This chapter is written in Loki's point of view. The idea of this part was from my Mother.
"And now, put your hands together for Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!" The ringmaster boomed. Most of the audience stood up and applauded. I, on the other hand, remained seated. Why did Thor have to drag me into this brightly coloured tent full of people who can do acrobats and ride horses. Anybody can do it. STOP SHOWING OFF! A (Y/H/C) haired woman stepped foot in the arena. She was gorgeous. I have never felt this way before. I was lost in her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes that I didn't realise how awkward it must be to have a member of the front row gaping at you.
A few more minutes of the audience clapping passed until it slowly came to a hush. Music started playing and she took a box out from a white sheet. I could see that there was spikes on the inside of the lid to the box. She stepped inside and my heart skipped a beat. An assistant walked over to the device of dooms as it was labelled on the front of it and closed the lid. I let a little scream escape from my tightly pursed lips but my vision remained fixed on the victim in the wooden contraption. I winced but then a miracle happened. She was still alive! Thank Valhalla for that!
Three years from that and I have only just asked (Y/N) out, and guess what... SHE SAID YES!
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Avengers Imagines
FanfictionJust like the title says, a series of Avengers imagines. I do not own any of the characters in this book except (y/n) you. Requests are still open, so please give me ideas in the comments or privately on Instagram @G0d.of_m1schief.
