The Memory Game - Chapter 11: Tea and rum(Frigg’s POV)The Memory Game - Chapter 11: Tea and rum by Xmadbeauty
“Good morning, my king” I say as I bow before my husband.
Odin and I have been married for almost 25 years in the Midgardian counting. Though he is a lot older than me, I have been really happy with the All-father as my spouse. And I think he loves me. I get up as he greets me:
“Good morning. You may rise, my fair lady”
I see him smiling at me and I feel relieved and happy to be home again. He comes to me and does me the hand-kissing. I smile at him.
“How was your stay in Midgard until now?”
“It was… good. And quite interesting, my Lord”
He begins to walk and I follow him, walking at his side. The pretty, but quite short, dress I am wearing doesn’t match the outfit of my husband, neither the style of Asgard. But I guess Odin is not concerned at this right now.
“Is something not alright?” I ask him.
He stops and looks forward, his head a little lifted up, looking proud, but his words convince me
The Memory Game-Chapter 12: Song of the void ocean(Sigyn’s POV)The Memory Game-Chapter 12: Song of the void ocean by Xmadbeauty
(Ten days later, 4 p.m.)
I stare blank at my good old typewriter. It belonged to my mother right after she got pregnant. I picked it in her things when I was about to move to my apartment. She told me those oldies didn’t matter to her anymore. I have written all of my books with it. There’s only with this one typewriter that I can write a single page. But right now, there is nothing. The true void. A huge lack of inspiration. And I don’t think this happened to me before. I wonder if it’s because of my accident… Anyway, if I’m going to be productive today, I have to go out for a walk.
I get up and take my red coat. I leave my apartment and get out in the street. There’s a café not so far from my building. I tardily walk in the streets until I arrive at the café. I sit at a table inside and order a strong coffee. While I wait for it, I have a entering call: Var (or Trinity as she is registered in my phone). I answer:
Friendship is Formed on Food (Loki X Reader)Nobody had gotten a good night sleep last night, this had been mainly due to the delivery of Loki Laufeyson to Stark Towers. He’d arrived late last night and everyone in the tower had to take a turn guarding him. Steve’s turn had started at midnight, Tony had taken over at two, then Nat at four and now it was six o’clock and it was your turn.Friendship is Formed on Food (Loki X Reader) by CookieMeg
You crawled out of your bed, wrapped your duvet around your shoulders and climbed up the stairs to the room where Loki was being held.
Nat was sitting outside the door polishing her gun when you arrived,
“Good luck,” She hissed getting up and walking off, “I’m going to bed.”
Your stomach rumbled as you watched Nat go so as soon as she was out of sight you opened the door to Loki’s room.
The god of mischief was curled up on a bed against the far wall,
“Ugmph,” He mumbled as the light from the open door hit him,
“Get up,” You said, causing him to turn his head and look at
The Bait [Winter Soldier/Bucky x Reader] Part 3The Bait [Winter Soldier/Bucky x Reader] Part 3 by sscejm4A
22 December – 1963
Bucky begins with the men closest to him, those unfortunate enough to be in his direct path. Of those, he aims at the one observing from a tower, holding the binoculars and watching for him. He smirks, resting his finger on the trigger. He pulls it back and watches as the man collapses.
“You’ve spread out too far apart,” he whispers. “You’re making it easy on me.” The next five shots are nearly simultaneous, following a path from his location to yours. He aims again, four more men down, ten total, and no one even notices.
He aims at the two men standing guard at a door. One falls, the other moves to check on him and tumbles over the first. Bucky sets his sight on the men inside the building. He counts them again and then loads up, every piece he can attach to him, plus added ammunition, some attached, some in a duffle. He leaps from the roof and then crouches down before taking off in a dead run.
Chopped Avengers x reader part 2“Tony. You have been eliminated.“ You said as Loki moved the camera to get a close up at Tony then moving it over to Fury as he started speaking.Chopped Avengers x reader part 2 by dinogirl39
“Stark you messed up big time. You served us your mini bagels that were burned.That was the reason we had to chop you.”
Tony nodded. “I understand.” He started to walk out of the kitchen when Loki smirked and snapped his fingers and Tony disappeared in flash of green smoke, only to reappear on a giant cutting bored tied down with rope. “Reindeer games get me out!”
He shook his head and pointed the camera at Tony. “Nope, this is what happens when you get chopped.”
“No it’s not.” You said glaring at bit at him.
“Brother let brother Anthony go.” Thor said.
“After this. Now to the next baskets.” Loki replied as Clint was putting the new set of mystery baskets on the table. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling and
Super Soldier Syndrome (BuckyxReaderxSteve) Part 2Super Soldier Syndrome (BuckyxReaderxSteve) Part 2 by InnerBeautyCounts
"Here you go!" exclaimed the cheerful waitress, amused by the acts Steve and Bucky had performed.
Just a couple minutes earlier, Steve and Bucky were running into the shack, violently and roughly pushing each other aside, though due to their endurance, had caused them no pain. The boys' bickering could be heard over a mile away. I'm buying (y/n)'s ice cream!... No, I am!... GET AWAY, I AM!.... Bucky, I insist... No, Stevie, I insist!...
"HAH!" exclaimed Bucky, smirking and fabulously tossing his hair aside, "I told you I'd pay for it!"
Steve rolled his eyes, "You're just lucky I didn't stick your arm in the door..."
"Oh, shut up, punk!" Bucky laughed, reaching over you to lightly punch Steve in the arm, "I still did it anyway!"
Steve snickered, taking a lick of his waffle cone. You were sitting on the seat between Buck
It's Me! (Steve RogersxReader)It's Me! (Steve RogersxReader) by InnerBeautyCounts
Hot tears rolled down your pale cheeks as you ran into your house that night from a long day of work. It had been the tenth week you hadn't heard from Steve. Not a letter, a call, or even a card. Every Friday you would receive a letter he sent you and occasionally a bouquet, jewelry, or even a dress. He spoiled you, as if being your boyfriend wasn't enough.
Ten weeks without any word from your darling, Steve.
You couldn't help it; it was a natural assumption! What if he was-no! You wouldn't think that. Perhaps he was on an important mission, mail and calling was for some reason restricted, anything! But then again, he was the smallest and frailest one there...
But there was another possibility that was the worst one of all. What if he didn't love you anymore?
"NO!" you said, out loud this time, the tears flowing harder.
Steve was smart, strategic, and if not physically, mentally strong.