Hei there :) This is my first english ff and my first one about a character I truly love (we all do, I think): Loki.
I hope you're going to enjoy and, hopefully, review it. I'm not a mothertongue so please forgive me and send me a note if you
find mistakes. Also if you have comments about the graphic, I'de be grateful cause I'm not an expert of .
Stockholm Syndrome
Intro
Everything happened incredibly fast. A second before, she was trying to arrange an heavy box on the floor, the second later a strong grip was constraining her to immobility.
She did not have the time to scream, or get scared. Those eyes were too fast, as was the voice which followed the icy look she saw reflected from the window.
Also his words had somehow the wrong speed, like if the whole person behind her was made of nerves, anxiety and pain.
So the voice reached the inside of her mind, finally provoking the fear: "And now, Jane Foster, you will taste my rage". And it was cold, cold as if it was from another planet or coming from a different being.
The only thing she had the time to think before the world vanished was: why the hell this madmen was calling her Jane Foster?
