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Black Knight Prologue
“Always remember this, my dear, you can run as far as you want, but there is never a place that I will not be able to find you.”
Those haunting words echoed in Elatha’s mind as she dared to briskly walk (as running wasn’t an option) out of the hotel parking lot and down the street a ways. It was an unusually dark, February night in the suburbs of Seattle, Washington. The rain poured down in torrents, even more than was normal for the evergreen state’s infamous ran showers. Elatha hurried around the corner of the building, her breath heavy as she tried to keep calm – despite that being about the last thing she could think of doing. She’d only bee
Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]
WARNING - THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THOR: THE DARK WORLD.
Loki paced around the empty palace, his gaze cast along the very familiar halls that he had known since childhood. How different he viewed this place now. There had once been a time when he’d looked around in wonder and marvel as he imagined a day that this place might be his were he to become king. Now, he looked at them with the certain satisfaction that this place was his and he was king. It had certainly been the most extreme and roundabout way to acquire the throne, but it was his now, and no one even knew.
It hadn’t been his own fault that such a longing and desire had been placed in him. Odin had been the one to continuously feed him the lie that he was born to be a king. Had not those been his exact words on the day when the Allfather had taken the two young princes to the weapons vault as he told them the story of how he’d vanquished the Frost Giants? Loki clo
White Knight Prologue
Malcom wasn’t the sort of man to just say “yes” to contracts. He had a strict code in regards to his business, and rarely was there a job that actually met his standards and had justified reasons. More often than not, he found that his jobs were lacking the proper challenge of his skills, and there was a part of him that found it to be rather frustrating. It seemed that everyone wanted someone dead, but no one had a proper reason for it.
There was jealousy, hatred, a trifle wrongdoing…such petty reasons to take another’s life. Malcom always refused those kinds of jobs. If a man, or woman for that matter, was a true transgressor of divine creation, he would take the job. But it was rare for him to receive such requests, and there remained a lingering bit in him that could not understand why people had such intense, albeit petty, hatred towards one another. To him, it was better that those with hate were the ones that were elimin
Forgotten ~ Chapter 23 [LokixReader]
~DINNER WITH LOKI~
Leaving Stark Tower, you made your way back to your apartment, not in any sort of hurry as you repeatedly ran Hawkeye’s suggested plan through your mind. It seemed plausible, and it was better than yours, considering you had no plan whatsoever. The whole “sneak in and steal the scepter” part still worried you, but you felt that you were doubting when there was no need. Whatever skills you had learned in the past were still engraved in your mind and body. Combine that with all the magic and talents of a rogue that Loki that taught you – you could make a very promising thief.
You got back to your apartment not too long later, and as you opened the door and came inside, you found Loki in the kitchen, at the
Letters to God
I want a swimming pool for my birthday.
When is the last time you said your prayers?
I called daddy a bad word. Did I sin?
Yes, you did. Always treat your parents with respect.
I cussed again.
You don't have to send me a letter every time you sin.
Mom says I can't play video games late at night. Can I?
What your mother says, goes. Use that time to read your bible.
I don't have a Bible.
You can buy one at your church.
I love you.
I love you too. But why do you call me "Howard"?
That's your name!
What makes you say that?
You don't need a cape to be a heroSome heroes are born glorified;
Praised from the moment of their creation,
Blessed with the gift of greatness.
Others are just born plain,
Lingering in normality and dwelling
In the usual.
The heroic are strong,
Perfection in an imperfect world.
Fighting the immoral and defeating
Those who stand idle with the devil.
These are the idols of our ancestors,
Of our storybooks,
And of our minds and hearts.
That is the only hero known to us.
But there are other exemplars,
Ones we see every day,
Yet fail to notice their grandeur.
These heroes of the norm;
They do not fly with red capes,
or glide like winged angles.
They do not descend from gods,
Or the heavens.
Not all heroes wear capes.
A good deed of kindness,
Courage in the face of danger,
Faith in the face of hell---
All these are qualities deemed valorous.
Done by average people,
So to every child who dreams of being a hero-
You can be an inspirational
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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