LollyGag

Hello love! 
          Hope you're well. I had a question! In one of your stories, you compared a rather lush garden the main character had to Eden and I was wondering if I could use that as an inspiration for a similar comparison? I know yours was for a character introduction, which this won't be, but I wanted a "go ahead" just to be sure. Up to you. 

Hey there love, 
          Hope you're doing alright and enjoying your down time! 

Hey, I just wanted to ask if you would give my story a chance. I've recently started writing a fan fiction about Tom Hiddleston. Would appreciate some feedback :)

Hey! Hope you're doing alright! 

Greetings all, 
          
          The epilogue for my Loki story will be in the form of two short chapters.  The first being Available today. 
          
          

Chapter 70 is here folks. The final ending to this Long Loki novel. 
          
          An epilogue will eventually follow, giving readers closure on certain aspects and insight to Loki and Annalise’s life.
          
          
          Annalise: 
          
          Releasing my vicious bite, I spit out the foul taste of Tarryd's blood and claw my way up his body. For a fleeting moment, our eyes lock, a dark grin twisting my lips as I catch the flash of fear in his gaze. 
          
          "I will enjoy this," I whisper, driving my thumbs deep into his eye sockets. 
          
          A wicked laugh spills from my lips, a manic joy surging through me at the sound of his tortured screams. I've never felt so alive, so full of purpose. Every second of his suffering feels like a balm to the wounds he inflicted on me, and I crave more.
          
          Drunk on the power I wield, I dig in deeper, bloody tears leaking from beneath my thumbs. This is the moment of my reckoning, my chance to make this monster pay for all that he's done to me. 
          

Chapter 69. 
          
          Loki fights against his magical hold, can he defeat Tarryd before he does the unthinkable. 
          
          Loki:
          
          My breath catches as his hand slides beneath her dress, Annalise's protesting whimpers cutting deep into my heart. His fingers roam over her in ways that should belong only to me, and the sight ignites a fury so fierce, it sears through every vein in my body.
          
          With a twisted grin, he finally withdraws his hand, slowly pulling her panties down her trembling legs. He holds them up like a prize, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply.
          
          "I wonder, does she taste as sweet as she smells?" he taunts, tossing them ahead. They land right in front of me, a final insult. "She won't be needing them anymore. Not when I'll be taking her over and over. Easy access is a necessity, don't you agree?"
          
          Rage doesn't just simmer—it erupts, crashing violently against the dark magic that holds me captive. My muscles begin to twitch alive, my mind filtering though the dark clouds that's taken residence. With a sudden surge of power, I collapse onto all fours, the spell shattering. 
          
          For a moment, I can't believe I'm moving again, but then my gaze locks onto Tarryd's, and a wicked grin spreads across my face when I see his unmistakable flicker of fear.

Chapter 68.
          
          Loki is on a merciless warpath. But will Tarryd be just as ruthless?
          
          Loki:
          
          I see the heavy gates beginning to close, and my fury ignites to an unstoppable blaze. With a roar, I charge, my body slamming into the massive doors with such force the elves behind them resemble ragdolls as they're flung back.
          
          Their bodies hit the stone walls with sickening thuds. Some attempt to rise, but most lie still, playing dead in hopes of avoiding my wrath. But tonight, there's no room for mercy. 
          
          My dagger gleams under the low light as I move from one body to another, severing throats with ruthless precision. I sneer at the few who remain standing, frozen in horror, their faces unnaturally pale as they witness my brutality. 
          
          Feeling particularly cruel, I let out a dark, twisted laugh before commanding them to, “run,” granting two of the elves a brief, fleeting hope of survival. 
          
          They exchange panicked glances, but then, as though their legs are possessed by fear, they flee, running deeper into the corridors of the palace. 
          
          I cackle loudly at their shattered courage, delighting in the thrill of the chase.

I estimate two more chapters before this Loki story comes to a close. 
          
          It will follow with an epilogue. Wrapping up any loose ends. 
          
          What a ride this book has been. Thanks to all who have read along with me. 

Chapter 67. 
          
          Loki realises that Annalise is in Vannaheim, caught by Tarryd. His mission once again changed—Save his queen. 
          
          Loki:
          
          Joben's hand suddenly lashes out, gripping my arm and slamming me against a tree. "You run back there, and you'll be caught!"
          
          "I don't care!" I snarl, struggling against his hold. "He has her! ... He has her!"
          
          "You don't know that!"
          
          "I do! Don't you see? It all makes sense now. That's why we never saw that elf—he knew we were here the whole time. If we leave through that secret door, it'll be sealed in moments, and we'll never get back in."
          
          Joben looks down, considering my words. "That's why it was so easy to leave the palace," he murmurs, realisation dawning. "He's allowing us to leave."
          
          A heavy, relenting sigh brushes against my face as Joben steps back. "So what's our plan?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for guidance.
          
          But my mind, clouded by shock, momentarily blanks. "This is my worst nightmare," I mutter, letting my head fall back against the tree with a dull thud. "I can't bear the thought of her being hurt by him again. If I see it... I fear I'll become something monstrous, and not even your scream will pull me back this time, Joben."
          
          My eyes close, a heavy dread weighing me down. But Joben's hand coming to a rest on my shoulder grounds me, and I meet his gaze. "Maybe it's time we become the monsters people believe us to be. Let's show them that Jotun's aren't just pretty, but pretty damn fierce too."