"He's not my father!" Loki shouted as he turned away from the wall of his cell to face Frigga.

"And am I not your mother?" the Queen of Asgard asked quietly, undisturbed.

It took Loki a long moment to answer. Gathering the will to answer how he wanted, rather than what his heart felt. "No, you are not." It came out softer than he'd intended, less ( Read more... )

Leave? What in the blue hell was leave? Jax hadn't taken leave in too many years to count. Between security details, hostage negotiations, tracking criminals, and in general military work and paperwork, there just wasn't time. Although, if Jax was honest, he just didn't like to be idle. Idle time meant time to think and reflect. When you'd ( Read more... )

He took the weekend to sort through everything in his head. Weird-ass place filled with fae and humans and other. Kenzi, and it sounded like Dyson and Bo, too, were from his past which kind of made him feel like Marty McFly only as a siren and with way more swag. When Monday came around, Hale decided it was time he looked for his friend and former ( Read more... )

The odd weekend's events were challenging, but Declan was starting to feel frustrated in this place. Too little to do, too out of control when things did happen ( Read more... )

Born with an inexplicable gene for danger and adventure, Steve needed something to do in this town. He missed working, and he missed the rush of it. Doing the same, trite thing every day was really getting to him and he was becoming more and more antsy by the minute. He remembered that Danny told him to go find a John McClane and inquire about a ( Read more... )

Danny was going slightly insane in the village. He was convinced of it. He thought being stuck on Oahu was bad, but the village was worse. At least on Oahu there were places to go that offered a change in scenery. Here, there was just the village. Even though he knew Grace wasn't here now, it didn't stop him from looking for her everywhere he went ( Read more... )

Dru was headed for a place she had never stepped foot in before, but she had a mission to accomplish and the thought of stirring up trouble was too delightful to miss. She was dressed in a blue Victorian-styled dress with her hair left straight and long around her face. Her dark make up was gone to be replaced with a simple, softer look ( Read more... )

Mail Jeevas. Matt. 19. Plenty of fake IDs. Smoked cigarettes since he was just a kid. At least a two year history of working with a section of the Los Angeles Mafia. An interest in all things that go boom ( Read more... )

The problem, if you asked Matt, about working for the police (aside from the sludge they called coffee) was that you often found yourself surrounded by cops. Sitting at his desk as he was at the moment, he was experiencing this phenomena ( Read more... )

So, Deb woke up with a motherfucker of a hangover. Her head felt like a big balloon filled with cement that was mixed with tequila. Fuck. Gabriel must've gotten her back to her room because she sure as shit didn't remember getting there ( Read more... )