Giselle's footfalls were not lost on his exceptional hearing, the quick padding of her shoes as she rushed from the bedroom to the open door. She swept past Logan in a fluid motion and when she had thrown her arms about the God's neck, Logan narrowed his eyes at the much taller man.
"You got three seconds to get the hell off of my porch before I make sure you never get back ta Asgard in one piece," Logan growled deep.
Thor was the last thing he wanted to deal with and the fact that he and Giselle seemed to be close didn't sit well with the mutant. Not that Thor was a bad person, quite the contrary, he just wasn't the man to let the woman he was with act like that. And since Logan refused to take it out on Giselle, Thor was the next best thing. His temper didn't fare well when amped up on even a tuft of jealousy. The small amount of patience he had was dwindling quickly.