Stone-Cold Hearts

by The Seventh Avenger

Natasha Romanoff was trained to feel no pain. But when she becomes pregnant with her worst enemy's son, she unveils a whole new world unbeknownst to her, one where anguish lies in every step and hurt is a common term. To feel her way through her twisted world of love, she must open her stone-cold heart to a man with a heart every bit as frozen as hers.

1. The Beginning of the End

Hello everyone!

So you may (or may not) know me as the author of Avengers Slumber Party, which was categorized as comedy. This is not. This is the COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I'VE WRITTEN BEFORE!

Basically, this came into my head today when I came up with a certain quote and then built the whole story around it.

Pairing: BlackFrost

She should never have done it.

Never have locked eyes with him.

Never have looked upon him at all.

And never have had a little too much to drink late at night with him.

She knew – she'd thought she'd known – it was impossible for her cold heart to love. She'd learned that the hard way. Even when Clint, poor, loving Clint had tried to reach her, to love her, she'd pushed him away. Sealed off the empty caverns of her heart to listen to their stony echoes.

Until now.

There was a strange fluttering in her chest, one she did not recognize but could not ignore. The blossoms of love.

But what did it matter?

She was an assassin. A Black Widow. And as such, she was supposedly destined to kill her mate. Perhaps that was why she had frozen her heart, packaged it tightly away in the hollow space of her chest to rest. She was afraid of the outcome of love.

Then he came along, with his icy gaze and stone-hard eyes, distant yet intriguing. The way they gleamed with a wicked light immobilized her, and she found a twisted beauty in the depths of his malicious ways, for he had a stone-cold heart to match her own.

She gripped her head in her hands, breathing shallowly. This was too much. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take it. Why had she hurt herself in this way? Forced herself to bear a pain and responsibility unlike any she had ever borne before?

A hand dropped to her stomach. Flat. But who knew how long the child would take to grow. The baby was the child of an immortal human woman and a god. There was no such precedent.

Natasha breathed in, out. In, out. And again, in, out, as tears began rolling down her face.

She should never have fallen for the god of mischief and lies.

She should never have met Loki Laufeyson.

But now she was forced to bear his burden.

GASP!

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