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               Water pooled in your eyes before spilling out over your cheeks as you sat in your attic window seat.  Your forehead rested against the cool glass as you stared out over your neighborhood. The tons of Christmas decorations and flashing lights hurt your eyes and head while the happy families playing in the snow poured salt and lemon juice all over the wound in your heart. “Bah humbug.” You muttered dejectedly as you tore your eyes from the peaceful scene out your window. You weren’t always a Scrooge, in fact up until two months ago you loved Christmas. But that was the past, now your parents –the last of

To them, he was a disgrace. He was a fallen prince, a son borne from the blood of their enemies. He was a traitor. You refused to believe it, of course. Because how can a man with such a dark heart hold you gently at night? How can a god so evil exhaust all his powers, time and time again just to come and visit you - a lowly Midgardian? My brother speaks true, Thor had said. But that was before he has met you. You are his final redemption, dear (y/n). His saving grace. His saving grace. "That brute brother of mine is right, love." You snapped out of your thoughts. And it was then that you realized that Loki is not reading anymore. Rath

“I vow that everyone here shall suffer if someone does not remove this fiend from my person!” Loki growls as he tries to untangle your curious fingers from the silken edge of his pants. Thor’s laughter is booming as he steps forward to pick you up and hold you in one of his large arms. “Now brother, this tiny lady is no fiend,” Thor coos playfully, stretching out a single finger to tickle at your belly. You laugh giddily, small fingers wrapping about his finger, a large grin on your face. “Yes,” Sif says in that gentle baby voice everyone seems so keen on adopting when in the presence of an infant

You tossed and turned in your bed, hugging the covers closely to your body. Damn, why is it so cold? You asked yourself, still trying to cling onto sleep for as long as you could. It's no use. You sat up in your bed, your teeth chattering. You looked at your alarm clock, and the bright red letters peek out against the darkness. 2:24 AM. You sighed and kicked the covers off of you, letting out a loud shiver as the sudden bitter cold touched your skin. Goosebumps developed, and you rubbed your legs for some warmth. Why you decided to sleep in a green tank top and black shorts, you had no idea. Standing up from your bed, exhausted, you search

  “I just don’t know what to do.” You complained to your best friend as the two of you talked over coffee inside the S.H.E.I.L.D break room. “Have you even tried to tell Loki that you’re pregnant yet?” Natasha questioned after setting her mug down. “I’ve tried like three times today and each time he had to leave before I could tell him. And now he’s about to go on another mission.” You sighed before downing the rest of coffee. ~~~Flashbacks~~~~ 1       It was the unholy hour of five a.m. but that fact was lost on you as you sat at your kitchen table reading a magazine and hummin

You were practically bouncing off the walls when Uncle Thor arrived. “Calm down (Name).” Your father said and handed you your favorite stuffed animal. “Uncle Thor! I missed you!” You squealed and clung to his large leg. “Aye, I missed you as well Miss (Name)!” He boomed. You looked beside him to see Jane as well. “Hi Auntie Jane!” “Hello (Name)” She chuckled.  “We must be going, Uncle Loki is expecting his princess.” Thor smiled. Your mother and father smiled and kissed you goodbye, handing Thor your weekend backpack. “Honey, no playing with Bildshnipe” Your

(Name) sighed and got up for what seemed like the millionth time that hour. With being one of the most impressive agents S.H.E.I.L.D has, they trusted her with housing their latest criminal from another realm. Being temporarily out of service with they rebuilt Stark Tower. And being also the youngest, Agent Fury came up with some lame excuse how he is giving her a chance to do her country a favor. (Name) knew she was really doing Fury a favor and what he really meant was, “you’re the youngest and I’m your boss. I don’t want to deal with him!” And currently the ‘him’ in question is living with the