Pairing(s): Thor/Loki, Farbauti/Laufey, slight Farbauti/Frigga, one-sided Jarnsaxa/Thor, Fandral/Jarnsaxa, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, one-sided Wade Wilson/Loki
Rating: M
Word Count: Don't know don't care
Warnings: Dead kids and Wade is a crazy mother fucker
Don't own Marvel peeps or The Village
Summary:
/ LET THE BAD COLOR NOT BE SEEN, IT ATTRACTS THEM
/ / NEVER ENTER THE WOODS, THAT IS WHERE THEY WAIT
/ / / HEED THE WARNING BELL, FOR THEY ARE COMING

While I won't follow the movie COMPLETELY, I will use some of the dialogue, because I think it's beautiful. And I agree with what the actors say in the behind-the-scenes: (regarding the way they spoke back then) Every single word was thought out. Every word had a meaning.

EDIT: I'm sorry about the first post. It should be spaced correctly this time.

Chapter 1

The sky was a calm shade of blue and the sun shown brightly, only obscured by a few pale gray clouds. A strong wind ruffled the hats and bonnets of the men and women who were gathered together silently on the grassy hill. Several feet away, a man knelt down next to a small wooden coffin. His dark bangs fell over his pale forehead as he pressed a hand on the lid and leaned against the coffin. Whatever he had been saying before was no longer discernible as his words were replaced by sobs.

After the coffin was lowered into the hole, submerged in dirt, and the child was laid to rest, the villagers dispersed in order to prepare for the afternoon meal. Two rows of tables were set up, one for the children and one for the adults. It was a silent process, due to the fact that everyone, even the children, had a job to do. There was no time for small talk.

Once all of the food and utensils were set out and everyone was seated, the village leader stood up to say grace. As always, it was short. But this time, he seemed a little distracted following the events that had occurred only moments earlier.

"We may...question ourselves at...moments such as these..." He didn't seem to be speaking to anyone among the group because his gaze was far-off and unfocused. "Did we make the right decision to settle here?"

He continued to stand there with the tips of his fingers touching the table. A hand grabbing his own broke him out of his stupor and he slowly nodded.

"We are grateful for the time we have been given."

After a few more seconds, with only the birds offering a reply, he took a seat, pointedly ignoring the look of concern on his wife's face. On his other side was the father of the child whose funeral they had all just attended.

At the other tables, the children watched their parents and Elders with blank, but also somewhat solemn expressions. The sounds of silverware clinking against glass dishes told the children that it was time to fill their plates.

What had merely been background noise became much more apparent as the crows began to squawk even louder, as if something had startled them. All movement at the tables stopped when a low moan echoed through the valley, and every head at the tables turned towards the woods.

Someone at the adults table started to laugh and clap their hands. He had short brown hair, black eyes, and a huge grin on his scarred face. He pounded his fists on the table, causing the silverware to clink. He laughed excitedly when the sounds of the woods called to him, oblivious of the look of disapproval on his father's face. It wasn't until after the sounds had stopped, and he no longer had a distraction, that the young man realized he was making everyone uncomfortable with his behavior. He looked down at the table and brought his trembling hands to his face, tapping his fingers against his lips.

The rest of the meal went on without anymore disruptions, and just as they did while setting up, everyone did their part in cleaning afterwards. Two small girls in charge of washing dishes began splashing each other with the water. A woman walked briskly with her sheep trailing behind her, bleating happily. Several villagers were inside the greenhouses checking on the progress of the herbs and spices. Two teenage girls twirled while they swept their front porch. It was as if the sounds of the woods had never reached their ears.

Then one of the girls stopped when she spotted a small red flower growing next to the house. Her sister noticed it as well, and without saying a word, they set down their brooms and quickly approached the flower. After plucking it from the ground, they walked several feet away and buried it, wiped their hands on their dresses, then returned to their former task of sweeping the porch.

That night, all was quiet. The watch tower was still, and the bell was dormant. But they were not sleeping. After all, the wicked do not rest.