THE LAST ONE
Alice & Ben for GQ Style [x]
Sorry to everyone who I shook hands with, I’m sick so you’re screwed.
I will find him and I will destroy him.
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot
AUTHOR: Wannabe Writer
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine thinking that Loki will never love you and that you are only a burden to him, when really he loves you just as much as you love him
NOTES/WARNINGS: Nothing much really, a bit angsty and some suggestiveness towards the end. Nothing explicit.
The Shackles tugged at the delicate skin of your wrists and ankles, rubbing them red raw. The guards pulling you along weren’t gentle as they threw you at the foot of the throne and you didn’t dare look up at the battle worn face of the Allfather.
"Leave us" he commanded and everyone in the room bowed and departed. "Not you my son."
Your breath hitched in your throat as in the edge of your vision you saw the edge of an emerald cloak stop, swirl and head back towards the throne, accompanied by the thud of leather boots.