Avengers Loki Thor Novels & Stories

Lolo was lying on my lap, looking around innocently with wide, curious eyes. “No.” I lowered my head and clenched my teeth. “Those Aesir gods are really despicable. So many of them ganged up on him and still struck so viciously. I heard they didn’t just wound Loki—his dragon nearly died too…” At this point, Lolo suddenly turned his head toward me, his small four wings pressed tightly against my chest. “Goo… goo…” “Thor was among those people, right?” I paused slightly and replied, “Yes.”

Martins shouted as he saw Stacie, she stood in the middle of the two opposing groups, putting on a referee uniform, a whistle in her hands. Alex and Martins were the only one who stood at the other side, they were still in there office wears. "Where did the office go? Where is my baby? My computer!" Martin's exclaimed. "This is madness!" "No Martins," Alex said. "This is war." As soon as the last word left his lips, Alex magically turned to Thor, the god of thunder. Martins stared mouth wide open. "When did that happen?"He asked. "You have muscles and stuff!" Then immediately he found himself transforming to Loki.

“For your eyes only, Alpha Arthur.” Snatching the phone from him, “This better be something….” My voice makes a quick stop, halfway in my throat as my eyes land on the screen of Kalus’s phone. Slightly tilt my head to get a better understanding of what I'm watching - Loki making out with Chloe. I scoff hard, shaking my head and blinking hard. This is real! These two were fucking themselves behind me. I mean, Loki was fucking my Luna, and because of his cock, my pack and my people had to suffer.

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."