Hrakael

  "I-I l-lo. . . I lov-. . . dang it." Canada sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair while shaking his head in defeat. He couldn't bring himself to say it, even when he was alone and everybody had already left-- but, then again, it's not like it would matter if they were here or not. None of them bothered to acknowledge that he present at every meeting. . . or that he even   existed at all now that he thought of it. But, there was one person who actually managed to treat him like he was an actual human being instead of some phantom. Her name was ______, and to Canada, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever saw in his life-- and

*Thor: Dark World spoilers* Not again I scream Over-analyzing everything The circle of us Won't break its pattern Won't seize cause Your hands are trembling as you listen to the priest verbally bind you both together. Your heart is pounding loudly it resounds in your head and you have to remind yourself to breathe. “(Name), wilt thou have this man to be thy husband, and wilt thou pledge thy faith to him, in all love and honor, in all duty and service, in all faith and tenderness, to live with him, and cherish him, according to the ordinance of God, in the holy bond of marriage?" You pull your gaze from the priest, turning to peer at

Loki has no idea, you’re certain, of how lonely he is. You watch him pace about his chambers—as you always did—clearly unsure as to what to do with himself. He feels angry, betrayed, and confused and always he forces himself to carry this burden alone. His sits down heavily on his bed, head in his hands, and you move to obtain a finer view of the man. Perhaps you should reveal yourself to him, let him know someone was there for him. But you knew full and well how skittish he could be, both untrusting and unwilling. You run a gentle hand down the edge of the glass, tracing the outline of his defeated reflection. You sigh heav

  'Damn Michael stole my iPod' you were currently walking over to your friend Michael's house. And yes, he stole you iPod during class. 'Just wait till I get my hands on him' you thought walking up to his door. Michael was a scary person. Always wearing his shades and carrying around a hockey stick. The day he met you he actually said 'You my new friend'. At first you said ok because you were scared of him, now you were just AS scary. "MICHAEL WILLIAEMS OPEN UP THIS GODAMN DOOR AND GIMME MY IPOD!" You yelled banging on the door. The door opened but it wasn't Michael. It was a guy with dark brown hair, ruby red eyes and tan skin. "Shesh doll,