Yang: YAY! New story. Weird thing is it's Loki/Darcy. I wasn't in the mood to be making random OC mortals so here we go! Oh and by the way this is also a Thor/Jane story just because I can I guess. So here we go!
As I walked home from school I was shrouded with thoughts and memories. I couldn't stop thinking of Tarin. How dare her dad come out of nowhere and take her from us...from me.
Aunt Jane was taking it better than I imagined, so is Mom, but me? Heck no! A random guy pops out of nowhere, claims to be Tarin's father, takes her away, and no one is doing anything about it!
"Damien!" Someone shouted out towards me, breaking my thought process.
Then I realized who it was, "Yes mom?" I called back.
"Damien Lewis! What on earth is taking you so long?" Mom asked me as I ran up to her.
"Sorry mom..." I whispered.
"No point in beating dead horse, come on in," She told me as she gestured inside.
My mom's name Darcy Lewis, and she's single, but I'm not saying you can have her! She's smart, charming, funny, and a great mom! I love her, she's my only real family. Well, besides my Aunt Jane, but I'm not even blood related to her. She's just a friend of the family.
Aunt Jane is also Tarin's mom. Her full name is Jane Foster, she's also a single mom, and she's all into studying the stars and stuff, which cool but not my style. Aunt Jane hasn't been the same since Tarin left. We've all been suffering her departure.
"I made your favorite," Mom informed me.
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Stuffed bell peppers with apple fritters to the side," She laughed.
"Awesome!" I said as I raced to the kitchen. When I got in there I saw Aunt Jane eating some leftover pizza. Oh, by the way, she's been staying with us ever since Tarin left. "Hey Aunt Jane, gross pizza?" I gagged.
"This is coming from the boy who eats tofu for a snack," She mocked.
"Pizza is gross, tofu is delicious!" I explained as I dug into my dinner.
"Okay, whatever you say skipper," She laughed as she ate the last bite of her dinner.
I enjoyed every bite of my meal then went upstairs to do my homework. Oddly I loved studying and thus I was dubbed the hottest nerd in school. Cool right?
I opened my history book and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil, starting my book report on the Vikings.
Vikings were: pillagers, they grew ugly beards, they had a thing for hammers, magic, and they were allowed to drink alcoholic beverages at any age. Dude, I think I was shipped to the wrong time line! I'm fourteen, do you know how long I have to wait until I can even get a swig of wine? I can't even grow a beard! So here I am stuck being a beardless, sober, Viking in the wrong timeline.
"Knock? Knock?" My mom's sweet voice softly breathed through the door.
"Yes ma'am?" I answered.
"There's a desert out here for a hard working fourteen year old!" She hummed.
"Cool! Bring it in!" I laughed.
Mom opened the door a passed me some cake and ice cream. I gobbled it down and cherished every bite.
"You like it?" She asked.
"It's great!" I said with a mouth full of cake.
"Good, I want you in bed by nine thirty, ok?"
"Ten and it's a deal." I bargained.
"Okay, fine ten," She nodded and walked out.
I walked over to my radio and flipped on some of my favorite tunes and started jamming. Linkin Park is the best, you know? My favorite is 'Numb'.
So it's just me jamming to my favorite tunes, but of course I use to have someone to jam with me, Tarin. We would dance all night if we could. But now she's gone and thinking about it makes me depressed. I sat down and sighed, looking down and thinking about what I could have done to stop that monster from taking her. I turned my radio off, got a shower and crawled in bed feeling gloomy. Now I felt like a lonely, beardless, sober Viking stuck in the wrong timeline, and with that thought I fell asleep.
Yang: So what do you guys think? Pretty good huh? R&R please :)
