Sweetlikealollipop

~5 years old~ “All hail king Loki!” You cried enthusiastically as you knelt before him on the grass. He smiled. “Thank you my loyal subject! You may rise!” You giggled and stood up before laying on your back on the grassy hill. Staring at the sky. Loki did the same. You looked over at him and held his hand. “One day you’re gonna be king. I know it.” You said as you stared in his eyes. “And when I am you’re gonna be my queen.” “Promise?” “I promise” You smiled and looked up at the sky. “We’re gonna be together forever right Loki?” &ld

"Ugh! Tony do I really have to do this?" You asked as he literally dragged you into the living room of the Stark tower, by your ankle. "Yes (Y/n)!" He said happily. "You lost the bet fair and square!" You rolled your eyes. "Tony this is stupid! Besides I know you rigged it. There is no way you could have fairly beaten me." "Stop complaining and stand right....here!" He said pointing to the middle of the room. There were pillows in a circle, except for in the middle. You guessed that's where he wanted you to stand. You sighed and stood in the middle of the pillow circle. "This. Is. Stupid." You said again. "Just do it! Be like nikes!" "T

~Just a little warning: There's a bit of cursing, but only little words. So no need to put a large warning on it, so this one will do. Enjoy~!~ "Mattieu, you're going to have to come out from behind my leg eventually." The tall Frenchman said to his young son. "B-but Papa... I don't know who to talk with..." Replied the small child who clung to the fabric of his pants leg. The tall and handsome man sighed and kneeled in front of the small boy, putting his large hands on his small shoulders. "Mattieu, I know you're upset about your Mère moving away, but I want you to have a sibling. Please? For your papa?" He asked. The young boy wi

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart - "You puny mortal! I was merely using you!" His voice seethed mercilessly, raising the hair on your skin. The lump in your throat only grew. "You actually thought that I loved you? You Midgardians are so easy to fool! So open to falling! It is of no wonder why you fall down to your knees so easily to much greater beings." "L-Loki," your tiny voice cracked, so did your

Silent love is calling faith To shatter me through your hallways Into echoes you can feel And rehearse the way you heal You made your way to your favorite coffee shop down the block. It was your usual spot in the early morning right before you headed to work. You loved the waiters and waitresses there, not to mention your fellow regulars. Especially Steve Rogers. Especially Steve Rogers. You started out as total strangers. Well, you knew him as Captain America but you figured that that didn't count. Then one day, you noticed him smile at you, making you smile back. Theresa, one of the waitresses, handed you your usual for a second time that

Author's Note: Contains Randomness, Frozen Movie references, Swearing etc. It was like just another ordinary party at (Country Name)’s house, wherein she invited her friends coming from the Allies, the Axis and some others, things we’re going smoothly at the party until somebody decided to have a few drinks and there goes the... “GET BACK HERE YOU BLOODY FROG!” Arthur shouted while chasing Francis. He almost tripped because of the long (favourite color) dress—down to his feet—he’s wearing. “NOT IN A MILLION YEARS, BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE!” Francis shouted back, he was wearing one of (Name

 The name (y/n) (l/n) was plastered all around the newspapers with titles such as: Girl Genius! or One of the smartest girls in the country has graduated from college. You sigh at the sight of such newspapers.   'When am I going to get some privacy' you thought to yourself as you were on your way home from your graduation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  You were one of the smartest girls around. You had entered college when you were just turning 16 and now you just graduated college when you were close to being 18. It was not easy but you still pull through. After studying to be (profession) you want

Your long nails taped the wooden table, your husband, Gilbert was late. It is 11 and he was supposed to be home an hour ago. Worrying for him, ''Had something happened? Is he ok?'' You thought frantic about to pick up the phone to call his brother. When... " [ Name]? Your Awesome husband is ho-" He was cut off as you had ran over and gave him a giant hug. You 2 were here for a few minutes as Gilbert pulled away and asked, " [Name]? You ok Frau?" "Yeah Gil," You said, "Its just... you're always at work, and.... I'm lonely..." You said, whispering the last words. "Ok Frau," He said, "I promise you will get more special time with ze awesome me!"

The sun was just disappearing behind the horizon, painting the sky, and the water astounding hues of purple and orange. The sand was soft and warm from the afternoon’s heat, but you hardly noticed. There were other things on your mind, or rather, a certain person. 2 years ago you had been traveling all of time and space, seeing things most people could only ever dream of, but it’s over now. In the very beginning you had enjoyed it, but then things got complicated. Your feelings got messed up. You fell for the man that you were traveling with, and although he never found out, you decided to leave. Almost immediately after he disapp

Arthur clung to the frayed picture of you, his knees bunched against his sore chest. He whispered to you, of really what remained of you, praying to someone – something – an unknown deity at that point, begging for your return. He could feel the damage of the smoke to his lungs as he breathed, each breath coming out more and more shallow than the last. “Oh, __________ ,” Silent tears sprung in his eyes, but he wiped them away, remembering how you always liked to see him happy. Even when he failed at cooking, fought with Francis, or accidentally swore himself into a fight with you, you had always longed to see the inn