A/N: If my writing style has changed, it's cos I've been listening to my 'I could be an emo' playlist.
The note on the rose had said it was from Tony. It was in Tony's handwriting, and he'd rather not believe it wasn't from him. So he accepted it.
He kept it by his bedside, and cared for it. He woke up one day, and the rose was gone. In its place was a red rose, equally beautiful, but not the one that Tony had given him.
Savannah woke up suddenly. That was probably because there was a furious Norse god in her room, screaming and shouting.
'-my rose, you fucking quim. What have you done with it?'
'Is it red?'
'Yes, you stupid whore. What did you do?'
Maybe she shouldn't've used the glowing one.
'Didn't it work?'
'You scum. Give me back my rose.'
'That is your rose. It's just red.'
'Why the fuck is it red?'
'I thought it would work.'
'What would work, you foolish bitch?'
'I-I thought that it would work. I'm sorry. I failed.'
'Damn right you failed, you miserable little wench.'
Savannah couldn't answer. She was crying too hard.
'Savannah?'
She looked up. His eyes were green again.
Thank gods.
A/N: I don't like this Loki. He swears too much.
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Winter Sunshine
FanfictionSavannah Winters works for SHIELD, for the Avengers, for the sake of Earth. Right? But she is sitting in the bath, idly watching blood trickle down her wrists for the first time in ten years, when the phone rings. Loki is back, but somehow, not th...
