Tony Plays Slender"BRUCE!! I'M BORED!!" Tony Stark's voice echoed through the room. Ever since he had moved in with his boyfriend, Bruce had played the part of entertainer, cook, and all-around caretaker for the spoiled, overgrown toddler that Tony was. He didn't mind. Having someone to care for again, having a reason to get up in the morning, filled him with warm happiness. The kind of giddiness that one associates with a schoolgirl spending time alone with her crush. Bruce poured some creamer into his coffee and walked over to Tony, who was draped lazily on the couch, upside-down.
"Careful, Tony, or all of your blood is gonna rush to your head." No reaction from Tony. "And you'll explode."
"Not until you find me something to doooooooooo."
"Wanna play a video game?"
"I've already beat every game we have."
"How 'bout a new game?"
Bruce grabbed a tablet lying on the nearest coffee table and went to a game review site. The first game he saw was 'Slender.' Is that some sort of weight loss game?<
A New Life: LokixReader Chapter 1It was the beginning of summer and you were ecstatic. You just recently graduated from your last year at high school and decided to take a year off before going to Post-Secondary School. You were smart enough, too smart some say, to get into [Dream University/College], but you wanted to spend time at home and help your parents out at their lab. You glanced outside the living room window to see it off in the distance. It was about a kilometer away. A large dome structure just peaking above the tips of the pine trees that surrounded the area you called home.
“Make a wish!” Your sweet mother cheered, making you look back to the party in front of you.
It was your birthday. Your eighteenth, in fact. You were now a legal adult in the eyes of Canada.
Your face slightly flushed in embarrassment as all of your close friends and parents began singing “Happy Birthday”.
“-And many more!” Your best friend Josie wailed as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.
His True Kingdom: Part 55: SILVER TONGUE
You headed out to the familiar throne room without saying a single word to the handsome god next to you because each step you took towards Thor left you breathless. You had an awful feeling in your heart that you perhaps led him on without really intending it—you were hurting too much and could certainly admit to yourself that you weren’t thinking too clearly then either. You liked Thor very much but there was something you just couldn’t describe about Loki that was extremely inviting, there was something about who he was that lured you in. The fact that he was gracefully walking next to you was enough reason to make you feel strong through what was coming even though now all you wished was that his fight with his family would come to an end—the rest didn’t matter much, as much as you wished to be his queen. You would never be able to say those words, ever.
You and Loki finally came out of the darkness of the corridor and reached the opening. Your eyes sca
His True Kingdom: Part 49: MR. STARK OF ASGARD
You’ve seen how much Loki cared with the way he stared at you after the moment you released him from his misery, even though you already made a mental note to yourself about how indifferent he seemed after Thor’s words and your confession. It was a sting to your soul, yet another knife in your heart that you couldn’t recognize after so many daggers were thrust through it. Was it simply his shock after what’s happened to him or was he actually disappointed in you for some reason? You landed on the familiar entrance where you breathed in fresh air just a little while ago. You almost twirled around yourself with the way you landed. You couldn’t balance yourself because your feelings were pulling your strings around too much. You breathed out deeply and turned around and once more felt like twirling. You jumped back seeing the golden figure of Heimdall and remembered Thor’s remark about him not leaving his spot on the Bifrost other than threatening situa