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before you knew it, you had reached adult hood and watched as your friends changed over the years. you remained close to Loki of course, but his aloofness began to take a toll over his usual countenance. 

“Y/N, you have to go,” Thor practically begged you. 

flipping the welding mask off your face you gave him a sharp smirk, “yeah, no thanks i think i’ll pass this time.” 

“when’s the last time you drank the night away with your best friends?” Thor pestered you. 

you threw an exasperated glance in Loki’s direction, help me!

“Thor she said she didn’t want to come,” Loki pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on and strode over to where the looming blonde lurked, “so let’s go.” 

Thor’s complaints could be heard down the hallway as he indignantly exited the room where you were working. Loki toyed with a gem that was sitting on the work table, “come for a little while?”

you wiped off your sweaty face with the back on your arm only to smear dark grease along your jawline. Loki’s fingers twitched as he almost wiped it off for you but stopped himself out of embarrassment. 

you shook your head sadly, “you know how much work i have to get done by the end of the week.” 

Loki gave you a pitiful glance and stalked to the door, “you’ll be missed.” 

the party had gotten out of control as they usually did, incidentally, Loki had drunk more than his usual amount of alcohol and stumbled into the hallway to cooldown. the open and airy hall was spinning and the stars seem giggle along with the intoxicated prince. 

“what have you done?” a playful voice drifted into Loki’s thoughts. 

Loki felt an arm wrap around his waist and he grinned down at your grinning face. He never got this drunk so you’d be sure to let him know in the morning. 

“what are you doing here, Y/N,” Loki managed to slur and finished with a giggle fit. 

sighing you pulled him over to a bench near a large, opened window, “well, i was about to go to bed but it seems like i need to get you to yours first.” 

the world was spinning, but when he focused his vision on you it didn’t seem as violent. you still had that grease stain. lifting a gentle hand, Loki reached out to wipe it away. 

being caught off guard you flinched at the surprising contact but you reached out a hand to gently grab his wrist. Loki paused what he was doing, slowly he moved his thumb to brush over your lips. his eyes traveled from your eyes down to lips and moved closer.

what am i doing? he wondered, am i allowed to feel like this? 

“Loki?” his named came out in a still whisper. 

a gentle pressure landed on your lips and you melted into the sensation. any question and hesitation faded from your mind as he held your face gently in his hands. your hand had still not left his arm and you held on tighter as he kissed you deeper. 

with the rising sun, you awoke the next morning and looked over at Loki. at first, you thought you should at least feel shame or embarrassment, but you didn’t. if anything, you only wished that it could be like this every morning. you knew he had been drunk last night so he probably would not be feeling well when he woke up.

slipping out of the warm, satin sheets, you quickly threw on your clothes and hurried out the door. when Loki awoke, he found himself with nausea and hazy memories of the night before. for some odd reason, he felt as if he had just missed something exciting that had just happened. planting his face in an extra pillow he groaned and closed his eyes.

am i crazy? why does this pillow smell like her? why does everything come back to her?

the next time you ran into Loki it was clear he did not remember what had happened that night. when that realization hit you, it felt as if your chest would explode. whether or not you were sad, disappointed or angry you couldn’t tell. part of you wanted nothing more than to be with him again while the other part of your heart wanted to distance yourself completely from the man who mad you feel this. you chose the latter.

a few weeks later you often found yourself at the infirmary as woke up feeling terrible most mornings. it had never occurred to you of any other repercussions of sleeping with Loki, but when the nurse told you the news you couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

“i’m-” you stuttered in shock, “i’m what?”

“you’re pregnant,” the nurse beamed, “congratulations!”

“i can’t be, there’s no way.” but there was a way, and you were.

what the hell am i going to do? your mind raced with so many numbing thoughts you could feel yourself getting sick again.

that night you mindlessly tinkered with a project as you tried to figure out how you would tell the prince he had gotten you pregnant from a drunken one night stand.

this is bad, this is so very, very bad. you debated not telling him at all and fleeing Asgard, but he had a right to his own child right? shaking your head you figured that he didn’t have much right considering he just used you to get laid.

“he would never agree to be the father,” you threw down your pencil on the table, “he wouldn’t even want to be...”

the doors suddenly flew open and you flinched at the surprise and looked to see who it was.

“Y/N!” Loki called out.

What the hell does he want? you thought grimly to yourself.

Loki approached where you were sitting with a visibly upset look, “what’s wrong? did i do something to you?”

a surge of anger rose up in your chest, how dare he ask if he did something wrong when you knew he would inevitably leave you to deal with the consequences of what he started.

“you shouldn’t be down here your highness,” you replied in an cold tone.

“your highness? what are you-?” Loki snatched the papers from your hands, “what the hell is going on with you?”

snatching the papers back you stood up straight and blinked back tears that threatened to spill, “i don’t need you Loki Odinson. we are not friends. i am simply someone who happens to work in the palace.”

Loki’s eyes widened in shock, he stood frozen in place as you rushed by him and ran out of the room. at a loss at what just happened, Loki slumped onto a stool and looked down into his empty hands. 

you had been avoiding him for weeks, actually, ever since the party she hadn’t gone to. sometimes he would catch her looking at him with of hurt and confusion. he had even asked other people if he’d run into you that night but everyone said he just went back to his room.

However, for the past few weeks he’d seen Y/N haunting his dreams like a nightly specter. he could almost feel her lips on his, smell the scent of her hair, and feel the light she always seemed to radiate when she was around. But then he would wake up, and the sensation of her would fade away as all dreams do. 

if only i could figure out what made her say that we weren’t even friends, Loki bit his lower lip. He wanted nothing more to be special to her, to be loved by her and for her to be his fully and truly. 

Loki’s eyes travelled over the papers that had been tossed around a few moments before. a sketch on the bottom paper caught his eye, pulling it out from under the stack, Loki froze.

the sketch was of a simple yet beautiful baby’s cradle. going through all their friends, he realized no one they knew was going to have any children. 

was she, the stool toppled over as he stood up abruptly, was it possible that she was pregnant?

anger coursed through Loki’s veins as he thought of another man sleeping with the only women he’d ever loved. a thought came to his mind that perhaps she did not want the baby or whoever the father was refused to support her. 

i swear on my life i’ll make them pay, Y/N. even if i have to kill them. 

knowing that you might not want this information out in public, Loki secretly confirmed his suspicions with the same nurse who had helped you. for the next few days Loki investigated who could have gotten Y/N pregnant. 

she had said that they were not friends, maybe she reacted that was because she was embarrassed her friends would give her too hard of a time. obviously her secret lover and unborn child was something she wanted to stay a secret. 

with no leads, Loki gave up on the search and decided to confront you whether you wanted to talk about it or not. if you were in trouble for some reason he swore to himself he would do anything for you... even claim the baby as his own. 

that night Loki knocked softly on your bedroom door. after no answer, he tried the handle and found the door unlocked. 

“Y/N?,” walking into the room, he looked around the corner, “we should talk about what’s going on.” 

no answer. 

“i promise i’ll support you in any situation you may be in.”

the room seemed questionably empty of your usual personal belongings which led him to the closet. throwing the doors open he was greeting with empty hangers and a few boxes. 

“shit,” Loki rushed out of the room and headed toward the stables. 

galloping down the rainbow bridge on your horse, you felt the stings of tears flow down your cheeks and into the wind. you had come to the realization that you would never receive the same love for Loki that you had for him. deciding to face reality and not burden the prince any longer you decided to leave everything. 

holding back a sob you took another step towards the cosmic portal, you          felt your heart breaking as you were about to take the last step. you knew deep down in your heart that you would never return.

“of all the people to run from their problems, you are the last person i’d expect to see,” a voice behind you said. 

“i’m not running from my problems,” you turned to face Loki one last time, “i’m fixing them.”

“i know you’re pregnant!” Loki blurted out at he reached out to you, “I know and I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to leave and whoever the father is we can work that out!”

you shook your head as the tears continued to stream down, “you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Y/N i don’t care who-,” he began to say.

“You’re the father!” you yelled, you could have sworn the silence lasted for an eternity in the moment that followed, “you’re the father and i’m leaving so you won’t have to worry about us or tarnishing your claim to the throne. i know how much that means to you.”

“what?”

“the night of the party, we um...” you fidgeted nervously, “we slept together and you were too drunk to remember.” 

in one quick motion, Loki had you in his arms and gently held your face to his chest.

“you idiot,” you could hear the emotion rising in his throat, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“i was sure you didn’t feel the same way for me that i felt for you.” 

you felt Loki’s chest vibrate as he let out a soft laugh, “Y/N, you are what I worry about, you are the one I deeply fell in love with, and your heart is the only throne I care to claim.” 

“Loki i-” you pulled away and looked up into his adoring face, “i want to believe that you do but...”

“let’s the raise our baby together.” 

“I cannot put that burden on you!” 

“a burden?” Loki gave you a quizzical look, “I could think of no greater honor than to raise our baby with you. I swear to you, no other child in the universe will be more loved than our baby.”

without saying anything, you reached up and kissed Loki with all the longing that had been bottled up inside. 

“i love you, Loki. i love you more you know.”

Loki’s thumb traced the edge of your bottom lip, “i love you too, and i will prove to you and our child every day that i am worthy to receive your love.” 

You found Loki sprawled out on the couch like a cat sunning itself, as he flipped through the channels he also continued to stuff his mouth with Tony’s fancy snacks he always tried to hide. 

“Ready to go Loki?” you asked in the most seductive voice you could muster. 

Loki dusted off his hands and without looking pawed around for his suit jacket. You weren’t quite sure you had ever seen him so nonchalant about going out before, usually he was the one being waited on. 

“Because I am,” you flashed open you coat to reveal a beautiful new set of lingerie you had just bought, “whatdya think?” 

Loki’s eyes barely flickered over your attire before he straightened his tie and grabbed the keys, “shouldn’t you get dressed so we can go for dinner?”

You were pretty sure your jaw hit the ground. Here was the same man you usually had to keep from drooling over you in a sweatshirt now dismissing your smoking hot look without a glance. 

“Um, excuse me?” you asked with a little laugh. 

“Hey, I didn’t want us to be late for once and here you are in the middle of the Avenger’s living room with your underwear on,” Loki edged closer to the door, “I guess you’ll just have to go like that.”

“Loki! I can’t go like this, it’s freezing out!” you screeched as Loki grabbed your hand and started pulling you toward the open door. 

You crossed your arms and stood in the doorway. Loki stopped and turned to face you, he put his forehead against yours and shot you a mischievous grin. With one quick movement, you were thrown over his shoulder and carried into the cold weather. 

“Lucky for me, the cold doesn’t bother me,” Loki shrugged nonchalantly as you were losing your cool as you hung off his shoulder. 

He ignores my outfit, treats me like a side of beef and now he’s chowing down like nothings wrong. You rested your pouting face on the palm of your hand and continued to watch Loki yam down on his steak. 

“Is something wrong dear?” Loki asked through a mouthful of wine. 

You fidgeted with your napkin, “It’s just, I dressed like this and everything and you didn’t even notice.” 

“Y/N I-”

“Am I just not enough for you? When did I get so boring?” you were almost on the verge of tears as you stared down at your plate. 

“Y/N please,” he grabbed your hand from across the table, “I swear to you I was ignoring you on purpose!”

Your head whipped up, “You what!?” 

“No no that came out wrong,” damn you Stark, Loki inwardly cursed, “Stark told me if I kept my distance for a few nights it would drive you crazy and...”

Loki trailed off as he watched you erupt in a fit of laughter, “He did not!” 

“I swear to you he did! Y/N when I saw you wearing that I had to look away in order to restrain myself from you,” Loki looked at you with pleading eyes. 

“What a bunch of idiots,” you shook your head in laughter, “It’s always something isn’t it?” 

Loki’s slender fingers glided over your own, “if I haven’t told you lately- I’m always thinking of you. You are too close to my heart for it not to beat for you.” 

You blushed and bit you lip, “how about we head back home yeah?” 

“Must you even ask?” with a huge grin on his face Loki held your hands in his and in the blink of an eye, you were back in your shared room. 

Your jacket and his tie and shirt were immediately discarded on the floor. As Loki pushed you gently onto the bed, you smiled into the deep kiss. 

“What?” he asked with a little laugh. 

“Oh it’s nothing,” you said softly as you stroked some hair out of his eyes, “But if I haven;t told you... I’m pregnant.” 

“Y-you’re preg-!” Loki backed away and covered him mouth, “are you saying?” 

“You’re gonna be a dad Loki!” you squealed happily as you jumped up in front of him and pulled his hands away. 

“I’m going to be a father!” 

“C’mon Loki breath!” you shouted over his and your excitement. 

Loki wrapped his arms around your wait and twirled you in a circle and ended with with a deep kiss, “I love you so much Y/N, you’re going to be the best mother this world has ever seen.” 

“I love you too Loki,” you giggled, “I love you too.” 

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You still lay awake as the night events flashed through your mind. Things had been so stressful lately with both of your schedules, now you could just relax and love one another together. You closed you eyes and bit back a smile, you were the luckiest person in the world to have a man like Tom sleeping beside you. 

Pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose you nestled yourself between his arms and let the cozy atmosphere of the room lull you to sleep... 

When you awoke it was dark, but not just because of the darkness of the night it was something else. Strange, there was no warm body next to you on the couch. You shivered and looked around. 

The candle looked to have been snuffed out quite some time ago. The tree almost looked as if it were... dying? You stand from the couch and attempt to turn the light on- nothing. 

“Tom?” you half whisper, half yell up the stairs, “what’s going on?” Taking your hair down from the bun it had been you attempt to keep your ears and neck warm. 

You pull up the blinds to look outside and you see nothing but falling snow. There are no other apartments, no cars, no trees. Just darkness and falling snow. 

“Okay what the hell?” you mumbled under your breath and step back. 

“Stay right where you are,” a low voice demands. 

Your breath caught in your throat, “turn around.” 

Slowly and agonizingly you turned around expecting to see a monstrous entity, something evil... something ugly. 

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” a man’s voice in the shadows growled. 

“I-is this a dream?” you squeaked.

A tell, slender man stepped out from the darkness. His pale complexion barely illuminated by the light from the window, “I asked who you were and how did you get here?” 

“I’m uh, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N and I’m just from New York and I thought I was in my living room cause when I fell-”

“Enough!” 

“Sorry I ramble when I’m nervous,” you bit your lip nervously, why did this feel so gosh darn real. 

As the man stepped closer you let out a small gasp, “T-Tom?” 

“I am Loki,” you could see the man better now and realized he looked exactly like Tom if Tom had darker, greasier hair and wore all black. 

“Okay Loki d’ya mind telling me where I am because at this point...” your thoughts trailed off as you looked around. You were no longer in an apartment living room, instead you found yourself standing in dark woods. 

“This is the forest of darkness and you,”  Loki’s voice was laced with danger as he looked down at a very confused you, “you should not be here.” 

“Hey man it’s not like I’m trying to stay.” 

To your side you heard something run past, both Loki’s and your head snapped over in it’s direction. 

“What was that?” you asked. Forgetting Loki’s dark demeanor you shuffled closer to him. 

“They’re here, were have to go,” he mumbled. Grabbing you hand, Loki pulled you from your frozen stance and dashed through the trees with you in tow. 

Soon the sound of large bodies crashing behind you could be heard gaining quickly to where you were. 

“It’s too late we’re going to have to fight!” Loki yelled as he came to an abrupt halt. 

Um who said anything about fighting, what kind of wacko dream am I having? You gawked at the tall, dark stranger as he tossed you a long blade that fell at your feet. 

“What?” you were screaming at this point, “what am I supposed to be fighting? Who are we fighting? What’s going on?” 

Loki ignored the slew of questions and in one quick motion he swept the blade over your head. As you ducked you saw the body of a very large... something fall to the ground beside you. 

“Is that a rat? IS THAT A RAT? WHY IS IT SO BIG? HOLY HELL!” you screamed. 

“Pick up the damn sword and help me,” Loki hissed as ten more arrived on scene. 

“Oh God, oh God,” you bent down to pick up the blade and held it lamely in front of you, “why rats of all things?”

After nearly getting your face bit off, you decided it was good enough incentive to fight for your life along side of Loki. 

After the last rat had fallen you leaned back on a boulder to catch your breath, “well Loki, we make a good team.” 

Loki rolled his eyes and cleaned off his sword, “Yeah one out of ten isn’t so bad for someone like you I suppose.” 

“Someone like me?” you began to say but stopped when you saw him leaving. 

You caught up to him and grabbed his arm, “you’re not gonna just leave me out here are you?” 

“Well you’re not coming with me,” Loki grunted as he tried to pull away. 

“Well you’re not leaving me, “ you insisted. 

“Well you’re not- goodness woman!” Loki yelled, “fine you can come, but stay out of the way.” 

“Oh goody, what a perfect gentleman,” you crooned sarcastically and followed behind him in the snow. 

“So what were those things?” 

When you came out from the forest and looked out into the ravine you gasped, “It’s like a gingerbread town!” Loki ignored the comment but shot you a strange look. 

You expected him to walk through the town but instead he darted from shadow to shadow, “are you some kind of criminal?”

“Depends who you asked,” Loki replied in a quiet voice. 

In the alley way you heard a commotion coming from the streets. A grand parade made its way past where Loki and you were hiding. There were many soldiers walking in perfect uniform and everything seemed quite whimsical. 

“That’s the Sugarplum Fairy and her top henchman, the captain of the guard,” Loki whispered almost poisonously in your ear. 

You let out a short laugh, “yeah I guess she does kind of look like...” 

Good Lord were you in... The Nutcracker? You decided that maybe you should stop snacking before you fell asleep. 

“Hey Loki? What are the people like around here?”

“Again, depends who you ask. Everyone up above are all happy-go-lucky who eat sweets and party,” he replied as he grabbed your hand again. 

“And the people down below?”

Loki didn’t answer, instead he opened a side door and brought you down a series of stairs. 

“We’re down here because we didn’t fit the mold of that witch’s rotting regime,” Loki said. 

As you looked around you saw scores of people walking around. It was if there was a whole other city below the one you had just been in. 

“It’s the rejects, the vandals and the outcasts,” Loki led you through a marketplace, “it’s where the true fighters are.” 

“What are you fighting for?” you asked carefully. 

“Freedom, equality,” he turned the corner, “Either one will do.” 

“You’re talking about a war.” 

“And we’re prepared for one as well,” you stepped into an elevator like space and traveled up a few stories. 

Stepping out into a steeple like area, you could see the large palace below and the festivities that were going on. 

“You plan to attack,” you said as the setting sun and cold air rested on your face. 

“Tonight.”

Who knew the ballet was so violent? You thought to yourself. 

“We tried to live in the woods as an independent people, but the Queen, or witch, would not allow it. She cursed the forest with a putrid darkness and you saw what hunts in the shadows,” Loki looked down at the castle with anger in his eyes. 

“I’m in,” you said resolutely. 

“Woah woah woah who said anything about you coming?” Loki straightened up and looked down at your determined face. 

“I can fight, you’ve seen me fight,” you grinned. 

“I’ve seen you fight,” Loki smiled, he actually smiled, “that’s why you can’t go.” 

“Why not!” 

“I can’t have anything bad happen to you, Y/N of New York,” Loki smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

“I will be there Loki,” you playfully hit his arm, “besides, we’re a team.” 

As you descended the stairs you smiled to yourself, this Loki dude, whoever he was... wasn’t all that bad. 

That night, Loki, you and a handful of other men and women crept into the castle. With all the merriment and festivities going on it was hard to pull your eyes away from it. It was everything you would have thought the palace would be. 

“Stay focused,” Loki whispered into your ears sending a shiver down your spine. 

A distraction was made and the royal guard went running in its direction. You caught a glance of the queens livid face. She knew what was about to happen and she was sure that she would squash the infiltrators once and for all. 

A little while later you found yourself in her bedchambers waiting for her and her guards to enter. When she did, the first person she locked eyes with was you. 

“Well well well what do we have here?” A coy smile crept over her ruby lips. 

“Stand down you witch!” Loki snarled as both him and you readied your swords. 

“Guards,” the queen barked, “leave me. I want to play this out myself!” 

Loki lunged at her but cut through thin air, her maniacal laughter rang throughout the room.   

She dodged almost every hit and swing you and Loki took at her, but after a while she grew tired of the attempts and decided to put an end to it. 

With a flick of her wrist, Loki went crashing through the balcony doors and onto the balcony. You tried to cut her down but she knocked the blade from your hands and backed you up against a wall. 

“Not so tough now without your little protector are you?” the woman sneered, as the fighting had gone on you realized she had gotten uglier and uglier. 

“Y/N, get out of there,” Loki groaned as he tried to get up. 

“After I kill you I think I might take my time on him,” she nodded her head in his direction. 

“It’s a shame you know?” You choked out, “The wrong one always dies in this story.” 

“Ah but stories are just manipulation my dear, threads of words sewn together to create fanciful lies,” the witch pressed your head to the wall and held a blade to your throat. 

“Stop!” Loki yelled. 

Right before she plunged the dagger into your chest, Loki shoved his own into her back. Instead of dying, the witch slowly stood up and turned to face Loki. 

“How unwise of you,” she stepped over you to Loki, “You who call yourself King of this kingdom. You are nothing more than a king of the rats, you are nothing.” 

With one swift unsuspecting move, she shoved a dagger into his side right before you cut her head off causing her to turn to sugar crystals all over the floor. 

Rushing over to where Loki lay you hovered over him, “Loki, hey man you gotta hold on okay? You’re going to be fine.”

“Y/N,” Loki moaned, he put his hand up for you to grab, “thank you.” 

“No no no Loki it’s gonna be alright I promise you, you’re going to make it I swear,” tears began to roll down your cheek and onto his chest. 

“You’ll always have a place in my heart Y/N of New York,” you tried to smile at his words, “You too Loki of the creepy forest where my apartment should be.”

“He must go to the flowers,” a young man in a soldiers uniform stood behind you, it was the queens general. 

“W-Hat?” you asked through your tears.

“I’ll help you take him, perhaps he may still live,” with that, the solider helped you pick up Loki. 

You rested him down in the field of flowers and the soldier gave you your privacy with Loki. He looked to pale you thought it was already too late. 

“Loki please, you need to wake up. People need you, a lot of people need you Loki,” you sniffed and held back a sob, “please.” 

Morning dew from the flower petals began to congregate on his fingertips and travel up his arms and to his wound. It was like something from a Disney movie. A fresh, morning breeze drifted over where he lay and you looked at the rising sun. 

A hand gently brushed your arm and you looked back over at Loki, “You’re awake!” 

“Couldn't let anything happen to my girl,” Loki said weakly with a soft smile. 

“Loki this place its... it’s beautiful. I wish I could stay forever...” you looked down at your hands. 

“You have to go back... I know,” Loki smiled sadly at you. 

As you helped him stand to his feet, he pushed some of your hair off your shoulders. 

“You know Y/N, you are and unusual girl, you’re brave yet tragic, and you are full of life. So live a life full of it,” Loki pressed a kiss to your check and you closed your eyes at the touch. 

You could still smell the flowers in the field but it soon turned into a stronger Christmas scent. You felt and arm wrap over your middle and pull you in closer. You’re eyes darted around the familiar space for any sign of what just happened. 

“Something wrong darling?” Tom mumbled sleepily into your hair. 

“Just a dream,” you whispered softly. 

You looked at your phone quickly, “Merry Christmas my love.” 

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*900 years earlier* 

“Khione slow down!” your younger brothers yelled after you. 

The snow that crunched beneath your boots pushed you to run even faster, “You need to run faster if you want to beat me!” 

“Khione!” the whining of your name from the three young boys made you roll your eyes and slow down for them. Tousling their dirty blonde hair you grinned and playfully shoved them into your fathers longhouse. 

“Father we finally beat Khione!” they crowed in delight. 

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in exasperation as you took a seat by the long fire pit. Your father’s eye caught yours and returned the same look of exasperation. Tonight would be the first night of Yule to honor the gods through celebration and everyone spirit’s were high. 

Walking back out into the late afternoon sun, you filled your lungs with the crisp, cold air. You could feel snow in the air and it brought a smile to your face. You decided to check your traps before the celebrations began and you became to drunk to remember them. 

Being alone in the woods always made you more at ease with the world than any other place. Although you were a fierce warrior, popular within the village, and heir to your father as chieftain, you still felt displaced. You were a taller than most, your hair was darker than any one else’s in the tribe and you always felt the universe calling out to you to leave or be left alone. 

Snatching the hare that had been caught you put it in your sack and began to turn around. You heard it before you saw it, a hungry bear approached the clearing where your traps had been. It disregarded the hare you threw in the opposite direction and slowly padded closer to you. 

You reached back to find you had only brought three arrows with you, growling in annoyance you notched the first and let it fly. It missed its mark and sank into its back, the second one in its shoulder when it stood up. 

“Think Khione!” you hissed at yourself. Your eye caught sight of a broken branch, in one quick motion you somersaulted and grabbed it. 

The quick motion scared the bear and it charged at you. With all your might you clubbed the bear in the head hoping to knock it off momentum. With that, you fell back into a deep ditch along with the bear. Right before the bear snapped its jaws on your face you shoved the last arrow up through its jaw to the roof of its mouth. It yelped in surprise and barreled back up the ditch while at the same time sending dirt and stones back down on you. 

A larger rock hit your head with so much force your vision became blurred. Looking down at your bloodied hands you could have sworn they almost looked blue. You thought you saw the figure of a person standing at the top of the ditch so you attempted to ask for help but blacked out before the words left you lips.

Moments later you came to staring into someone’s eyes, someones very beautiful eyes. Your eyes squinted to try and focus on them and your head swam in confusion still fuzzy from the hit. 

“You just took down a bear with your bare hands and here you are entranced by my eyes,” a cool voice said. 

You let out a light laugh, “haha... bare hands.”

Loki shook his head and held his hands out, “let’s get you out of the snow.” 

You almost fell back onto the ground before the stranger steadied you, “did you um...” 

“Yes I did and you’re welcome,” he said curtly before turning around to leave. 

“Wait!,” you ran over and caught his arm, ‘I want to thank you.” 

“You have,” Loki shifted his eyes over to where you stood with a hopeful look on your face. 

“It is the beginning of Yule it would be my honor if you would celebrate as my guest to give thanks to the gods for our safety.” 

Loki turned around with a sparkle in his eye, “The gods? Well I suppose I must than.” 

“Good,” a smile spread across your regal features, “what is your name?” 

“Loki, and what do they call you?” 

“Khione.” 

Loki tilted his head, “that does not come from your language, why is that?” 

You shrugged and looked around, “I don’t know, I only know it has a connection with the snow.” 

“Well its beauty pales in comparison to yours,” Loki flashed you a quick smile and you shook your head and rolled your eyes as if you were dealing with a younger brother. 

“It’s going to be dark soon we should head back home.” 

That night there was feasting, games, stories of the gods and sacrifices. Everyone laughed with one another and enjoyed the time of merriment and warmth. You threw your head back in laughter as Loki told you another story of his brother who seemed to much of an oaf for his own good. 

As the night went on, you stepped out into the night for fresh air. You pulled you furs a little tighter around you as you looked up into the dark, snowy heavens. 

“Always in the snow i see my little eirlys*,” walking up next to you, Loki spilled out whatever was left in his cup and set it down. 

“I’ve always preferred the cold,” you said softly. You could feel snowflakes melting on your nose and getting caught in your eyelashes. 

“As do I,” Loki watched you intently as snowflakes danced around you, “You are not like the others.” 

“No,” You dug the toe of your boots into the snow, “there is something that sets me apart from them and I have yet to be revealed to what that is,” you sighed. 

“I feel that as well among my own people.” Loki said quietly. 

“Well what do we do about it Loki?” you asked with a soft smile, “what do we do with what sets up apart?” 

Loki stepped closer to you, his thumb gently grazed over the scratches on your face from earlier, “we find it, and we make it our own.”

“Why do I feel like we might not like what we find?”

“Because knowing ourselves may be more frightening than never knowing.” 

Both Loki and you leaned closer to one another but were cut off as the door flung open letting the light of the fire and the sound of the party bleed out into the night. Your rambunctious brothers came tumbling out immediately tackling Loki. You laughed as Loki shot you a happy look, he threw one up in the air, put one under his arm and let the other get dragged by his leg. You closed the door and rejoined the party. You wished with all your might this night would never end.  

That night, Loki and you snuggled beneath your furs. Your heart beat fast as you looked into his shining eyes. 

“Stay,” you whispered hoarsely. You let your hand travel to his smooth face and brushed away his raven locks. 

“You know I can’t,” Loki put his hand over your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, “I must return to my own people.” 

“I know,” you closed you eyes and smiled sadly, “But I will never see you again.” 

“In another lifetime my eirlys,” Loki pressed a kiss against the back of your hand, “when we walk the halls of the gods.” 

The next morning he was gone and you never set eyes on your mysterious stranger again. 

*Present Day*

And now that you were looking at him you couldn’t take your eyes off him. It was almost the same day as the last time he walked in and out of your life with no explanation. Since then much had happened, much had been learned. 

“Um, do you guys know each other or something?” Tony asked as his head went from looking at you to Loki. 

“Where have I seen you before?” Loki asked, his voice barely audible. 

Walking closer you reached out almost as if you expected him to vanish into thin air, “It was just a dream.” 

“A thousand years ago.”

“How are you still alive?” Loki asked incredulously, his hand almost went out to touch you but he stopped himself. 

The room began to filter out and as they left they dashed to the comm room to see if they could hear anything. Sam picked up his book on the way out. 

“It’s because of that feeling I had all that time ago,” you held back a shiver at the thought of him finding out, “but you... you’re a god aren’t you?” 

Loki let out a short laugh and licked his bottom lip, “It’s a little bit more complicated than that.” 

“I have time,” looking at him you wondered if it really had just been a dream all those years ago. 

“I am Loki, of Asgard. Son of Laufey, a frost giant,” with those words his skin began to turn a pale blue color. He expected you to back away in horror, but you didn’t. 

Instead, you took his hand in yours. You ignored the obvious flinch when he felt your fingers come in contact with his. The same color spread across your own features and it was Loki’s turn to look on in surprise. 

“You? You too?” he whispered. 

“That night, hundreds of years ago,” your fingers wrapped around his and you stepped chest to chest with him, “I thought I had found someone special. Someone who knew how alone I felt even in a room full of people, turns out I was alone before they left me.” 

Loki’s head drooped as he couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes, his heart had screamed at him to return to you for centuries even after he thought you had died. 

You lifted his chin and looked into the same red eyes that you possessed, “now that we’ve found it, do we make it our own?” 

“I will make yours mine if you will make mine yours,” Loki’s voice cracked with emotion. 

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” 

(Masterlist)

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Leaning back in your roller chair, the one with the best padding you had fought Y/F/N for, you closed your eyes for what felt like the first time in eternity. You placed your blue light glasses on your desk and rubbed your tired eyes. 

A happy grin grew on your face as you felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders and lift from your chest. Then his name crossed your mind. The heartbreak that had plagued you had finally begun to quiet thanks to the work that you drowned yourself in. 

You pursed your lips tightly together, to be quite honest, you were scared to go home to an empty apartment. It’s funny how a space void of him was harder to live with than when you had been with him. Communication had not been a strong suite of Loki’s and yours. 

As you threw your things into your bag a pang of nostalgia shot through your heart. It had began with smart, witty comments and lots of butterflies in the stomach. It ended with smart, dry comments and the feeling of dread sat like a stone in your stomach. 

You flashed the janitor a quick smile as you stepped onto the elevator. He nodded his head disapprovingly, you were always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Popping your earbuds in your ear you took a deep breath and hit shuffle. 

Your car beeped as you unlocked it’s white doors. Bag tossed to the passenger seat and mirrors adjusted, you put the keys in the ignition and peeled out of the parking garage. More than once you had to refocus yourself on the road and found yourself getting lost in thoughts and music to the point where the world muted itself. 

It had just began to rain lightly and as you sped down the highway. Windshield wipers brushed back and forth with a dull sounds as the glass reflected passing car lights. Your eyes began to blur with this sight of red and white headlights and before you knew it you were slamming on your brakes. 

You swerved as quickly as you could into a roadside ditch. With a crash of glass and metal everything went black. 

A knocking on his door prompted Loki to rise from his reading armchair. During the Christmas season you would drape yourself across Loki as he read a book in his Asgardian tongue and you would feel the rumble of his chest as he read. But he had been its only occupant for some time now. Mumbling in annoyance Loki looked to see who it was. 

“What is it Thor?” he huffed as he swung the door open. He didn’t miss the look of terror written on his brother’s face but he didn’t care. If the Avengers wanted his help then it was just too bad because he wasn’t in the helping mood. 

“Loki it’s Y/N,” Thor said not breaking eye contact.

“Don’t tell me she sent you to harass me, or worse - try and make amends for what she did,” Loki practically spat. 

“She’s been in an accident,” raindrops dripped from Thor’s long hair and down his face as he watched his brother’s face fall. 

“Is she... is she,” Loki gulped. 

“She’s alive but it’s bad. I’m taking to you the hospital.” 

Loki nodded mutely and grabbed a jacket before rushing into the steady downpour with Thor. The whole way there Loki didn’t know how to settle the thoughts that were shooting in a million different directions. 

She would not want me to be with her he thought to himself grievously. 

The hospital was chaos but luckily Natasha was waiting for the two demigods and dragged throughout the building. Everything was a blur, people were rushing everywhere. Sounds of crying and the smell of chemicals made Loki want to puke. 

“She’s in surgery right now. Last I heard it could be hours until they’re done,” Nat said as she crossed her arms and shot them a sympathetic look. You were like a sister to her but someone had to keep a clear head and she knew none of the boys would. 

“That is if she makes it,” Loki said gravely. 

“Yeah,” Nat swallowed nervously, “if she makes it.” 

Three hours later the surgery was finished but still left you in critical condition. Loki left an illusion of himself in the waiting room so he could make sure you were still with him. 

Loki slowly made his way over to the hospital bed where you were and bit back a sob when he saw your condition. You couldn’t breath on your own and bruises and cuts covered you skin, he could sense the internal damage that had been done. 

“This is all my fault,” he croaked, with shaking hands he caressed your forehead with the side of his thumb, “I should never have let you go.” 

But you didn’t respond. You couldn’t. 

Loki inhaled sharply as a thought crossed his mind. He had promised never to try this on you but if there was a chance that you didn’t make it, he couldn't risk not telling you how he felt. Closing his eyes, Loki pressed a light kiss to your forehead and let his magic flow into you. 

Loki squinted as he blinked awake. He was back in the bed you and him shared before the breakup. Rolling on his back, he wondered if he had made the right decision to enter your psyche. 

He could tell it was just about to be sunrise and seeing one side of the bed empty instinct told him where you had gone. Stepping through the white curtains and onto the balcony, he smiled. Sunrise had always held a special place in your heart for the pure, untouched beauty it brought to the world each morning. 

“Loki?” Loki’s eyes whipped over to where he heard your voice. 

“Loki what are you doing here?” you asked in surprised voice.

“Y/N I-,” Loki shook his head as he looked at your smiling face, “I shouldn’t...” 

“Shouldn’t be here?” you finished for him, “Of course you should be here, I love you.” 

Loki stood where he was, “I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

You ran your hands through your hair and pulled his dejected form to your side at the balcony. “It’s not your choice Loki, you always did have a mind for control.” 

“What broke us?” a tear escaped down Loki’s cheek. 

“Life, life broke us,” you gently wiped away his streaming tears, “but I always knew it would bring us back together again.” 

“Aren’t you afraid?” In Loki’s ears, he sounded like when he was a young boy and would ask his mother questions. You let out a breathy laugh at his innocent question. 

“I’m terrified. I’m terrified of leaving the man I love.” 

Loki grasped you in a tight hug as he tried to remember the feeling of you in his arms. 

“Is it just me or is it a little cold,” you shivered in his arms as you looked at the gradually rising sun. 

“I always told you not to wear shorts to bed but did you ever listen?” Loki tried to joke past the overwhelming sadness. 

“No,” you whispered contentedly into his chest. 

“Hey look, the sun is coming up,” lifting your face up to look at Loki you gave him a soft smile and stroked his face once more. 

“My heart and soul belong to you Loki Odinson. I don’t think they were ever mine to begin with.” 

Loki grasped your face in his hands and brought you in for one more kiss. You smiled into the kiss as the sun got brighter and brighter. Soon the light was blinding and the sensation of you began to fade away. 

Loki opened his eyes with his lips still on your forehead. A ringing that had been in his ears now faded into a deafening reality. Loki’s eyes shot to the monitor to see your heartbeat flatten. Loki squeezed his eyes closed and let out a choked sob.

“I’m so sorry my love,” he whispered. 

With one last look Loki faded back into his illusion at the same time a rush of nurses rushed, in the direction of your room. Loki stood up slowly from his chair, ignored the strange looks from Thor and Nat and headed down the white hall. 

Was this it? Was this everything he was good for? Hurting people and getting hurt. He had to find you, whether it be in the afterlife or in another dimension he had to get you back and make things right. 

(Masterlist) 

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“Sorry,” you flashed Erik an apologetic smile as the rocking of the train shifted you off balance causing you to bump into his solid form. 

Erik shot you a devilish smirk and leaned close to your ear, his warm breath sent shivers down your back, “I hope your not this clumsy on the mission Agent 62.” 

You pursed lips as you fought back a grin, “Please, call me Y/N.” 

“No can-do Agent 62, I like to keep things strictly professional,” Erik cleared his throat and looked ahead with a cocky smirk plastered across his lips. 

Oh boy, you thought to yourself, he sure isn’t going to make this easy is he? What a jerk, what a handsome jerk. 

You had a mission in the Swiss Alps, it had been reiterated that this was no vacation. You understood why they said that when you reached the temporary headquarters. It was something out of a hallmark movie, snowy Swiss mountains was your view and the sun illuminated the white snow. 

Erik let his bag of equipment fall on the floor, of course, there was only one queen sized bed. Bloody hell Charles what are you playing at here, Erik cursed to himself. He must have booked the honeymoon sweet by “accident”. 

“Rock, paper, scissors for the bed?” Your voice broke through Erik’s thoughts. 

“Oh, uh, no you can just have it,” he stammered as he ran his hand through his hair. 

“Oh, well I mean-” you began. 

“Seriously, it’s fine the rug looks pretty comfortable anyways,” Erik rushed as he began pulling blankets from the closet. 

“Suit yourself,” with a laugh you jumped onto the bed messing up the pristine make. Rolling over in a comfortable bliss you missed the amused chuckle that came from Erik. It was often he saw you so happy, usually it was cool, even glances from you to him. 

What you didn’t know is that he lived for those little glances, any kind of attention from you sent his lovestruck brain reeling. Charles always said that you had a soft spot for him, but he had yet to discover the truth of that accusation. 

That night over dinner, Erik and you went over the heist plans. The plan was simple, break into the most highly secured bank, retrieve stolen documents that belonged to the English Prime Minister and get the hell out. You shivered in delight, your life really was a James Bond movie, that is except for the massive lack of romance. Satisfied with the plan, the pair headed to bed. 

You didn’t know where to place your eyes. Only one bathroom sink and two people who needed to brush their teeth. When Erik saw you move to brush your teeth in the kitchen sink, he caught part of your sweater and dragged you back over. With a mouthful of toothpaste, he nodded his head toward the sink for you to brush your teeth. 

We look like were in a freaking Hallmark movie, you thought to yourself. 

We’d make one hell of a Hallmark movie, Erik thought. 

It was quiet, way too quiet. You cleared your throat awkwardly and rolled stiffly in your extremely fluffy bed. 

“Erik?” you whispered aloud. 

“Hrmph,” was the response you received. 

Crawling over to the end of the bed you peaked your head over, “I feel really bad that you’re sleeping on the ground.” 

“Don’t worry about it Agent,” he mumbled as he rearranged his pillows. 

“If you say so,” you snuggled back under the covers, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” 

When Erik woke up the bed was empty and made just as pristinely as before. After getting dressed in his mission uniform he made his way to the kitchen and to see where you had gone off to. 

Rounding the corner to the kitchen he stopped when he saw a black figure standing on the porch. Walking behind the granite countertop to reach for the hidden gun he paused when he recognized the hair that stood out stark against the white backdrop. 

Padding silently over to the sliding, glass door he leaned against the doorway and took in the sight in before him. You were wearing your all black OP suit and let your hair loose and natural in the fresh, crisp air. You were stretching out using the railing as well as mixing in a few happy dance moves. 

Erik shook his head in wonder, how you became the best reconnaissance and heist agent he had no idea. At first glance you should be a dancer or... actually no, spy fit you quite well. You were alluring yet mysterious, a professional in your field yet quite unreadable and unpredictable. 

You spun around to face Erik standing in the doorway and rolled your eyes, here we go. 

“Agent 62, you’re looking energetic this bright morning,” Erik teased. 

“Let’s keep it professional huh,” you gave him a gentle pat on the cheek as you brushed past him to get inside. 

“Coffee?” you offered.  “Coffee,” Erik agreed whole-heartedly. 

You watched intently as Erik used his powers to open the intricate safe opening. Your eyes swept across your surrounding for any threats, one would have thought the safe would be hidden deep beneath the mountains but instead it was hanging off a precarious cliff. Odd. 

“We’re in,” Erik breathed a sigh of relief as he cautiously pushed the door open. 

“We’re in,” you mocked as you followed after him. 

“You know I’m getting real tired of the sass Agent 62,” Erik huffed in feigned annoyance. 

“What would you do without me though?” you teased. 

“Not have a sore back from sleeping on the ground that’s for sure,” Erik shot back playfully. 

It was your job to retrieve the papers and to distinguish the genuine from the fake. You did your job rather effortlessly and you signaled Erik to exit the safe. You slung the tube of documents across your back and headed to the entrance with him. That’s when the alarms went haywire and yelling could instantly be heard. 

Your entrance to the room was no longer in commission so you had to think of a way out quickly. 

“The window,” whipping out your gun you began shooting at the weakest spots in the thick glass. 

Following your lead, Erik began hurling any metal object he could find at the glass. 

“Why isn’t it breaking?” he yelled above the sirens. 

“We're so high up the pressure can have an effect on the artifacts stored away!” you yelled back.

A pounding on the blocked door made both heads whip in its direction. These security guards were no joke, they were hired assassins from all over the world. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, “We’re going to have to jump now.” 

Taking a running start, Erik and you hurled yourself out of the cracked windows. Simultaneously, you turned on your back midair and shot your wall latch onto the building and let yourself be lowered down. 

A cave opening on the side of the mountain could be seen and it was closer to Erik than it was you. You quickly looked up to see a guard looking at the retreating figures and a spray of bullets barely missed you. 

“Grab my hand!” Erik yelled stretching out his hand for you to grab onto him. 

Looking up again you saw that they had put the guns away and were now sawing away at your rope. Without thinking of your own safety, you pressed the documents into your hand right before you felt yourself plummeting to the ground below.

“Y/N!” Erik screamed but you disappeared below the misty clouds. 

Erik leaned against the cave wall and tried to make himself breath. You couldn’t be gone; you had just been smiling over coffee with him a few hours ago. You couldn't be gone; he wouldn't let you be. 

From the tunnel he had found himself in he heard what sounded like a large military vehicle. Maybe that was his way out. At the end was a large vent, looking down he saw a bustling warehouse of military weapons he had never seen before. This was new. 

A commotion to the side caught his eye. A group of men with guns surrounded another group of men in white who were dragging an unconscious figure with them. A black hat fell to the ground revealing the head of hair he had been mesmerized with that morning. 

He found your holding cell rather easily and made his way inside quickly overbearing the men in lab suits who were with you. He snapped off the metal cuffs that held you to an interrogation table and let you fall into him. 

You head lolled from side to side as he tried to bring your face up to his. Fresh blood trickled from your mouth and your nose and onto the cement floor. 

“Hey, hey Y/N I need you to come back to me okay?” Erik pushed some hair out of your face as he held you close. 

“Erik?” You blinked in confusion, the last thing you remembered was him screaming your name and falling, falling. 

“I got you,” he wiped away a tear that rolled off to the side of your temple, “I got you.” 

“I thought you were trying to keep it professional,” you made your best attempt to smile. 

“It’s a real pain in the ass to keep things professional when you’re in love with someone,” he choked back tears and his hands shook as he held your face tenderly in his hands. 

“Erik Lehnsherr,” you gave him a sloppy grin, “are you gonna kiss me or not?” 

You got your answer as he pressed a quick, wanting kiss to your lips. 

“Let’s get outa here, yeah?” he asked. 

“Please.” 

All the research, errands,, cooking, and cleaning that had piled itself upon you began to take a toll on your body. One more thing to finish and I’ll be that much closer to being done, you thought to yourself as you brushed a stray hair away from your vision. 

After everything was completed you could rest, Loki would be home, and you would do some serious vegetating this weekend. The weather had just begun to cool down so maybe a spontaneous pumpkin patch trip would happen. 

Taking off your blue-light glasses, you rubbed your eyes and held your shoulders as a shiver spread over your body. 

“Is it freezing in here or is it just me?” you asked through chattering teeth. 

“Definitely just you,” Clint remarked as he strolled past giving you a playful whack on the head. 

“Hey, watch it!” shooting him an unamused glance you brought your knees to your chest, “my head is killing me.” 

“Maybe if you’d take a rest once in a while your body wouldn’t be screaming at you to take care of it,” Clint plopped down on the couch and reached for the remote. 

You were deaf to Clint’s comment, you missed Loki and you felt terrible. Standing up, you started toward your room to grab a blanket when a wave of nausea washed over you. You must have paused because Clint’s eyes darted to your still figure. 

You felt the blood rush from your face and the world around you felt silently mute. Clint jumped from his spot on the couch and in two bounds had you in his arms before you hit the hard ground. 

“Easy there Y/N,” he huffed as he lifted you up in his arms. He could feel your unnatural body heat radiating towards him, you sure did a number on yourself. Hopefully Loki didn’t get back until you snapped out of this. 

As you lay in your bed, your felt as if your body was shaking violently from the fever. For a few minutes you were trying to find any bit of warmth under the covers you could possibly get as well as stop your teeth from chattering. Then you would become so hot you found yourself peeling all of the layers off. 

You must have fallen into a dark, yet fitful sleep because you woke up to feel the mattress space beside you dip under the weight of an individual. You cracked your eyes open and saw Loki, only he was spinning, and your head throbbed. 

“Loki?” you croaked out not even knowing if you spoke aloud or not. 

“Someone told me my girl wasn’t feeling so good,” his velvet voice drew your consciousness to where he was. 

“I missed...” your voice trailed off as your eyelids grew heavy. You felt a cool, heavy hand rest on your forehead as you drifted back into the darkness. 

Loki pressed a kiss to your burning temples, fixed your pillows, and closed the curtains. Before leaving the room, he took one last look at you, if he could take your suffering he would in a heartbeat. He didn’t know what it was like to be sick but you could hardly raise your head so it must be bad. 

The next time you woke up you weren't sure if you had slept for three hours or three days. It was nighttime and it was raining, you could see the moonlight peeping from under the curtains and the sound of rain filled the quiet room. 

Despite your mouth being as dry as a cotton ball, your headache was gone but the fever still remained. The mattress dipped beside you again and you brought your glassy eyes to meet Loki’s. The mattress on either side of you sunk down as Loki’s arms columned themselves next to you. His own green eyes bore into your own Y/E/C, you could feel his cool breath kissing the tip of your nose. 

“You’re back early,” you said weakly with a little smile. 

“I missed you too much to stay away any longer,” tenderly, he ran his finger through the roots of your hair. 

You took his straying hand and held it to your chest so he could feel your heartbeat. The small gesture brought a sad smile to his thin lips. 

Your eyes studied the features of his face intently. What should have been familiar territory now seemed foreign and unexplored. There were new lines and small nicks you had never realized or seen before. There was a time where you could have said you knew the intricate interworking of this man’s mind and heart, but now you felt as if he had reached out to new places. 

“Don’t think like that,” Loki’s voice brought you out from your thoughts. He didn’t need to read your mind; he could hear your thoughts by reading your eyes. 

“I miss us, I miss you, I miss the past,” you voice broke out from a sob. You weren't sure if it was the exhaustion or sickness talking but the longing for the past rested heavy on your chest. 

“I know... I know,” Loki whispered. 

“You don't have to understand me Loki, I just want you to love me,” this was your prayer, like a mantra it escaped your lips. 

Loki’s lips ghosted over your own and then pressed against them. It was an almost bitter kiss filled with something you’d never tasted before. 

“If I do anything, live for anything...,” knuckles graced gently across your jawline, “it will be for you my darling, my love.” 

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A/N: I know it’s been one heck of a hiatus of me getting anything out but here’s a lil somethin’ for ya’ll. It feels good to be writing again and I hope everyone who reads this enjoys my little random blurb :)