Mighty Thor
Son of Odin
The heir to the throne
And you showed him

God of Thunder
Quite frightening
Thunderstruck
Orgasms like lightning

Loki
Well he wasn't bad
Good in bed
But he was quite mad

Jealous of you
I didn't have a clue
That it was him with me
In bed and not you

Until you saw
Deemed me a whore
He used his magic
His betrayal was tragic

I thought it was you
I truly did
But he used his illusions
From me and he hid

His pathetic disguise
Hidden from our eyes
But you believed his lies
That he was in my bed so I cried.