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A Heart Of Iron Chapter 30

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Tony

Tony had eventually caved in and gone with Kosto to his camp, keeping his armor on when he entered the cave that the other man was staying in. Months passed, Tony never seeming to get hungry or thirsty. Eventually, he noticed what seemed to be writing on the walls in Old Norse. It was hard to read, but he could make out some words like "revenge", "bridge", and a word that was scratched out that looked something like "Loki Odinson". That had to have been a mistake.

"What does that say?" he asked carefully, pointing at the name.

"The name of the guy who's the reason I'm here," Kosto said flippantly.

"Loki Odinson?" Tony asked warily, and Kosto nodded.

"Yup. We were fighting and I got pushed off of the Bifrost. I'm assuming something similar happened to you?" he said.

"Something like that," Tony said, before realizing something. "You said that Loki's the reason why you're here?"

"Yeah. Why, did he 'forget' to mention me?" Kosto said, putting air quotes around "forget" and rolling his eyes.

"Why would he have mentioned you?" Tony asked, starting to rethink everything he thought he knew about Loki.

"Oh, I dunno, maybe because we were supposed to get married," Kosto said sarcastically, and Tony was instantly taken aback.

"Wait, what?" Tony said, completely shocked. Loki hadn't even hinted at an ex, and now here he was finding out that not only did Loki have an ex, but he was an ex fiance that Loki probably thought was dead.

"Yeah. He cared way more about becoming king of Asgard than he ever did about being with me, and when Odin gave him an ultimatum, marry me or become king, well, I think we both know what he chose," Kosto said bitterly, and Tony took a step back.

"That can't be true. I mean, the Loki I know wouldn't do that," he shook his head.

"Would he? I mean, this is Loki we're talking about. 'God of mischief, king of lies', or so he used to call himself. Can you really trust him?" Kosto said, and Tony thought about it. It was true that Loki was supposed to be the ultimate liar and, while Tony thought that Loki was trustworthy, that could all be an elaborate ruse.

The pendant started glowing a bit brighter and Tony had the sudden realization that no. Loki couldn't be that bad. Tony knew him, and, honestly, he was being a bad whatever-they-were by believing this complete stranger over the person that he had grown to love and knew better than anyone else. The light dimmed again, and Tony could've sworn he saw a glow in Kosto's eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came.

"I mean, his entire title is literally 'Loki Odinson, god of mischief, lies, and trickery'," Kosto continued, seemingly oblivious to what Tony had just been thinking. "Can you really trust someone whose entire personality is lying?"

"It's Laufeyson," Tony muttered, unsure what to believe.

Kosto laughed. "So he told you that one, too. Gods, I can't believe him sometimes. Let me guess, he 'showed you his true form' too."

Tony froze.

"Yeah, that one was always his favorite. He has this illusion that he made that looks like a Jotun, and he used to trick all of the other kids with it. I can't believe he's still using that one. I thought he had grown out of it, to be honest," Kosto said, and, when he noticed Tony's expression, his face seemed to shift into a look of pity. "Hey, it's not your fault. He does this to everyone."

That made Tony's blood go cold. At least before he could have thought that Loki was doing it to impress him in his own way, but now, did this mean that he never even liked Tony in the first place? That Tony had been just a pawn in some scheme or worse, just a toy to play with?

Understanding seemed to fall over Kosto's face. "You thought he loved you. Oh, Tony, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that."

"It's fine. I mean, I don't know. I'll live," Tony said halfheartedly, not even believing it himself.

"Tony, I get it. What you're feeling is completely okay. If you want to let it out, I can-" Kosto said, and Tony shook his head, anger starting to color his features.

"No. Right now, all I need to do is get off this damn wasteland and..." Tony trailed off, not knowing how to put into words what he needed to do to the man who had played with his emotions so carelessly.

"I get it. If you want to get out of here, let's see what we can do with that necklace you have," Kosto said, and Tony handed it to him, the other man almost dropping it when he touched it. "Damn, that's powerful. Do you know what it does?"

"It gives me visions of other universes. I even was able to interact with the last one it showed me," Tony said, and a smile started to spread over Kosto's face, something that should've made Tony want to run and hide, but instead filled him with a sense of reassurance. Kosto could get them off of the planet, and then he would finally have his revenge.

"I can definitely work with that," Kosto grinned.

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The Rush | Taeyong

Summary: Ruthless criminal Lee Taeyong has had his eye on you for quite a while now. After playing cat and mouse games around Neo City, what happens when he finally captures you?

Pairing: Lee Taeyong (Villian!) x reader (Hero!)

Genre: DarkFic, Demon/Psychopath AU, 2-part series

Warnings: mentions of blood/gore, guns, knives, violence, yandere tendencies, demonology, obsession, smut/bdsm (incoming chapters), handcuffs, consensual sex

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Crazed, polychromatic eyes glowed in the shadows from afar.

He knew what he was doing.

And he knew his actions would seek you out.

You stumbled to the ground, knees aching from the unexpected shove you had sustained to the waist. Instantly, you fell into a frenzy of emotions, blurred vision following suit.

It's only been a few minutes since you arrived, and everything was already at complete disarray.

Grey clouds contorted around the dark and gloomy sky as people scrambled in random directions, senses desperately fluttering into fight or flight mode. Grabbing your aching head, you took a deep breath to calm yourself while simultaneously muffling out the overwhelming chaos from your surroundings. After a moment of simple white noise, you looked up, the sudden echo of screams and shouts yanking you away from your brief serene state.

Buildings trembled feverishly as explosions resonated down the main district of Neo City. Bloody, splayed corpses rested on the cold concrete ground, displaying the work of an evil-doer.

With realization finally sinking in, you stood up, separating yourself from the frightened bodies. Determination quickly replaced your confusion, leaving you set on holding whoever created this disaster, accountable. Stumbling about, you silently thanked your lucky stars as you had happened to be appropriately dressed for the unexpected occurrence. However, even with that in mind, you couldn't say you were happy with the ongoing destruction around you. Being a heroine, you expected the city to be at peace for at least a day, but it seemed that would never be possible. Especially when a specific someone had broken out of Neo City's most isolated asylum.

Running a plan over in your head, you backed away, startled by the abrupt shadow which had secluded your vision and disappeared just as quickly as it came. Bringing a white, gloved hand to your face, you shielded your eyes away from the burning sun to specifically target what was infront of you. Now fully paying mind to the evening sky, you squinted at the city's tallest building, spotting something a little out of the ordinary.

There, you could faintly make out a relaxed figure, one way too relaxed to have blistering explosions happening around them.

It was him.

The only man who could ever infuriate you while simultaneously making your heart painfully skip a beat.

Your breath stuttered for a second before regulating in an instant. It was clear awareness had settled upon you a little too late.

You should've known.

Sweat rolled down your temple as you grew uneasy, failing to make out what he carried from the distance. Based on this fact, you assumed he couldn't see you, -which relieved your worries for a split second-, but, karma proved you wrong, for, he was more than prepared to nonchalantly jump off a four hundred and twenty five building without breaking a single bone.

Rising to his full height, his clear, emerald and amtheyst coat fluttered behind his form, almost as if to give him a god-like appearance. The impact of his landing was enough to make heads turn, forcing terrified civilians to screech even louder than before.

He sauntered down the street as bodies rushed passed him, fear-stricken faces resisting the urge to even take a glance at his gorgeous yet deadly visual. He was psychotic, insane was what he was, and yet,

He was the man who had stolen your heart.

Blonde, chartreuse and violet hairs fluttered over his domino patterned harlequin mask from his smoothly combed up-do, plaguing you with the mystery of his true facade and who he really was. Sharp, chocolate-colored eyes bore into yours innocently, almost as if to hide away the atrocities surrounding you.

Your eyes darted down to the gun holsters around each of his sides, notably spotting poisonous bullets you were all too familiar with. From your peripheral vision, you could see his hand sneakily fall down onto a firearm, further making you feel threatened and powerless.

But none of that could compare to when he sharply proceeded towards you.

Placing a white gloved hand onto your hip, you sleathily pulled your shimmering white sword from your pouch, bringing it forward to demandly aim it his way, only for it fall flat against his strong, gloved, vice-like grip. Nonetheless, you kept a poker face on, yet, even with this, you couldn't help but feel as your blood ran cold in alarm. The criminal clicked his teeth in annoyance, before rolling his neck around, the action being similar to that of a snake coiling it's tail. You grunted in response, already irritated with the first few seconds of your interaction. Your teeth brushing painfully close to each other with every bit of strength you mustered as you clenched them tightly,

“What is this? A game to you?"

"Perhaps", were the first few words he spoke, aiming his hooded gaze down at you. Just the simple sound of his tone sent tremors down your spine, reminding you of the sweet affectionate words he would use excessively to get a reaction out of you, “You can end all of this, princess. And you know how",

You locked yourself into a staring match at his response, insistent on standing your ground. His eyes which had been a beautiful dark brown, turned completely black, engulfed by the demonic possession in him. Just before he could channel his own demonic necromancy, you raised a hand,

"I will never let you win. No matter what."

Your thoughts raced from your head to your mouth, faster than you could even comprehend. For a second, you almost second guessed yourself for providing an answer to his unsolicited question.

Lee Taeyong, as he called himself, narrowed his eyes at you, swallowing thickly. With the tension heightening by the second, you almost could've sworn you saw pitch black energy radiate off his form, “We'll see about that, angel", were the last words he murmured, before bringing you terror like never before.

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You raced down the street, heart pounding from the adrenaline that filled your veins. All of your white energy faded away, overshadowed by the criminal's powerful aura. You knew Lee Taeyong had been mixed into some bad things, but you never thought he was a full-on demon. With that in mind, you weren't too sure of what you would do as he had you exactly where he wanted you.Crouching down against a wall, you found yourself cornered in a pitch black alleyway. Your sword, which ran useless without your abilities, left you powerless. You had nothing to defend yourself aside from the last bits of fate and hope you clung onto.

A dark chuckle chastised you, only growing stronger and louder as it neared your cowering form, “I know where you are, my love. There's no point in hiding."

His shadow stretched across the brick wall adjacent to him, forming what seemed to look like a creature with horns, rather than the human he was reported to be. You stood from the hidden spot, finding the least bit of strength to stand your ground against him, even without abilities to aid. Just as you moved into a fighting stance, his footsteps suddenly ran quiet, leaving behind an ominous silence. Slowly but surely, you turned your head around, only to find the psychopath directly behind you. Your body suddenly pressed against the brick wall you had hidden behind, his own firm chest possessively trapping the rest of your torso from escape. His cold, gloved hands snaked around your waist, holding you steadily and firmly in place, “Found you", he uttered, that mysterious, glowing masked face of his, dangerously close to yours. The onyx of his eyes reflected demonic possession as the rest presented small specks of red, hinting at promiscuous intent,

"Hide and seek was never really a challenge with you, sweetheart", You twitched in surprise, feeling as his soft lips, just gently, but swiftly, pressed against the cold skin between the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His mask slightly grazed your cheek, creating a warming sensation followed by the heavy breathing of his hot breath grazing your throat,

“And it would never be", he whispered ominously. His hands rested gently on your hips, before greedily gripping the skin to pull you even closer. Just before you could close your eyes and give into his desires, you shoved him back, sending seeps of white energy burning into his skin from your touch. He hissed, clutching his shoulder with a strangled grunt. Just as he opened his mouth to retort, you reached out, smacking a hard hand across the brick wall before rounding the corner at an impeccable pace and darting off to your safe spot as quickly as possible.

A/N: Feel free to leave comments (including how trash it might’ve been) ^_^