Divine Mischief  / Loki Love story

Divine Mischief / Loki Love story

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"May I get an honest answer to a personal question?!" This made Loki smirk. "You are asking God of lies to be honest?!" He could not believe how naive she could be for the woman so fierce in battle. Mercy smiled and nodded. *** Mercy Gray had been walking on a dark side since she was five... But because of her friendship with Natasha Romanoff, she is called by Nik Fury when Loki's army attacks New York. In spite of the fact that she is not a hero at all... ****** I don't own anything else But Mercy and her made-up characteristics... Love you all...
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Before the fall of Asgard, before the skies burned and the world tree trembled, three siblings held the realms in balance. Thor, firstborn of Odin, whose thunder echoed across the nine worlds. Loki, silver-tongued and shadow-born, whose cleverness concealed a yearning heart. And Freyja, youngest of the three, who learned early that love could be both sanctuary and weapon. These children of Asgard grew together beneath golden spires-bound by blood, by loyalty, by a love that seemed unbreakable. Into their circle came Eirik Stenson, a warrior's son with honey eyes and promises sweet as mead. He became their companion, their trusted friend, and eventually, Freyja's beloved. What the gods did not know was that some hearts harbor darkness even while speaking of light. When betrayal comes, it shatters not just trust but worlds. The gates to ancient enemies are thrown open, and amidst the chaos and flame, it is Freyja who suffers most deeply. Her love was a gift freely given, now twisted into a blade she cannot remove. In her private sanctuary, hidden from all eyes, Freyja keeps a vessel of crystal and starlight-a jar containing fragments of all she has loved and lost. Every memory, every broken promise, every tear shed in the shadow of betrayal preserved like terrible treasures. Some call it dwelling in the past. She calls it remembering the cost of trust too freely given. Now, as enemies gather and the Tree of Worlds trembles, the gods face an impossible choice: forgive the unforgivable, or wield their broken hearts as weapons of war. For Freyja knows what mortals have forgotten-some wounds never truly heal. And some hearts, once broken, burn brighter than Muspelheim's eternal flames. *A tale of divine love, mortal betrayal, and the power of memory, inspired by "jar of hearts" by Christina Perri*

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