock.
“HEY, YA’ LITTLE COCK RAGS! GET THE FUCK BACK TO BED!”
The feral scowled as he watched the teenagers scurry before he stormed up the stairs.
…Fuck! Still pissed… Feelin' better, though. Good. Need a clear head for where yer’ goin’…
He stopped, sniffed, and resumed his pursuit. The blonde turned down the hall and eventually stood in front of a large oak door. Quietly, he placed his ear on the door, and purred when he heard the faint sounds of controlled breathing.
Sleepin’ like a baby… Not for long.
Creed leaned against the door frame with one arm and knocked to stir the slumbering god by kicking the base of the door with the toe of his boot. He was certainly cautious enough not to put a hole in it, but if the deity didn’t get up fast enough, eventually one would appear.