Even if you found the Death Note, you wouldn't be able to kill me because you don't know my real name, bitch. Have a nice day, Shizu-chan! *flips you off from office building* If ya look up you'll see me. Bye now!
oh god it took me hours to finish this and I know it’s not perfect, I know I could’ve fixed a thing here and there, but if I kept nit-picking everything at some point I would’ve get tired and just give up >m<
Original Imagine: Imagine Odin tells Loki that he has to marry and it’s you. You’ve hated him for years. Every time he sees you in the palace he smirks knowing all the duties you’ll have to perform as his princess, making you cringe. He isn’t exactly fond of you either, but can’t help looking forward to the challenge.
Early the next morning, Loki and Erika awoke to persistent knocking at their door. Erika answered and returned with a set of crutches.
“Eir sent these. Apparently you forgot them yesterday?”
Loki flopped his head back onto the pillow. “I didn’t forget them, I didn’t want them.”
The day after they returned from their vacation, Ferdinand took Erika to a new venue in town which was perfect for a grand wedding. He had an ulterior motive for bringing her here, but of course he had kept it a secret. “So this is quite a beautiful place, isn’t it?” he hinted, as he stroked the cheek of his amazingly beautiful girlfriend. Their vacation had been perfect and Ferdinand was hundred percent sure now he never wanted to leave this woman. “Yes, it’s quite nice. Why did you bring me here?” she asked. He answered the question by going down on one knee. “My dear Erika, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a long time already but I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. Now that I know that we can be happy together anywhere in the world no matter what we do, I can’t be more sure about this. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” At first, Erika seemed pleasantly surprised. She covered her mouth with her hands and stared at Ferdinand with great shock on her face. But when she took away her hands, she wasn’t smiling. “I… I can’t…” she muttered, her face struck with sorrow and guilt. Ferdinand sat there on his knee, completely astonished by Erika’s answer. He slowly lowered the case with the ring and looked towards the ground as his heart broke into a thousand pieces. “I don’t understand… why not?” he whispered, too upset to speak any louder. Erika couldn’t bare to face Ferdinand and averted her glance. “It’s just that, you’re an amazing guy Ferdinand and I have been extremely happy with you, but you’re an aristocrat. Marrying you will come with huge social responsibilities and I don’t want that. I want to be free in choosing my friends and my enemies. I don’t want to have to be careful about what I say or do for the sake of our family’s reputation. You know me, I can be a little insane sometimes and I don’t think having a trait like that would do the Avesnes name any good… I’m sorry, but as long as you’re a noble man, I can’t marry you. If you want me, you’ll have to break all ties with your family and become a commoner. Of course that would mean you can never see them again, and I can’t ask that of you, can I?” A long silence followed. Ferdinand slowly got back up on his feet again, sticking the ring back in his pocket. “No,” he said, his voice a bit more calm now, but his hands were shaking like crazy. “No you’re right, you can’t.” And with those words, he turned around and ran away from the love of his life. No matter how beautiful she was, no matter how much he loved her, if she would ask such a thing of him, he couldn’t stay with her. He loved his family way too much for that.
Yeah, "oh shit". Took a hard, hard, violent fall. Kind of pinballed down. Hit a lot of railings, broke a lot of shit. I'm not going to say I survived, I'm going to say I thrived. I met a cat down there. And I swear to God, that cat looked not at me, but into my soul, into my goddamn soul. And she said, "I'm saving you Erika". Not with her mouth, but she said it, I'm assuming, telepathically.