in which the two smartest guys are mated to the baddest bitch
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" instead of trying to grow your boobs, why don't you go read a book and grow your brain. "
" this is why she's my mate. "
" our mate. "
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[ AVENGERS ]
[ SOUL MATES ]
[ BRUCE AND TONY...
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"BROTHERS," Alexis called, her voice and angelic, as she stepped into the aircraft she'd be flying. Thor and Loki smiled at her as they sat down, getting up to grab a hand and kiss it.
"Hello, Sister. Are you ready?" Thor asked as they moved to the front, Alexis getting into the seat and switching on the engine and aircraft.
"As ready as I can be." She told them as she buckles herself in before looking at her brothers and motioning to her seat belt. The boys quickly buckled themselves in on the other two seats, and Alexis was quick to fly away.
"So, how have you been, little sister?" Thor Asked, trying to make conversation and speed up time as the flight would take nine hours.
"Well, I've been okay. I had an amazing Midgardian father." She told them, a smile spreading across her lips as she thought of her loving father.
"Had?" Pain flashed through the blonde's eyes, memories of unhappiness flowing in her brain. Tears welled up, swimming in her eyes.
"He passed away." She croaked, sniffling as she used her hands to blow on her face, drying the tears that were about to fall.
"I apologise." Loki looked down in shame, slightly embarrassed. Alexis shook her head, wiping a stray tear before putting on a smile.
"It's fine, brother. He passed ages ago." The blonde female reached over to the radio, flicking on a button. "Ever heard of the new songs?" Thor and Loki shook their heads which made a smirk crawl up Alexis's face. Turning the dial, the familiar pop music filled the aircraft of which they flew in.
"Havana, ooh na-na, Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na, He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na. All of my heart is in Havana. There's somethin' 'bout his manners, Havana, ooh na-na,"
