This is just going to be a series of moments set before, during, or after my Avengers fic 'Choice', and is going to deal with characters such as the ones below, the rest of the Avengers, Amora, Odin, Frigga, Sif, and maybe Darcy. Small little one-shots about small moments in everyone's lives.
Enjoy!
Sigyn looked at Loki like he was the last single star in the whole universe, like he was the sun in an endless vision of darkness, burning brighter than deemed possible against the midnight sky, twinkling up so very far with a brilliant shine. Where he moved, her eyes followed, and where he touched, her fingertips grazed over that same spot with barely concealed adoration.
And for a while, Sigyn thought that she was the only one aware of how longingly she gazed at the young god.
Loki watched Sigyn out of the corner of his eye, always glancing at her with a smile pulling at his lips. Her graceful demeanor seemed to fall right off when he was near, and it definitely didn't go unnoticed. He would have found it all quite entertaining, had it not been for the lively thrumming of his heart against his ribs, or the heated rush of his blood as it quickened its slushing through his veins, or the erratic hitch of his breathing when she smiled at him.
That, coupled with the growing urge to kiss her that washed over his entire body, made the whole ordeal near torture. She'd flip her hair, the silvery strands sometimes falling against his face if she was that close to him, and then she'd laugh, the melodious tinkling putting him at ease.
Loki, for all of his wisdom and caution, had fallen utterly and completely head over heels for the half breed goddess with eyes brighter than the moon.
And he didn't see a single thing wrong with the thought, either.
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Thor loved Jane, and Jane loved Thor, and there wasn't really anything in between.
Jane laughed when Thor accidentally took a picture of himself instead of her, and Thor smiled brightly at her all the while.
That picture was definitely a keeper.
He gave her a wanton smile during thunderstorms, and she returned the gesture with a blush on her cheeks, always reminded of how nothing, not in this world or the next, could harm her, not when Thor was around.
He stopped smashing cups, and finally tried Nutella, and frowned, to the brink of tears, when he'd eaten all of it. Jane kept a constant supply of PopTarts, and never let him drink alcohol, because where there was a drunk Thor there was usually a drunk Loki, and that was never fun.
She animatedly told him of bridges and portals and mystifying things he'd already known about, but he let her keep talking, because her dark eyes lit up with an inner beauty that could rival Asgard's golden light when she did.
And when they kissed, Jane felt like the only woman in the world-no, the only anything in the world-and the safety and security of Thor's warm arms was her one and only lullaby.
Because Thor loved Jane and Jane loved Thor, and there wasn't really anything in between.
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