The Nymph of the Arden Forest

TITLE: The Nymph of the Arden Forest

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki having his “secret place” in a forest. He goes there whenever he isn’t in a good mood or just wants some peace. One day he sits there, relaxing and feeling free when suddenly a girl comes into his sight. She sits there, barely clothed enjoying the beautiful water and laughing, dancing around through the forest...

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: Hello! Although I am still writing “The Mourning Girl”, I have decided that this story, based on a submitted Imagine, is the next one that I’d love to write! This is just a opening chapter, so I would love to hear what you all think of it ♥︎

Loki stomped across the dense meadow as the daylight dimmed ever so slowly in the sky above him. It was a rather humid evening and he had to continuously wipe away the layer of sweat that formed upon his forehead.
His fury was evident as he kicked at the overgrown tufts of grass and at the branches and rocks that obstructed the path that would lead him more deeper inside the forest.
His ‘family’ had once again neglected his own feelings when regarding how they would go forward with Loki’s punishment for what he did on Midgard three years earlier. Although he had gained their trust to roam Asgard freely, they were thinking of sending him shortly to the Avengers Tower in New York City with the intentions of him helping the Avengers initiative.
Even his virtuous and loving mother Frigga had sided against him this time.

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Hell of an evening

TITLE: Hell of an evening

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: one shot

AUTHOR: teawitchjoan

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine attending a formal event and meeting a dark tall stranger named Loki, who ends up spending the night with you.

RATING: Teen and up

NOTES/WARNINGS: none really. Sorry for minor errors and mistakes, especially when it comes to punctuation. English is not my native language and nobody ever bothered to explain punctuation in class.

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“Why did I even agree, I should have told them I’m sick or something”, you muttered under your breath, getting out of a taxi and handing a bill to the driver.

This whole evening was some awful mistake. Your boss called a few hours earlier and said he needed you to attend an event organised by the owner of a big company you were trying to make a deal with and it was crucial that you go there and make sure they agree to all the terms, otherwise the newest collection wouldn’t be ready on time.

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