Alright, so the sequel to Iron Claws, Claws of Gold, is finally coming to FanFiction! You're all going to be about a day delayed in postings, okay? Sorry.

Please do review and let me know what you think!

Prologue

~ Asgard ~

Her tail swished back and forth impatiently while she paced. Andraste Forsythe was angry. No, angry wasn't a good enough word. She was livid. So livid she wanted nothing more than to beat the self-satisfied smirk right off his face with a crowbar. Not that she could've done that, no matter how badly she wanted to. He was, unfortunately, far stronger than she was. And it pissed her off like never before.

"Please, love, stop your pacing. You're beginning to give me a headache," he complained.

She simply started pacing faster and smirked. "Good."

He sighed. "How long are you going to keep this up? Can you not forgive me by now?"

"Nope."

There was a momentary silence between them.

"Do you truly love him so much?"

This made her stop. She turned and looked at the man.

"Yes."

~ Earth ~

The bottle was empty, and now it was mocking him. Silently mocking him for ever having believed that maybe she might have stayed forever this time, that maybe they might have had a decent future together. Life doesn't work that way, and he should have seen this coming. But he hadn't. He hadn't expected this. Now she was gone and he was heartbroken again. Why couldn't the damn woman just stay in one place for fuck's sake?

Because that's not what she's like, the bottle told him again, She's cold and heartless and doesn't care who she hurts or what she does to the people who care.

He scowled at it and slammed it down on the countertop. Why couldn't life be fucking fair to him for once? The bottle was wrong. She was perfect, she was everything to him. She was... why did it have to be was? Why couldn't she be here with him now, stroking his cheek and turning his head to face her, pressing her soft lips to his as he ran his hands through her silky hair... damn it. The alcohol was making him see things again.

JARVIS informed him that his blood-alcohol levels were far above what was healthy and that he ought to head to bed. He snorted under his breath and grabbed another bottle before heading downstairs to his garage. There was no chance he was giving up. Not yet. Not on her.

Alright, so you guys are finally getting the sequel! Please please PLEASE let me know what you think! Updates will be on an irregular schedule after the first chapter.

Any questions, comments, concerns? Drop me a line!

- Emmy