epilogue

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Y/N COULDN'T EXPLAIN IT. She felt her knees turn to jelly as her body practically melted in his arms. His arms looped around her waist, pulling her closer as her hands traced up to his shoulders. Slowly putting her arms around his neck, she gently tugged at the hairs on his nape. His brown curls entangled with her fingers.

A soft breath left her lips, but Peter refused to pull away. It was electrifying, warm, and way too stalled. Now, all Y/n could think of was him. Oddly, she regretted kissing his cheek on the day of the arcade marathon. If she knew that it would've brought this good of a feeling to her, she would've just went for it.

Lips locked and chest to chest, it was hard not to get distracted.

Of course, that was until a loud bolt of thunder hit the roof and rung through the air. Instantly, they jumped back and yelped, looking towards the source of the sound. Huffing and standing up fully, the two turned to face the Norse god that she'd been running from for so long. The rain only grew faster, showing her internal panic.

He stared at Peter, eyes glowing as lightning crackled around him. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?"

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