Most people were already fast asleep, their soft snoring contributing to the melodic unity of sounds that penetrated your apartment. In the dim light of your computer screen, you were working on a project you had to finish before the next morning.
Your eyes started to feel heavy, but you couldn’t give in to the lingering sleep yet. Just a few more adjustments and you would be done. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your arms out above your head. The glowing red light of your alarm clock told you it was already three in the morning. In less than five hours you would have to be at the office again. While you were working on the last few details your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier, until after a few minutes you had fallen asleep be
‘Why do I have to babysit him?’ you asked Fury, finally able to pull your gaze away from Loki. ‘Can’t you just lock him up downstairs?’
‘We’ve talked about this, [Name]. Loki is part of the team now. No more fights. No more cells. He has promised to do what we ask of him.’
‘Yeah, right...’ you scoffed, turning your gaze back to Loki. ‘Like his word means anything.’
Fury sighed. ‘Look, I also rather have it differently, but we need him. Besides, without his scepter, he is as harmless as an ant, right Loki?’
Loki nodded, keeping his eyes on you. ‘Whatever you say, Nick.’
‘Don’t worry, [Name],’ Fury said, turning to you again. ‘We’ll be back tomorrow night. If anything happens, you c
You were standing next to the windows of your office at the police station, arms crossed, looking at all the happy couples and families that were making their way across the street, towards Time Square. In a few hours the large festivities to celebrate the defeat of the Chitauri would begin and everyone was already gathering for the big Captain America show that would start off the day with fire works.
It was exactly three years ago that aliens had poured in from a hole in the sky. Three years since you had lost
The guard called him from the down the large tall halls of the Asgardian palace, his father demanding his audience with him in the throne room. One thing for sure, it was probably decision what is going to happen to Loki. He just knows it, he has gut feeling it was. With a sigh leaving his lips, he made his way to the throne room letting the sound of shoes clanking against the smooth surface of the floor.
What justice is there? Punishing his brother? All he wanted was to bring him back home, to make things start over again. Pushing back his blonde locks of hair over his shoulder, exhaling out slowly. He pushed the door to t