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 Shaking my head I tried to rid myself of these sorrowful feelings.  I would not let Odin take me down that easily.  Walking away from the lakes edge I stared out at the great expanse before me.  I suppose I should find somewhere to stay I thought as a shiver passed down my spine.  Apparently when the All-Father changed me he had taken out any trace of Johtun in me rendering me vulnerable to the winter chill that was falling in the valley.  Great.  He dropped me off in the start of winter. I growled bitterly. Finally deciding to head north I began walking.  I had been walking for probably about 20 minuets when I stopped and chuckled to myse

"Thor's coming to visit?" Tony said. "Yeah, he said that he had something to show us." Steve said trying to figure out once again how to make toast. "And he's bringing Loki." "WHAT? Whoa, hold on, Loki? The one who brought an alien army to destroy the Earth and I nearly died to save, Loki?" "Yes. Thor said something about not worrying, but I don't know." "Uh, yeah, let's call Bruce down here." -- "Hello my friends!" Thor said. "I have a arrived as promised and also with my brother Loki. Come on Loki, do not be shy." A child rounded the control with shoulder black hair and green eyes, carrying a book. "I am not, Shy, Brother. You just w

John walked slowly through the cemetery, thinking how lifeless the world looked today. The sky was ashen, painted in a dull, homogeneous shade of grey. There were no sounds, no birds chirping, no beeping of horns, nothing. Only John's steady footsteps on a gravel path were resonating in the absolute silence of the necropolis. The air seemed stale and heavy like in a room that hadn't been opened for years. No trace of wind among the graphite leaves, no gentle blows to ease the pain and chase away all the undesirable thoughts. John wished it was raining. Or storming. It's always easier when the sky at least pretends to weep with you. Instead, t

Oh how the mighty have fallen. Throughout the years the name of Arthur Kirkland had struck fear into the hearts of both demons and angels alike. Tales told of his crimes and deeds. How his home was lined with the wings that he had ripped off of the angels bodies and the tails he had ripped from the demons. How he, and he alone, had caused the black plague that had consumed so many human lives so long ago. How his silk tongue had been the one whispering into the ears of the leaders that had caused the most bloodshed to their countries. He had been feared. He had countless ready to serve him. Begging him to teach them his ways. He still rem