Loki meets Balder. Loki was led through Asgard to a Hall he hadn't seen yet. This wasn't surprising he had only been living there a few weeks. He glanced at Odin who had a faintly wicked smile playing on his lips. “There is someone I want you to meet. One of my sons, Balder. He's having a feast right now, I told him you would be going. Have fun." He said as they arrived at the door. "Now, I have to get back to Mimir, apparently something bad might happen.” The all farther rolled his eyes as he thought of the number of bad things the perpetually nervous Mimir had predicted.Loki meets Balder.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Odin walked off back toward his own hall leaving a confused Loki. The looked at the Hall suspiciously then shrugged and entered. Inside were almost all the Aesir he knew sat around a table looking nervous. Loki frowned a little at their awkward expressions.
“Ahh Odin's new blood Brother.” Said a stiff voice. “Well I suppose you had better sit. Welcome t
CicadaYou said to me:Cicada5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think that I am going mad."
And I said:
Your hair was wet; your eyelashes heavy with the weight of it, and you twisted your fingers together, the knuckles knotting like the loose threads of that old shirt that you always wore on Wednesdays.
"My family are all bears", you said to me, "but I am not. I am not brave enough to be a bear."
I thought of my own family, small and squashed in silence and I understood, my heart like a stone where it sat in my throat, stopping my words from coming out.
You breathed out the smoke where it sat in your mouth, trapped beneath your tongue, and the stone of the cemetery wall was cold behind my back. I looked towards the church, the windows lit with soft gold, and I wished that I was inside, singing along with the false words that my head denied me, anything to escape sitting out here, on the cold cement beside you.
"My mother is a bear", you said, "my father too. They watch bear television and eat bear food and laugh at bear
A Parent's storyIt had only been a few weeks since Leith had returned home but it felt like a year had passed. Years. However, no matter how long he had been away from his homeland and his upbringing, life around the small hidden community of elves was still the same. Everyone was friendly, though aged just a little bitit was the same. Mrs. Tilja and her sons had grown and were young teenagers now, no longer the little kids that pulled pranks and stunts on the local elders. Marche and his brother were now matured young adults as well and no longer lounged around for free meals off the Elinar family. His mother and father's house looked the same as ever. A nice little garden that was tended too carefully by his mother still gave off a warm welcoming. Clicking open the small fence, Leith entered the yard and followed the small stone pavement to the front door. He straightened himself up and licked his lips before knocking at the door.A Parent's story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
There was a long silence before he heard someone shuffling clos
Prawdy oczywiste- Odliczasz dni?Prawdy oczywiste5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Do czego?
- No wiesz... Taurys przewrócił oczami i uśmiechnął się złośliwie. Wujku Felku.
Odpowiedziało mu zirytowane spojrzenie rzucone znad wysokiej szklanki. Wujek Felek" postukał palcami w blat stołu (z którego przezornie zwinął wcześniej obrus) i czekał, okazując cierpliwość godną klienta na minuty przed początkiem wielkiej wyprzedaży.
- No co? Taurys machnął tylko ręką, szczerząc się przy tym jak głupi do sera. - Nie pamiętasz pierwszego spotkania z naszą kochaną Eufemią?
Feliks zacisnął usta. Jasne, że pamiętał. W dodatku cholernie wyraźnie. Bo jak człowiek mógłby zapomnieć ni to zdziwione ni zaciekawione spojrzenie dużych, niesamowicie niebieskich oczu spoglądających na niego mniej więcej z wysoko
Kilka prostych i krzywych- A idź w cholerę! Rozbawiony głos wyraźnie wybił się z jednostajnego szumu panującego w barze. Ty to na jedną melodię nadajesz.Kilka prostych i krzywych4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Bo mam rację! Drugi, tym razem rozeźlony głos ryknął do wtóru głuchego uderzenia obu pięści w gruby drewniany blat. Stojące na ławie szklanki zatrzęsły się złowróżbnie.
- Patrz, co robisz fuknął Feliks, obrzucając Gilberta zirytowanym spojrzeniem. Jego dobry nastrój ulotnił się błyskawicznie. Cholerni Niemcy i ich cholerne niemieckie wyczucie, pomyślał.
Gilbert zachichotał złośliwie.
- Dobrze wiesz, że ją mam, dlatego się wkurzasz oznajmił z zadowoleniem.
- Piwo byś wywalił, dlatego się wkurzam. Kryzys jest.
- Kryzys jest, kryzys przedrzeźniał go Gilbert. Ty masz tak chyba na dr
CeremoniaRzutka. Zabaweczka w rękach człowieka, który przywykł do trzymania broni zdolnej rozpruć przeciwnika na dwoje. Przedmiot dość lekki, by do jego utrzymania wystarczyły dwa palce a przy tym na tyle ciężki, żeby z łatwością pokonać odległość dwóch metrów dzielącą masywne biurko od ściany, do której przytwierdzono mapę. Wystarczył jeden sprawny ruch nadgarstka, i oto drewniana rzutka przemknęła ze świstem przez pokój i wbiła się głęboko w boazerię, którą obłożono ścianę. Idealnie w środek jednego z krajów zaznaczonych na mapie.Ceremonia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uśmiech. Niewielki grymas nadający twarzy pozory wesołości. Doskonałe trafienie nie zdołało rozpalić jasnego płomienia tegoż uczucia w duszy człowieka, którego silne palce ściskały kole
Letters [AmericaXDead!Mother!Reader]The Letter To AlfredLetters [AmericaXDead!Mother!Reader]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
There were very few times when Alfred didn't feel like a hero. This was one of them. His mother, his mother, the only girl he could truly describe as having loved wasn't here anymore.
Nothing left but a stupid letter.
What made her think that a piece of paper would make up for her death?
A sudden surge of anger welled up inside him, and he felt like tearing it up. But something stopped him. He looked at the sheet in his hands again, and immediately felt regret.
How could he have even considered destroying this?
Matthew would've tried to kill him, for sure, and his father would have probably finished the job. And Alfred would've helped them.
He still hadn't worked up the courage to read it.
Why was that? It was just a flipping letter.
He took a deep breath, unfolded the now slightly crinkled paper.
My Little Hero,
I know you'll be pouting right now, wishing that I'd left the 'little' out of there. But you'll always be the
Finally .:Romano x Reader:. ((Request))"Ve~ fratello, stop being so mean!" You were currently sitting in Ludwig's living room with the Axis Powers and Lovino. You were supposed to be making pasta with Feli for dinner tonight, but Ludwig had other plans. Though, you didn't know what that plan was.Finally .:Romano x Reader:. ((Request))3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Secretly, this was all just a hoax. Yep, Feli and Ludwig teamed up to get you and Lovino together. Why? Because, everybody is tired of you two being so ugh and they figured that you two liked each other. This, by the way, was actually a very true assumption, obviously.
"I'll be mean if I wanna don't tell me what to do, you idiota." Glaring at the Italian, you jumped up from your spot on the sofa. "[Name], where are you going?" You glanced back and saw Ludwig with his arms crossed.
"Away from you people " You subconsciously looked at Lovino with a light blush on your cheeks. Sure, you liked him and all, but there was no way you would tell anyone. Like, ever.
Soon, you heard Ludwig make a noise that shouldn't be let ou
Hiccups [SpainXReader] EXTENDED ENDINGAfter Antonio had left, you had just stood dumbfounded, staring with wide [e/c] eyes at the door that had just been slammed shut. You were still a little confused. Why would Antonio just suddenly burst into your shower like that?! And why did he sound so worried?Hiccups [SpainXReader] EXTENDED ENDING3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You shook your head worriedly, washing the rest of your [favourite flower] scented shampoo out of your [h/l] [h/c] hair before shutting off the water and drying yourself off with the towels you had set out for yourself earlier. Once you were dry you got dressed quickly and headed downstairs.
You didn't have too look long from the Spaniard, and soon found Antonio in your livingroom, a bloody kleenex pressed to his nose. Looking at him made you blush a bit but you swallowed determinedly and walked into the room. "Toni!" You got the attention of the brunette and he turned your way, though blushed and immidately turned away again; he couldn't look at you right now without thinking of what had just happened, and thus invoulentarily
:~AmericaxReader: Cheap Bastard~:Snow crunched beneath your feet as you walked down the deserted sidewalk. Every store you passed was closed, but that didn't seem to even bother you. You had already gotten all of your Christmas shopping done before the chilling month of December even arrived. You weren't like those shoppers that cram into stores at the very last minute. It shows how unorganized people are nowadays.:~AmericaxReader: Cheap Bastard~:3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You tightened up your jacket and sighed, a white wisp forming in the air. You wouldn't exactly say that you hated the holiday of Christmas, but you never did like celebrating it. You weren't very close to your family, so you wouldn't even dare visit them during the holiday. Instead, you would spend it with your friends. It was more like Alfred dragging you to a Christmas gathering against your will, with you kicking and screaming. You hated the American man with a burning passion, for facts that were clearly obvious. He was oblivious, stuck up, annoying, rude, and just downright idiotic. Despite his moronic
The Frayed Thread (FrancexReader)You stood in the kitchen, shadows eclipsing your expression. But Francis knew what you were thinking. He saw it every time he did this. And he did this a lot. He stood there, after slinking in, arm rubbing his head, grinning sheepishly. The night had long since darkened the small, beautiful kitchen in your apartment. Moonlight shone of the contours of the marble counter top, and bounced off your face . Your soft, sweet, face. It was scowling, he knew.The Frayed Thread (FrancexReader)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Sorry mon cher. I got caught up with old friends.” He said, taking a step toward you. You stepped back, fists clenched. He winced as if your first was clenching his heart and not empty air.
Your voice was ice, slithering around his neck like a noose, and tightening, tightening. “For six hours? Until one in the morning?” At the end of your sentence your voice lifted, indicating that it was a question. But the flat, monotone said otherwise. You were no fool. Neither was he.
“They were very good friends. Oi, (N
APH: Biale noceBiałe noceAPH: Biale noce6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Czyli pewniej nocy na Białorusi
Feliks obiecał sobie, że tego wieczoru upije się na amen, a kolejny dzień prześpi na kacu i będzie miał wszystkich w dupie. A co! Upicie się samo w sobie wiązało się w sumie z jednym tylko problemem finansowaniem, ale dlatego nie spijał się gdzieś w Szwecji czy Finlandii, gdzie alkohol był wkurzająco drogi, ale na wycieczce za wschodnią granicę. Ponadto w ramach i niech mi kurwa nikt nie przeszkadza" wybrał się w tym celu rzut beretem za białoruską ziemię. Nataszy tu raczej spotkać szans nie miał była w Mińsku lub może u Iwana, a nikt inny by się tu nie zapałętał w końcu to był dom Nataszy! Strasznej Nataszki, która terroryzowała Iwana, wszystkich innych mając głęboko gdzieś, o ile nie stawali na
Someday I'll see you againSomeday, I'll see you againSomeday I'll see you again4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Inspired by "If I Don't Make It Back" by Tracy Lawrence
*warning* This is sad sorry, but enjoy none the less
The whole bar exploded with laughter as Alfred hit the punch line of his joke. You were laughing so hard that tears welled up in your eyes. Whipping them away and looked up to see Alfred beaming around the table at his closest friends and family. His brothers, Arthur and Matthew, sat across the table from you. They were both trying their hardest not to let their sadness show. You didn't blame them. Everyone was upset that Alfred was being deployed tomorrow morning. His friends were gathered there too. Feliciano, Ludwig, Honda Kiku, Francis, Ivan, and Wang Yao, the whole gang. And of course you, the girl he loved more than anything in the world. Fighting back tears,
Cazar ideasCazar ideas4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
What Hurts the Most Prussia x Reader Song FicWhat Hurts the Most Prussia x Reader Song Fic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What Hurts the Most
Prussia x Reader
You sat in the living room of the house of the man you loved. Tears where brimming your eyes as you sat there, staring at old pictures of you and him.
Your heart ached as you heard the sound of heavy raindrops beginning to fall, pounding on the roof.
You had gone so long without letting anyone see the hurt you felt inside from the loss of your loved one, but sometimes it was just too hard to bare.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
every once in awhile
even though going on
with you gone still upsets me
there are days every now and again I pretend
But that's not what gets me
You sat the pictures down, wiping tears from your eyes
Slutit implodes on the walls of your skullSlut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and slides, sickly
off your tongue
like the body of a slug.
when it hits the floor
it is not quiet,
but sharp as a slap
and totters out of
they are disgusting
and you are ill.
there is no more room
washed away by the slime
coming out of your pores.
the fault is yours
Simple Wishes: EnglandXReader"For the last time, love, I don't need your bloody help!" Arthur Kirkland's bright green eyes met yours, narrowing, sending you a warning about the dangerous territory you were crossing.Simple Wishes: EnglandXReader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You looked right back into his eyes with a cold glare of your own, hands on your hips. "Arthur, your cooking has hozpitalized ten men, nine women, and almost put poor Alfred into a coma!" The harsh truth in your haughty retort caused the Brit to flinch, but didn't seem to crack his iron resolve.
You groaned; while you loved most things about your boyfriend, his ability to be such a stubborn ass wasn't on the list. You wished he would just give up and let you teach him how to cook, though he still seemed to think his posinous cooking was edible.
You stepped closer to him, a sigh escaping your lips; you didn't want to pull this card, but he left you with no other choice. "Let me teach you how to cook or, so help me, I'll shave off your eyebrows!"
The Brit squeaked in horror, his hands flying to his abnor
England x Reader - I'm SorryEngland x Reader - I'm Sorry2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most
I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
"Arthur--- Listen to me." Alfred called out for his stepbrother. "She didn't mean it okay? She is really upset now."
"No, Alfred. I wont forgive her for what she has done."
"No, Arthur. It's just a ---"
"NO, ALFRED. She was so special to me and she done that!" he sighed. "I have feelings too you know?
And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
I'm so stupid! If I hadn't of done that, Arthur wouldn't have l
america x reader: how much i love youamerica x reader: how much i love you3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Alfred x reader: How much I love you
"THE HERO SHALL PREVAIL! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Alfred yelled as he ran around the sandy beach in his swim trunks. You couldn't help but feel jealous of his body, his flat stomach and perfect arms. You pulled your cover-up closer to your body.
It was the American`s birthday, aka the fourth of July. He had this whole "campfire" themed birthday, with a campfire, and tents, the whole 9-yards.
What you dreaded about it was, well, the whole "were on a beach" part.
Your insecure about your body as to say. You felt fat and didn't know why Alfred chose you over tons of other pretty, skinny girls, but he chose you. You decided to never leave him, even if he broke up with you and you ended up just being friends.
You set up your tent right next to Alfred's, and filled it with a sleeping bag, (something you would take), and (your favorite toy thingie). And don't forget the insane amount of bug spray you would use later.
You had your book to, about some pyhco prince
Forgive Me (FrancexReader)Forgive Me (FrancexReader)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
THIS IS SAD, SO TURN BACK NOW IF YOU WANT SOMETHING HAPPY!:
“(Name)” A voice cried, “Please open ze door.” Your small frame shook in the agony of your once lover and fiancee’s anguish. “Please, (name). Give me another chance!” You backed away, pressing your hands to your ears. No! You wouldn’t listen.
“Damn et! I know you ‘re en der! S'il vous plaît ma chérie. Pardonnez-moi! J'ai péché, et j'ai pu vous blesser. " He yelled, banging his fists against the door. “Please, mon cher! Please don’t le moi! S’e meant nothing! I know you can ‘ear me!”
You whimpered, a small broken sound. How could he do this to you? Beautiful, funny, smart, playful Francis. You had loved his as if he were the stars. And he had cheated on you with some, some, h-
Hoe, you were going to say. But you couldn't bring yourself to. Yes, surely the girl you had seen the love of your life in bed with, was a
Missed Chances|EnglandxReaderMissed Chances|EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur Kirkland sighed as he watched the beautiful girl before him.
Her (h/c) locks sashayed as she walked, and beautiful (e/c) pools could light up any room. Her smile was brilliant, and it made the British boy's heart flutter.
"Arthur?" the teacher called. Arthur was snapped back to reality as the teacher called him. "Y-yes, ma'am?" he stuttered.
"What is the name of the eldest son of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert?" she inquired. Arthur straightened up.
"King Edward the Seventh, ma'am." he answered in a click. She nodded an proceeded to read from the book, believing he was actually paying attention.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw (y/n) staring at him with a small smile. He smiled sheepishly, blushed, and buried his face in his hands in embarrassment.
He was luckily saved by the bell, and he grabbed his books and rushed out the door. In his mad dash for the exit, he toppled over a chair leg and tripped.
"Bloody hell," he cursed, dusting himself off and bends to picks up his b
Rain and Stars "Ve~ Prussia, Germany says you have to get up now."Rain and Stars1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Prussia was awakened by Italy poking him. The albino nation groaned and rolled over, burying his head under his pillow. Unfortunately, this only led to Italy jumping on him and pouting.
"Up! Up! Up! Doitsu needs to do laundry!"
Prussia growled and sat up. "Fine, I'm up, I'm up. What time is it anyway?"
"Six in the evening! You slept all day, ve~"
"Alright. Now out. Go tell West I'll be out of his way in a minute. I'm gonna go for a walk."
Italy bounced off, leaving Prussia to get dressed. The ex-nation left quickly. He didn't want to face his brother. Before Italy had woken him he had been dreaming of the old days, when he was an empire and Germany was still young and small. Such dreams always put Prussia in a foul mood.
He walked the streets of Berlin, heedless of the autumn chill cutting through his hoodie. Of far more concern was the ache in his chest. Once upon a time that ci