13 Wishes

TITLE: 13 Wishes


AUTHOR: MythHearts/Thdfic (Writing blog)

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being the only one who got a birthday gift for Loki who has been exiled to Earth. At first he doesn’t want it, but a few days later…


NOTES/WARNINGS: I’m sorry, I just love Monster High! And I think that their movie, 13 Wishes is the best one from them other than Freaky Fusion. I’m a bit like the protagonist of this story who is Howleen Wolf, a Werewolf who always wanted everyone to know her. But mostly the villain of the movie, Whisp is the reason I feature the movie in this story. The movie is beautiful, it teaches a heart-warming lesson to be careful what we wished for and mostly teaches us that there will be people who love us for who we are. By the way, sorry for the story being so very long, it is his experience for the movie after all but I’ll make sure not to give too much spoilers and pictures are provided. This story is written in Loki’s point of view.

I never thought this day would come but if it ever did, I will lock myself in my room and wait for the day to end. If anyone were to ask me what is the worst day of the year is. I would, without hesitation, say my birthday. My birthday is just an annoying reminder that I was adopted. To make matters worse, Thor brought me down to Midgard to “assimilate” me to my normal self. He can’t change who I am, I know who I am and I’m a monster! I still can’t believe that it has been two months that I’ve been living in the Avengers Tower with those heroes that ruined my brilliant plan. Don’t they know that Thanos declared that if I fail in defeating the Earthlings, he will make me know a new kind of suffering? I’m sure brother doesn’t want me to have that especially… mother.

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Quit assuming others have it better, or you have it worse. Everyone suffers tremendously in life. It’s rude to belittle someone’s suffering, thinking yours is greater. Don’t judge someone’s suffering as better or worse. A dark life can be lived brightly, because pain gave great perspective and wisdom. An average and easy life can be its own kind of tragedy; suffering a mundane deadness. A great life can spoil under great fortune. It’s hard having nothing. It’s hard having everything. It’s hard. Suffering is very personal and cannot be measured by someone from the outside. Everyone suffers in different ways. Life is not a suffering contest; the contest is for compassion.
—  Bryant McGill