Although she had long accused her husband of considering her little more than an accessory, as the cuffs clicked onto her wrists, Yvette found it surprising she had never suspected just how well Jon presumed she would go with murder.
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Although she had long accused her husband of considering her little more than an accessory, as the cuffs clicked onto her wrists, Yvette found it surprising she had never suspected just how well Jon presumed she would go with murder.
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In the darkness is my neverending home, and the chill of it resides within my heart. I have always known this.
He smiles into the night, baring his teeth like a feral animal.
"Loki?" Thor mumbles sleepily, reaching out for the place where he had lain. He begins to wake up upon not finding him there. Loki sighs. "Go back to sleep, Thor." he commands softly, so as to not wake him farther. Soothed by the sound of his voice, Thor sighs and drifts back into sleep.
He rubs a hand across his weary eyes. How have I found myself in this mess?
Asgard, Odin, Thor. I, a Jotunn.
Again, his hand brushes his face, feeling the unfamiliar smooth skin. But even more strange to him is the warmth.
That is the problem, the reason for his sleepless nights, as he presses against the windows in vain, hoping for a a cool draft. Thor will be irked if he tries to open the windows again, and there are no other reliefs for him. Even in this form, he craves the chill of winter that is denied to him.
He presses his forehead against the cool glass, indulging in the all too frequent weakness of letting his mind liken it to the ice windows of the Jotunn.
And in that moment, he feels the ache within ease.