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How did I fall for you. part 1 Loki/thorHow did I fall for you?
Love he decided was a strange emotion, you could never tell when it was going to strike or where it might hide before showing itself at just the wrong moment. Loki had never seriously thought that he would fall in love; neither had the god of mischief ever considered the fact that when his whimsical heart chose to love, of all the people it could chose from it would decide on some on like him. But all the evidence pointed to the fact that this was indeed the case, he was in love with the biggest idiot on Asgard. Loki let out a sigh, this aggravating feeling had not been part of his plan, but the god had quickly discovered that his heart had no care of his plans. He had also found that these feelings wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to ignore them. The raven haired immortal had even tried applying logic to his feelings in an attempt to if not get rid of them to at least arrange them into something which made sense of the emotions he ha
Storms have tears loki/thorThe storms’ have tears.
Loki looked out of the window just watching as the rain hammered down against the window panes, and as he watched it falling outside the god couldn’t shake the odd feeling that it was as though the sky it’s self were crying. This rainy weather was extremely odd; the clouds were a strange lavender purple and a light grey colour all at the same time in the morning light. The sun was a golden disk behind the wispy clouds which shrouded it enough that he could look strait at it; the golden disc made him think of Thor which as far as Loki was concerned was never a good thing. Then from no were a sudden strong wind began to blow, as it raced through the trees it easily bent them with its strength, the wind swirled round outside the house its noises reached the ears of the god and the trickster was sure he could hear crying and screaming. To him it was like someone was calling out desperately but for who or what it was not clear to the trickster at th
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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