Winter's Victim Chapter 12 by MagnaAngel, literature
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Winter's Victim Chapter 12
She reached out with her slightly shaking hands, worried that she might be wrong about not being able to burn him and that she might end up killing him. She placed her hands palm down on his shoulders.
She waited for the sizzle, the smoke, the end. But it never came. She looked at her hands and saw that everything was okay. His skin was slightly cooler than normal, but he wasn't burning. He opened his eyes and realised the same thing. It was okay if they touched. Nothing was going to happen. It was the sign both of them had been hoping for, looking for. He turned slowly to see her looking at her hands and then at his shoulders, and then bac
Winter's Victim Chapter 11 by MagnaAngel, literature
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Winter's Victim Chapter 11
The games carried on for weeks. And weeks dragged on into months. He would try his utmost to get her to submit to him, but just as he got close, she pulled away and withdrew from the exchange. He was slowly getting the idea that she was afraid of him, at least in the sense of what to expect when they would eventually make love for the first time. He gathered that she didn't know as much as she let on and her confidence was as shallow as his Asgardian skin tone. He had also seen that she was terribly unprepared to run this realm and that she would frequently make mistakes and her advisor quickly corrected them to make sure she didn't look inco
Winter's Victim Chapter 10 by MagnaAngel, literature
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Winter's Victim Chapter 10
Vara was so infuriated with her advisor that she went to her mother's mausoleum to blow off some steam.
She was pacing up and down the room, shouting some gibberish like words and insults, shooting fire balls out of the windows and door. Loki just happened to see one being flung out the window and heading up across the dark orange sky from his room. He frowned and walked up to his balcony and looked for the source. He saw that it was coming from Sinmoera's mausoleum. He smiled and knew Vara was in there letting off steam. Or fireballs, as it were. This was his perfect time to strike. Her faith was shaken and she was beginning to distrust her
Winter's Victim Chapter 4 by MagnaAngel, literature
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Winter's Victim Chapter 4
The maids prepared a room for him and he moved in, eager to carry on working on her.
"Your majesty." Her father's advisor stepped up to her, still sitting shell shocked on the throne.
She supposed he was her advisor now. A little old man that was almost as old as her father. She turned and looked at him with a glazed over expression on her face. She was still in shock, nothing the other Fire giants had ever seen before. She had never expected this. She wondered if anyone did. Her father had sat on the throne of Muspelheim for as long as she could remember, for as long as the Central Volcano could remember if it could relay words, and now,