“For the night is dark and full of terrors”
Never before had she ever regretted such a statement. It loomed ominous over her every action.
Westros was burning, but not with fire as foretold. No, this fire was man-made.
The Starks were a shambles.
The Baratheons gone.
The Lannisters had come undone.
And the other houses squabbled in the dirt left behind.
It was time to start the long trek home. Her Gods had abandoned her, she alone could not turn the tides.
War was to be left to the young. The young and idiotic masses.
Welcome to a new age.
An age of ice, death and never-ending winter.
“Winter is coming”
Draco smirks. Draco smoulders. Sometimes he was just smug. But before all that?
Draco smiled. He grinned. He was a happy child in an unhappy place.
Loki Takes a Holiday
Loki decided that’s if the All Father can’t be bothered to search the realms for his ‘lost son’ then he might as well take a well deserved holiday in plain sight.
On Midgard, well within reach of Thor and his Lady Jane.
And if this caused anyone any problems? Well it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong… These mortals seem to find mischief and mayhem wherever they resided.
Additionally this ‘Mallorca’ place seemed to attract a whole different type of fun.
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