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Frozen Fan fiction Loki SigynFrozen
I’d never been so cold in my whole life, it seemed to have seeped into every part of me like some kind of horrible virus, aside from the cold I couldn’t feel anything else, it was as if I’d been cut off from every other kind of feeling. The sensation of cold was so intense that I felt as though even my heart was frozen completely solid inside my chest. This extremely strong enchantment had been cast over all of my family, my people and my world after I had managed to infuriate an extremely powerful enchantress. The words of her spell still rang clearly in my head. “Only when someone shares their love with you will you warm and when they can stir your heart then the spell shall leave you, your family, your world and your people. However until that time you will be frozen to your core and despite your blood even you will be helpless against my spell.”
So now here I lay just as she said helpless on the floor of the throne room of the palace I call home
Bitter victory fan fiction loki and SigynBitter victory.
They say all I am is a liar, a cheat, a silver tongued devil, that all I can ever bring is destruction, I can never bring joy and now I begin to think they may be right. People look on me with deep fear and dark loathing; this once brought me joy but now I wish those looks would not be turned onto me, as every time I see them it feels as though part of me dies. All they see is the darkness I have brought to the lands, when all I really wanted was to be seen out of his shadow, as my own man and in to be recognised as his equal. But now he is not here to see what I have become, he along with the others is chained deep within the darkness I have created and the worlds I wanted to be my own kingdom are crumbling away with the darkness and the disease I have brought to them.
Even I am chained, though I appear to walk freely round the castle each day, I can still feel them round me heavy, confining and unforgiving but why should I be forgiven, I have brought these once
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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