mrsaleclightwood

 At first it was fun to have such a unique name written on your wrist, a name you’ve searched and only found in lore. You didn’t show anyone of course, because it was long known as bad luck and quite honestly you didn’t know of anyone on Earth with the name, Loki Laufeyson. You always covered your left wrist either with a bracelet or a regular sticky bandage, but more now than ever. The events and attacks over the last few months that led to the establishing of the Avengers had you sweating and fidgeting each time you had to leave the house, but not for fear of an attack, mostly. It was the realization that your soul mate

→→→ Please read Description first. :) Also I don't know how to go about rating on this, but it does have a steamy kissing scene. ;) lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        ***10 Years Old***     Your mother always disapproved of your silly games. She thought you should behave like a young maiden should; especially since your mother was the goddess of spring and the finest seamstress of all Asgard. That did not stop you, oh how you loved to mess with the maids. She constantly scolded you for it, but you didn't care, you still fooled around.  You were crawling through the kitchen, with a mouse in hand. Trying not

_________ made her way up the dark halls to her bedroom, making sure to pass Clint's room quietly as she ascended the stairs. She glanced at the clock and it read 2:47 am in glowing cobalt. Most of the Avengers, if not all, had already gone to sleep. She padded up the stairs, all the way to the top, where she shared the floor with the infamous Loki of Asgard. She heard his frantic pacing before she even got close to their rooms. "_________," he snapped, his tone icy. Even now, he was trapped behind glass. He slammed his palm against the cold sheen of gloss. "Where have you been dallying?" "I made myself tea and did some work." "You are s

"Loki..." You murmured, hugging the pillow like a surrogate teddy bear. "Please." The room changed. At least the air did. You could feel him now, his heavy presence permeating the darkness.  A warm hand pressed into your back, soothing your aching body for a moment. You laid still among your bedsheets, waiting for him to crawl in after you. Loki still hovered over your being, looking concerned under a thick mask of arrogance. "You called?" He tilted his head, rounding the room so he could face your tear filled eyes. "My love, who has hurt you?" You tried to answer before choking back a sob, dissolving into a deeper sadness. Trying to say i