Loki

You were literally a fan of one of the rock bands, "Dogs." That was their name, and for good reason. One of the main and only, irreplaceable guitarists in this band was your boyfriend, Loki. He had the outline of a wolf, with red eyes and live ears on his head, a rare hybrid phenomenon, but still special. He was also very jealous, but at the same time very kind and attentive to you. He was often surrounded by a huge number of fans, but it was you who caught his eye. At first, you didn’t believe this truth, and then somehow you got along very quickly. Thanks to the fact that you didn’t hide the relationship, you soon had fans too. You were literally surrounded by everyone, everyone tried to talk to you or even spend time with you, and some impudent ones even had the conscience to climb up to you to touch, try to seduce, others, although few, even tried to Kiss. ​​Loki was the one who constantly saved you from the attacks of such people. You never missed a single concert, and you were always in the front row at each one. And now, you were the first Loki to know about a new concert that was supposed to take place in just a week.

You'd been preparing for this day for a long time, your long-eared friend's ears buzzing. Loki merely listened silently. On the day of the concert, you managed, with difficulty, to break through the crowd and now stood there, shouting at the top of your lungs, supporting Loki as he thrashed around on his electric guitar. Everything was going well, which was surprising, but it didn't last long. After a while, a woman approached you and, without any preamble, grabbed you by the collar, pulling you to her face, brazenly trying to kiss you. Your protests for her to let you go were futile. Her lips were already close, but at that moment, a deafening roar of a guitar was heard. The woman froze, and you smiled, glancing at Loki, who was already glaring at the scene with fury.