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Chapter 6: Just talk… When he felt presence again Loki refused to open his eyes, or to move from his curled position. He knew where he was, what waited. He just refused to acknowledge that it was actually happening, again. Asgard was supposed to finally be safe…. To be a haven from them. They weren't supposed to get to him there. He let out shaky breaths. "Now, now… where did your pride go? There is no need to be afraid…. Not yet." The Other's voice, he had learned to know it blindly once. There had been a day when they had taken him from Jotunheim. Then they had dripped a stinking acid in his open eyes. It had burned and burned and they h

You were on the couch upside down in the Stark tower, on your phone and scrolling through your Deviantart account. You tapped your activity messages and smiled. Seeing as 6 more people favorited some of your stories and art. You hadn’t expected to become so popular but you were loving being recognized as a good writer and drawer. Then again it kind of came naturally being with the Avengers all the time. Steve and Bruce were on the floor playing a video game which Steve was surprisingly good at. Natasha and Clint were in the corner sparring. Thor was eating a poptart and Loki was on the couch eating chocolate pudding and watching Steve

Sif laughed lightly then stroked the piglets head and smiled when she grunted softly. "Well, you are not serious!" Fandral called as he held his hand out to the piglet. "Of course he is!" Sif snapped as she turned violently. Her temper with the four childish-adults had hit a boiling point. Loki smirked and watched as they all fell silent and stared at Sif. Thor looked at the three warriors then cleared his throat and looked back at Sif and Loki. "Okay, brother. If you insist." Loki nodded. "I do." "Right. The let us continue." Thor finished before turning and remounting his stallion. Loki took the piglet to his horse then un-buttoned a pouc

Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys. __________________________________________________________________________________________ It was about nine o'clock in the morning when Sam wandered into the main room of the bunker, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he sat down at the table and opened the book on demon exorcisms he had been reading the night before. He had meant to finish the current chapter last night but had finally had to give up when he started nodding off and risked falling asleep and drooling all over the pages instead. Sam had always been more of