It all started from a dumpster behind Midtown High School. "Could this day get any worse?" Peter Parker spoke to himself as he went to the trash receptacle, trying to find his backpack those dudes threw out the window. Holding his nose and scanning the pile of garbage, there were soggy cardboard, last week's lunch, abandoned project from Mister Andrew's class. And there it was! His backpack laying next to a dead man(?) in some sort of black leather and armor clothing with a broken neck. Totally normal.

After Odin took his last breath at Norway cliffside, Hela did not immediately show up - which allowed Thor ten minutes or so with his poor excuse of a brother, namely: Loki. It was more than enough for an extremely furious God of Thunder, who was blinded by rage by the death of his father, to do what needed to be done to the luckless God of Mischief whom Thor believed was to blame. When Hela did show up, the two princes were in no condition to fight against her. Okay, maybe Thor could give it a try, even if he stood no chance nonetheless. But Loki? Hela took one glance at the bloodied mess on the floor and could not even tell whether or not it was alive. Things were already very messy. It got a whole lot messier from there. Or. A fic where Loki, Thor and Hela learned the ups and downs of having siblings.

(SEQUEL TO "A DISCORDED LOVE") It's been a few weeks since Maria had woken from her coma, during which, she dreamed a whole lifetime. Now awake and back into reality, she tries to cope with life. How can you move on from something that never happened? But the question remains in her mind: Was it all just a dream? And, to make matters worse, her whole family is in danger; a villain wants revenge, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. How well will Maria fare?