James Stark's life had always been up and down, and his love life had been pretty much as non-existant as his dads; our favourite superhero. So when he meets an angel more beautiful than ever,m he has hope that his love-life may not be non-existant...
Yall don't know how happy this makes me, NiaNance you're a darling. jeepers. This book is literally a day-dream I had that I wanted to share with people. I love when people comment it makes me feel a slither of achievement; somebody actually likes the book that I put my work into. Thanks, gurl or guy, but cuz assuming your profile says 'Niklauses Wife" I'm gonna be ambitious and say your female; correct me if I'm wrong. Keep reading. (Oh and NiaNance I see you ignoring all my questions, everyone single one; oh and the rest of yall. I really need an answer, you batty sods)
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When James woke up he wasn't on the hellicarrier, he was at home? He was confused looking around his surroundings like a lost cause; until a tall man, with dark hair and a sadistic grin painted on his face walked in the room, or rather walked in from outside. He opened his mouth to speak words but was interrupted by the young Stark.
"Are you Loki?"
The boy questioned; Loki couldn't keep the surprised look on his face. Although it was quickly repressed, and back again was the manic grin. Stark figured it was a mask, used to hide the pain that was etched deep in his soul. As someone doesn't just choose the take over Earth one sunny morning. He figured that Loki may be in pain, or someone is controlling him because, from the short time that James knew Thor, he had not stopped talking about Loki and the adventures they had gotten up to.
"Why yes, little Stark. And you are James correct young Mortal?"
He told it like a question, but it was obvious it was a statement. His voice was gravelly but sounded posh and all Prince-like. It sounded like it could be British but it was obvious it was Asgardian, from the degrading and superior tone he held.
"Yeah my name is James Stark. I did some research on Norse Mythology, and I can't remember whether you are the God of Mischief, Chaos or Stories, because it neither specifies. You aim to wreak havoc yet you are not evil nor good and your only life is Chaos. So you can understand why I am confused? No?"
