Basically on Loki, Adam, Thomas Sharpe, Tom hiddleston. Some are one shot. Some are more, I can't help it, my mind can't stop. English is not my first or second languange.
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I loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her. I got lost in her eyes more than five years ago. She is so beautiful in every way, so amazingly wonderful. She has beautiful soul that throw out its lights and just shine out loud. I was dazed by her smile. She gave me wisdom in the lowest of places. She gave me faith in my darkest days. She gave me love and touched my life. Y/N was always bright and lived life to the fullest. Her personality was too big for this world to contain. And my heart captured everything about her like a film recorder.
We used to be happy. Everything seemed perfect. Everything went great. I've already asked her to marry me and come with me to Asgard. And finally she said yes. She was going to be my queen. If she was here, we would walking down hand by hand on the aisle right now.
I wish I were dreaming. But all I heard was the faint sound of her screaming. When a bullet pierced into her skin and nested in her heart. She blinked as a tear slip out from the corner of her eyes. Her eyes began to flutter shut, forever. She didn't say I'm leaving. She never said goodbye. She was gone before I even can do something to stop it. I keep asking myself. Why couldn't I been there in time? I supposed the one who protect her when she scooped a little boy in her arms keep him away from danger. If that day she didn't go for a mission, maybe things would be different. She will be standing here, safe and sound in my arms.
It's all over now, she no longer have to fight. She is no longer in pain. She was lying in the coffin in eternal sleep forever, looking so beautiful and peace. I just want get her body out of that tiny chamber of hers. I sat down besides her knowing my legs about to give up and drank in her features one last time. All I can do is wonder why it was her and not me.
I know she is out of reach and no longer here with me. My heart was pounding. My tears were pouring. The priest makes the sign of the cross and lets three hand-full of earth fall onto the coffin "From dust you came, to dust you shall return. Received her in Your peace and gave her through Jesus Christ, a joyful resurrection."
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Is that every angel out of heaven needs to be returned?
We buried her body upon the stone. Upon the stone is a note that read. An angel that taken too soon.
I looked at everyone in black. I didn't see a smile around. All there is to do is grieve. She is loved. She is missed. I stood at her grave, I just kept feeling this terrible pain.
Death changes everything. Time changes nothing. I still miss the soft of her voice calling out my name, her little laugh, her smile that could always bring me to my knees, her kiss on my lips, her hands wrap around my neck, her warm body, everything.
I reluctant entering our chamber, everything just smell like her. I stared at the spot where she used to lay there. I closed my eyes, imagining her lie down in nude there so beautiful so fragile, covered by a thin blanket, her head snuggling into my chest. The pain I feel is too much to bare and driving me insane.
I know I will see her in the after-life. I'll meet her in Valhalla. She didn't go alone. For part of me went with her. In life I loved her dearly. And in death I love her still.
