Thor, PUT THE LAPTOP DOWNI-Am-Iron-Man - Tony StarkMore Like This
Captain - Captain America
Doctor - Bruce Banner
Thunder-God - Thor
Black-Widow - Natasha Romanoff
Arrowz-Rox - Clint Barton
God-of-Humanz - Loki
I-Am-Fury - Nick Fury
Jane_Foster - Jane Foster
1. Thor uses the smiley face
I-Am-Iron-Man/Has logged in
Thunder-God/Has logged in
Doctor/Has logged in
Arrowz-Rox/Has logged in
Thunder-God: MAN OF IRON WHAT IS THIS!
I-Am-Iron-Man: This, dear Thor, is a chat room. Commonly used to keep in touch with others.
Thunder-God: I FIND THIS AMUSING!
Doctor: Thor press the Caps Lock button.
Thunder-God: CAN NOT GREEN MAN, IT IS BROKEN!
Arrowz-Rox: So Tony what was the point of calling us here.
I-Am-Iron-Man: To watch Thor with his first computer
Thunder-God: WHAT IS THAT SIGN YOU MAKE AT THE END OF COMPUTER, MAN OF IRON!
Doctor: Well If this is all then good evening gentlemen..
Frost and Fire - Chapter OneMore Like This
Frost & Fire
Chapter One: First Impressions Are Everything
“Where are they? What is taking so long?!”
The angrily shouted questions echoed throughout the almost empty throne room. The guards all shifted nervously, as did Bastien – the older man standing at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the throne. He had brought word that the awaited guests hadn’t yet arrived, which was already much later than they were anticipated, and now stood silently with his head bowed and his eyes cast down at his feet.
“I am unsure, Your Majesty,” he said some moments later. Bastien was afraid to speak but knew there would be consequences if he didn’t answer. An agitated growl could be heard from the King. The servant and messenger lifted his gaze, finding that the King was scowling and tightly gripping the spear, Gungnir, which he held in his right hand. It was obvious that their King was absolutely furious.
“I am sure they will
Loki x Reader Chapter 1 You opened your door to your small one bedroom apartment and dropped your backpack onto the table. You weren’t a huge fan a purses, so you decided to carry a backpack instead. Besides, it could hold more in your opinion. You went over to the sink and got yourself a glass of water. You had been running all over Stark Tower, grabbing this and that, or responding to one of Tony’s fake calls of need. Luckily, the job wasn’t that hard so you didn’t complain. It paid well too.More Like This
After you finished your glass of water you were about to go to your room and change your clothes into something more comfortable, but you heard your phone go off.
“It better not be him,” you mumbled as you pulled the phone out of your pocket, “Oh C’mon I just got home.” Tony, of course. You wanted to ignore it but you knew he’d just kept calling, so you answered.
Loki x Reader Chapter 2 For the second time today you walked into your apartment and set your backpack down on your table.More Like This
“That surely seems like an odd place to put a bag. Shouldn’t that table be used for eating?” Loki asked with a small laugh.
“Well I didn’t plan on anyone coming home with me, just extra work,” you sighed, “I guess you can sleep in my bed considering the fact you’re a guest here. I have no problem with sleeping on the couch. Just don’t mess with my stuff,” you turned around around to face him, “Got it?”
“Why should I listen to some little Midgardian?”
“I could just ask Dr.Banner to knock some sense into so you’d listen,” you said with a smile. He opened his mouth to fight back, but suddenly cringed and shut it. You knew that would work.
“I do have some rules though Loki, I expect you’ll follow t
Chapter 4: Helmet Ceremony Pt. 1More Like This
Loki had awoken on his birthday upon an unearthly hour, he lay in his bed unmoving his muscles sore from his tantrum the night before as his eyes filled with the tinges of the rising sun over the gleaming city of Asgard. He still didn't move but shifted slightly at the sound of his favorite hand maid Gerta enter the room. In her soft voice she called, "My lord are you ready to dress for the ceremony?" Loki glanced her way, he was known to be quite cruel to the servants of the palace since he was a child playing tricks and treating them as though they were dirt beneath his boots.
But Gerta was different when Frigga was not available she had become like a grandmother or aunt of sorts playing with him as a child helping him with his daily morning and evening routines. He groaned, "Gerta I do not wish to stand nor even look upon that armor...I fear father only wishes to bequeath my helmet to me because mother wishes it." Gerta huffed, "Hush my lord, you're more than deserving of that helme