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Sarah felt that something was up. She had arrived in the Labyrinth, and she had yet to find a single goblin. It was quiet and for some reason, it had her scared. So scared she almost skipped setting up her prank. “Jareth!” she shouted as she wandered the castle’s halls. She poked her head in his room and found the glittery git face down on the four post bed. “Jareth,” poke-poke-poke, “Goblin King?” “Kingy under spell,” squeaked a tiny goblin. Sarah blinked. “Spell?” “Sleepy spell. Boss-lady has to give smooches to wake him,” it answered. Sarah glanced at Jareth

Fury had had it up to here. After suffering through the results of Loki’s antics on April Fools, failed attempts of imprisoning the God, and an event that people only referred to as “the confetti blizzard” in hushed tones; the man called Darcy into his office. “Just get him away for the day,” Fury ordered; though as Darcy replayed the demand, it sounded like a plea. Darcy crossed her arms over her chest. “Well excuse me, but hello! I, mortal, can’t keep him, magical god, to stay put unless he wants to. Remember the poofing thing? Can’t stop that.” “Lewis, I do not want to see Loki

Standing there in the cold, she could understand why she was staring down the barrel of a gun. She recruited him, had a hand in building his empire and persona, and in the end, she was the one who shattered his heart by choosing her job over him. The passing of the years wouldn’t lessen his hurt, and her busting the smuggling ring wouldn't help win back his favor. The man standing in front of her wasn’t the man that she had known while undercover. He was harsher, more crazed. His obsession with her was still there, but he was following orders despite his distaste. Given his appearance, one would never guess that such a lethal loo

When Sarah got home from classes, she found the goblins had taken over her apartment. Several wads of tinsel scampered across the floor and it took Sarah a minute to realize that the goblins got into the decorations. No different than some cats, she found a horde of goblins making themselves at home in the Christmas tree while a separate horde raided her kitchen. All forms of messes were in her apartment – from ruined cooking attempts of hot chocolate, burnt cookies, and a demolished fruitcake. On the other hand though, the mass of greenery that exploded in her living room did look pretty. All in the center of the mess, watching over t

Thor felt ridiculous but honored. As per tradition, he was dressed up in the same outfit as the other Avengers who came with to the Children’s Hospital but some way, some how, he had been talked into taking Santa’s place when the man who normally did it called in sick. So instead of being the hero in an elf outfit, he was the jolly old guy who was lacking the fat suit. (Since it did not fit.) “You’re not Santa,” a child commented. He was one of the sickest in the room; the nurses had the cancer patient rolled in on a bed just so he could be a part of the fun. Thor smiled at the child. “Santa asked me if I

Loki blinked and leaned forward. “Let me get this straight. We’re celebrating the first act of illegal immigration in this country by some religious fanatics who later kill those,” he motioned to the book – a children’s Thanksgiving book, “friendly Indians.” “Darcy, what are you feeding Smurf now?” Tony complained. The woman didn’t blink when the billionaire stood over her. “Giving him a well rounded politically correct history lesson,” she responded. “And Loki, don’t insult the natives. We aren’t in India.” Thor stared at his brother with an ex

Tony called it hilarious, Jane called it practical, Thor called it a fun war but it was unofficially known as the War of Black Friday. Normally it was a free for all but this year Black Friday shopping had a goal. Thor had been voted as the Avenger in charge of getting the gifts for a children’s hospital. So with list in hand, everyone prepared for humor. After Thor’s appearance in the line at the store, the group actually got offered the first spot in line. Tony signed autographs too along with Thor and Loki but he came with a camera to capture what would be known as, “The Glorious War of the Black Friday.” Also know

The cellphone chimed for the fifth time in ten minutes and John shoved the device in his desk. It wasn’t the busiest day the clinic had in a while, but it was his first full day back. The chime happened again but shortly afterward there was a knock. The receptionist poked her head in. “Dr. Watson, you have a visitor.” “Tell whomever they’ll have to wait,” he answered. The woman glanced down the hall nervously. “He doesn’t look like the kind of visitor who will wait.” John blinked and got up. He looked in the direction the receptionist was looking in and groaned. “I’ll be ta

     John scanned the room as people filtered in. It was the day of Sherlock’s wedding and people were arriving at the hotel for the dinner.     Molly, the beautiful bride, gave him and Mary a hug. “Now, promise to be good?”     “What makes you think I’ll be anything but?” John asked.     “John,” Mary said warningly.     The man raised his right hand. “I solemnly swear that I won’t embarrass you or Sherlock.”     “Oh no, I encourage it.” Molly leaned in and whispered, “Just go easy on him.”     John smirked and quickly hid it when Sherlock jo