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Be My Frost QueenBe My Frost Queen by AthenaArtist13
The soft lash of winter winds,
Exploring the air around you and whipping through,
Caressing every inch of exposed flesh,
The cold holding itself softly to you.
Your feet stop as if frozen,
Closing your eyes in the embrace,
Letting the aura of cold pass up and down your body,
You feel it getting closer to your face.
You try and fight back your smile,
But the more you feel you cannot hide,
The soothing presence of frozen snow,
Exciting as a late night sleigh ride.
Warm breath blends with cold by your ear,
Sending shivers down your spine,
Feeling the arms reach around your waist from behind,
By your stomach you watch the long slender fingers intertwine.
You dare not ruin the moment,
Sweet fuzzy feelings fill from head to toe,
His chin rests upon your shoulder,
And softly in your ear he does blow.
“Such a cold winters night,”
He said, snuggling lightly into your back,
“And you all alone in our special place,”
The light kiss to your ear; a most pleasant attack.
AdmittanceAdmittance by AthenaArtist13
“You think you can defy me...”
He turned his head sharply to look her dead in the eyes.
“But I came to you with a purpose,
A purpose that must be fulfilled,
With or without you.”
These words still haunted her mind,
The image of the emotion in his eyes,
She hoped that this purpose would not cause him harm,
Yet she knew as with any tide that in time it would rise.
Her hands started to tangle with strands of her hair,
As she wrung it all in worry,
She had yet to admit it to his face,
But she worried to the extent that her eyesight went blurry.
She released her hair,
Then wiped her face dry,
She would not show such weakness,
He'd never see her cry.
This was why she had yet to tell him,
But she did not want him to think her weak,
Though she'd seen in his eyes that he shared her feelings,
But it was his admittance that she did seek.
If she spoke first she was just a typical female,
She did not want to be thought of in this way,
So she'd wait for the proof that he too
Valentine Poetry: GiftThose cold emerald eyes,Valentine Poetry: Gift by AthenaArtist13
A piercing yet intriguing stare,
Knowing even that they hold lies,
You can feel a warmth there.
That slight warm smirk,
The movement of those fingers; long and slender,
Every little quirk,
You know there is something tender.
He takes your hand
Turns you around
Leads you to this places
Secluded, quiet, beautiful.
You gaze again into the emerald paradise,
Watch the smile dance upon those lips,
Even though the touch is cold as ice,
You smile as he takes you by the hips.
You try and hide such affection,
Knowing what power the knowledge can hold,
It is but for your own protection,
Yet you can't help but be so bold.
He takes both hands now
Pulls you close
Your hands part from his to rest upon his shoulders
He takes your waist again.
In a moment that lasted only seconds,
Felt like the most pleasant eternity,
A glance, a smile, that beckons,
A kiss will last forever...
Your Turn Your TurnYour Turn by ViolaKame9824
There is one thing you should always remember about us,
Whenever we’re on the bus,
When we’re in our secret place,
When we’re face to face,
Love is a gift,
The thing in my heart that will never shift,
Till the day I die,
To you I’ll never lie,
Do you feel the same?
Or do you really seek all the fame?
I truly hope not,
I hope your love wasn’t bought,
I feel like I can tell you anything though,
Even if you’re neither a friend nor foe,
With you all my secrets hide,
And you let almost everything slide,
So now it’s your turn,
Let the feelings inside you burn,
Tell it all to me,
Tell me who you really want to be,
Spill the secrets in your head,
Even if they cause me to feel dead,
You’re holding it all in,
And our relationship is wearing thin,
Be the ruthless man you were before,
Turn that window into a door,
Open yourself up to me,
Don’t make me whisper another plea,
I want you to unfold,
What does that clever mind
Prologue: Big BrotherPrologue: Big Brother by ArtsyFartsyGirl2936
A warm cooing of a baby resonated in quiet but grand bedchambers, a sweet ancient lullaby being sung to the child by his new mother. She smiled gently down at her son as he gurgled and tugged at her long blonde tresses.
She then swiped her fingertips across his soft cheeks, “How sweet and tender an infant, how could anyone abandon you my love?” As she continued to lull the baby into slumber her husband approached.
Just returning from a great war, he protected the human race from the threat of the infamous Laufey and his hoard of Frost Giants from further descending unto Midgard bent on creating another age of ice and feral cold upon the mortals.
The Good King and his army defeated the giants within their own brumal and dark realm of Jotunheim. He created a truce, while also taking the source of Laufey’s magic with him weakening and rendering their powers almost useless…all of this to keep peace.
The Great King Odin though jovial in his victory now looked even m
Chapter 1: Young ConjurerChapter 1: Young Conjurer by ArtsyFartsyGirl2936
The sun shone bright and proud, cascading its gracious glow onto the shimmering peaks of Asgard realm of the gods.
Two young boys ran along a golden bridge that met to a set of stairs whose path led to a breathtaking courtyard bursting with the most stunning of foliage, the tight manicured beds filled with flowers that glistened like gem stones. The two boys’ laughter was loud in play as they raced one another!
The first of the two boys had a bright and ambitious smile and glittering sapphire blue eyes, his yellow gold hair pushed back by the wind. Thor had grown fast by mortal standards he looked to be at least ten years of age.
The other boy beside Thor had a broad mischievous grin, he too had blue eyes but that of a hue of winter skies and hair as black as a raven’s wing. Loki too had grown steadfast in his brother’s wake, smiling as he gained on his older brother.
Thor seeing his brother’s quickening feet pushed forward reaching the bottom of the steps befor
Loki-x-Reader: HypnotizerLoki-x-Reader: Hypnotizer by Tarnisis
It was late and the nightclub you had entered was jam-packed. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing to the explosive beat that pulsed from the large speakers, and drunken souls making fools of themselves. Normally, you weren't comfortable in places such as this, but tonight you had made an exception. Because tonight you had every reason to party.
From your place at the bar you could see everything that the club had to offer. From its flashing lights, to its excellent sound-system and wide variety of beverages, it was pure heaven. Well, to any hardcore clubber at least.
You sighed gently as you took another sip from your glass of water, and moved to ask the bartender for another when someone exhaled loudly right next to you. You already knew who it was before you turned to look, but it was a sad fact that you couldn't blow off your companion forever. No matter how tempting the idea might be.
Darcy Lewis stood in all
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