#i only got her two hrs ago and shes already asleep on my chest purring her heart out

[madame-mongoose]

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[imagine-loki]

The Black Bunny

TITLE: The Black Bunny

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Part One AUTHOR: goddessofmischief ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine if Loki accidentally turned himself into a bunny through some sort of magical mishap, and, not being able to properly care for himself, he kind of awkwardly nibbles on things and writes out what happened with the shreddings. 

RATING: T

NOTES: I could not resist writing this short, yet sweet, story, as I thought the idea of Bunny Loki was downright adorable. Full of fluff, and very silly (compared to the more serious fics I write). Also, it’s just in time for Easter! haha ♥︎ It is loosely based off of the imagine above and there will be two parts, hope you enjoy!

Part One

It was a Monday, and I was running late… again. I hurried to the subway, but I had then discovered that I left my metro card at home and by the time I bought another card, the train that I usually took to get me to work on time was long gone. Today was already not my day.

I lived in a tiny apartment all the way downtown, near Battery Park, and it took me awhile to get to my office in Midtown: my office being the one directly besides the infamous Stark Tower - and yes, my words are dripping with sarcasm. 

Ever since the huge attack on New York, which occurred over a year ago, I was not the biggest fan of the Avengers, despite how they actually saved the city from being blown up, and also prevented a psychotic man from reigning over the entire world. It was only my luck that the company in which I worked for was situated right next to a building that would only attract further trouble and mayhem.

I exited the subway at 42nd street and hastily made my way to my office, passing by Bryant Park and impassively regarding the way in which it began to rain. I let out a sigh as I opened up my umbrella, as it was truly turning out to be a terrible day already. But then, I heard something. My ears perked up at a peculiar noise that I could hear above the footsteps and low murmurs of the morning rush hour crowd. I stopped and looked in the direction of the shrubs that surrounded the park, a large man bumping into me as I did so and calling me out on it: “Must you stop in the middle of the sidewalk, little girl?!” On other days, I would have turned around and not let him get away with ridiculing me, especially in regards to my size, for I had enough of that at work. But my attention was already fixated on the soft whimpers that were emitting from a nearby rose bush that could only be accessed from within the park. I changed my route completely and headed to the nearest stairs that entered into the park, and retraced the distance I had gone to find the approximate bush where I had heard the heart wrenching noises of an animal that was either all alone and frightened in the big city, or injured.

I clicked my tongue lightly and kneeled onto the ground. “Won’t you come out?” I then reached into my bag and took out a container of spinach and other greens, as well as carrots, that I intended to have for lunch. I looked over my shoulder and saw that I caught the attention of various passerby’s, who wore bewildered expressions on their faces. I doubted that they never before witnessed a young girl, kneeling on the muddy ground, talking and holding out a piece of spinach to nobody in particular, on their daily morning commute. But then again, it was New York, and perhaps it had happened before.

But as I was looking away, a small black bunny had come out of the rosebush and hopped over, greedily eating the spinach out of my hands. It wasn’t until I heard the soft sounds of the animal chewing that I turned back around. “Oh, hello there, little fella.” I said with a smile. The black bunny’s bright green eyes blinked and he tilted his head slightly, observing me closely. “Would you like some more? I have carrots too.” To this statement, the bunny nodded. I thought this was rather strange, for it seemed like the bunny had fully understood my words. Instead, I pondered over whether it was a wild rabbit, but this was highly unlikely for Bryant Park. Central Park, on the other hand, was a more plausible source of small, wild animals. It must have gotten away from it’s previous owner and was now all alone in a big city. Poor thing. I fed it more spinach, and some carrots, as it hopped closer to me and sat under my umbrella. Then, unexpectedly, it hopped up into my lap and settled comfortably on top of it. “Oh, b-but you see… I must be going. I have to go to work. I’m already late.” I said. It gazed up at me with a saddened expression that tugged at my heart. Why did I have to be such an animal lover? I sighed and patted the bunny’s head affectionately. “I guess I can call out sick… again.” It then purred in response to my words, and I again had the strange sensation that it fully comprehended what I was saying.

I pulled out my phone and dialed my office, only to be met with a panicky HR woman on the other side of the receiver. I told her that I wouldn’t be able to make it in, but she immediately said that I was the only smart one for not doing so. She urged me to stay home. “Why? I asked, perplexed at her urgency. “They have just announced that the entire city is on lockdown.” She said briskly, hanging up before I could question her more. Strangely enough, right after she said this, deafening alarms began to sound throughout the streets and everyone was now running throughout them, trying to get away from the impending danger - whatever that might be. I picked up the bunny in my arms and hurried back to the subway station, which, to my good fortune, was still running. I just hoped that it wouldn’t break down midway towards my journey back to the southern tip of the city. I was able to catch an express train to South Ferry Station.�� I wrapped the bunny underneath my wool coat and held it close to my chest as the subway continued its journey downtown. With a sigh of relief, I got out of the station and hastened to my apartment. Once inside, I set the black bunny down onto the floor and ran to my TV to put on the news. I immediately sat down as a sense of dread overwhelmed me. On the screen was a large picture of a man, smiling wickedly, with silky, raven black hair, a golden horned helmet and otherworldly armor. In his hand was a large glowing scepter. It must have been one of the pictures that had been taken of him in the midst of the battle that he had ensued on New York over a year ago, for a few members of his alien army could be seen behind him, and the entire street was destroyed and filled with rubble. Below his picture read: Loki Laufeyson has escaped from Stark Tower. New York City is now on a citywide lockdown.

I felt something nudging my feet, and I looked down at the curious black bunny. “Well it looks like we may be stuck in this apartment for quite some time, little fella. It’s a good thing I went grocery shopping yesterday - and that I especially stocked up on lettuce, fruits and vegetables for you.” I giggled, even though I was still frightened by the thought of having that madman on the loose again. “I hope we will both be safe.” I whispered as I picked the bunny up and placed it back onto my lap. I had thought that bunnies didn’t like to be touched, but this one didn’t seem to mind. “I should name you! But I am not entirely sure of your gender. You seem to be a male…” I scratched behind its large ears as it studied me, and then I noticed that it was faintly nodding again. “Wait, do you understand me?” It, he, nodded again. I gasped. “Oh my goodness. Well, I guess your previous owner somehow trained you to understand the human language.” After I said this however, I furrowed my brows and bit my lip at how bizarre this actually seemed, but I soon thought nothing more of it. “But back to your name. I think I shall name you… Cornelius. A scholarly name for an intelligent little bunny. What do you think?” The bunny nodded with approval and then jumped playfully into my arms. I chuckled as I cradled him and rubbed his stomach. “I’ve never had a pet before, but I promise I’ll take good care of you. My name is Emma, by the way.” I confided my name to him, solely because of how clever he appeared to be, and that I was glad to have a pet around.

It had continued to rain for the rest of the day, and I was extremely grateful that one of my neighbors down the hall, who owned many different pets, kindly lent me a litter box and hay. She had also given me some advice in regards to caring for rabbits.

“You see, Cornelius, I don’t really have the best of luck with making friends.” I admitted to my new pet while I tucked myself under my floral duvet. I had taken it upon myself to unfold to the bunny all of my troubles, especially those in regards to work. Cornelius seemed attentive, which only served to encourage me to divulge more things about myself. “People find me rather, uh, peculiar. But, I guess I am.” I let out a drowsy laugh. It was already dark outside and I was quite exhausted, so I shut off the lights and said goodnight to the bunny. I wished for nothing more than to fall asleep to the gentle raindrops hitting my windows, but I found that I was restless since the sirens would occasionally come back on in full force. “Ughhh.” I groaned, without opening my eyes. “Curse the Avengers for disrupting my sleep!” I then realized that there was a weight on my neck and chest, that had not been there when I had initially dozed off. I opened my eyes and met the green eyes of Cornelius, which seemed to be the brightest entity of the dimly lit room. He wiggled his nose at me adorably. “Oh, hey, Cornelius.” The bunny answered me with humming noise and began to nibble my neck. I giggled wildly, as this, and his whiskers, delicately tickled my neck. I cuddled him more closely and rubbed his ears. “If only these sirens would stop.” I murmured, as I closed my eyes and desperately tried to drift off to sleep again. “Do you know your ears feel like velvet, little fella?” I whispered, practically asleep.

❧

When I awoke the next morning, I turned on the television in my room and found that the city was still on lockdown. They showed video footage of the Avengers searching through deserted, yet undisturbed, streets. It seemed that no battles had erupted overnight, which made me relieved. So instead, I became concerned about another matter: Cornelius was no longer on my bed, nor in my bedroom. “Cornelius, where have you gone?” I called out, not leaving my bed just yet. Then, rather unexpectedly, the black bunny jumped up into my bed and began hopping wildly about. “You seem quite happy this morning, little fella. What exactly have you been up to?” He came closer and settled down in front of me. He seemed eager about something, and looked in the direction of the door. “I hope you haven’t made a mess out there.” The bunny replied by wiggling its nose before jumping back off my bed and hurrying outside. I followed the small animal uneasily, for I was unsure of what type of trouble I would find. What I did find caused me to gasp loudly. Scattered about my kitchen floor was all bits of yesterday’s Times, which had been carefully laid out to read: “MORNING, EM” “What in the world…?” I whispered in awe, before turning to the bunny who sat besides his creation rather proudly. I raised a brow quizzically. “Who exactly was your past owner?”

After breakfast, and after I assembled the shreds of paper into a small pile so Cornelius would be able to reuse them, I became incredibly bored. Cornelius sat on my lap as we watched the news, only to hear the same story over and over again: Loki Laufeyson was still on the loose and that it was still unsafe to venture outside. They continuously would either show images of city streets with policemen scattered about, helicopter footage from above the city, or various images of the criminal himself, which made me cringe. “Any suggestions to what we could do, little fella?” I turned to the observant bunny at my side. He nodded before bouncing off into my bedroom. I ran to follow him, but he had disappeared from my sight completely.”Do you want to play hide and seek?” I perceived a low purring from below and found that Cornelius had sprung into a chest, which was filled with small teddy bear outfits that belonged to my older brother’s 4 year old daughter Margaret. I kept them here for when she came to visit me, which was regularly. “Oh, would you like to play dress up then?” Cornelius answered this by digging deeper into the chest and pulling out on costume in particular: a mini sailor uniform. “Guess you’d like to start off with that one, huh?” Cornelius nodded quite vigorously and I chuckled at how this situation was becoming even more bizarre.

I proceeded to dress up Cornelius in different costumes, such as a doctor, policeman, firefighter and even a tuxedo Mickey Mouse costume (which he especially liked). The bunny, however, would not touch the Captain America nor Hulk costume that was mixed into the bin and every time I held them up to try to persuade him, Cornelius would growl at me. I hadn’t even been sure that rabbits could make such sounds of disapproval… “Alright, alright. I guess we both aren’t overly fond of the Avengers.”

He ended up wanting to try on most of the outfits in the bin, and each time he had on a new costume, I would take a picture with my phone. And the weird thing was that Cornelius would seem to pose for me. Given that I had nothing better to do, as I was confined to my apartment, I actually relished in this childish activity. Once we were done, the small bunny insisted on keeping a green ribbon, from one of the costumes, tied into a bow around his neck. I had over thirty pictures of Cornelius now and looked through them while exclaiming how adorable he looked. An appealing idea came to mind, and I laughed out loud over how silly it was for a woman at age twenty-one to even concoct such a thought. “Oh, Cornelius,” I said in between laughing. “I think you’re going to be Insta-famous!”

[ecotone99]

[HR] My Confession

So, I have a confession to make. I’m not…I’m sorry. I’m just glad it’s you and me and no one else. I’m embarrassed actually. It’s kinda hard to say you know? People just look at you and think ‘Oh my god you were in that movie!’ or ‘Hey! How did it feel to win that award?!’. And I usually just smile and proudly say ‘Well ya see, it’s really simple. You gotta want it. More than anything! No matter what it is, if you put forth your best efforts, your dreams will come to fruition!’. But even that line isn’t real. I’m…not real. In fact, I just read that off the back of some self-help book in a Barnes & Noble. I don’t even read. Why was I there anyways? Life…sucks, and I don’t mean that in a ‘oh my actions don’t mean anything and I don’t matter’ kind of way. It’s just that, I feel I want to do more with my life despite my success and achievements but…I always feel bad for…feeling bad. One of my biggest fears before I became big and successful is that, what if nothing changes? What if I feel worse after? Will all my efforts matter? Should I have even bother pursuing the life I wanted? People would say ‘No of course not! Your life is great’ but the thing is is that I know the truth and that’s why I’m here. To tell you that I got lucky, because one night I had a dream I will never forgot. “Dream”, hah! I don’t even know if I would call it that. I went to bed as usual. It was during a time I was still working menial jobs after college. Waiting to get that big break ya know! So, I laid in my bed and went to sleep. I was restless after working the whole day. Afterall, I had a bunch of responsibilities to fulfill. Like why did I have a car and a motorcycle? It’s only me right now but I did this to myself. Sorry, sorry, I’m derailing here. Ok. So, I’m asleep and I start dreaming. I start to hear this sweet voice calling out to me. It was comforting, echoing, but also very sullen. The voice says ‘What do you want?’ to which I said ‘A drink actually!’. ‘Noo.’ she says. ‘What do you want?’. When I heard her say it again my heart started racing. For some reason I knew what she was trying to say. I was nervous. My hands were shaking, lips quivering, I honestly felt like I was going to throw up. I fumbled my words a bit but I yelped out

-I…I want it all! I’m sick of waiting so goddamn long! It’s not fair! I worked my ass off! I deserve it!

-Then…you must absolve. Absolve yourself of your sins and you shall receive what you desire. Three gates await in front of you. Simply go through them all.

What sins was she even talking about? But I didn’t care. I walked through the first gate and the dream started to shift. I was now in a dark room with a lightbulb hanging in the middle of the room. Below it was a wooden table with a cleaver on top. It was hard for me to breathe. The room stunk and the air was thick with whatever that smell was. Then her voice came back.

-Look at your hands. Calloused and rugged as they are, your hands tell a story. They played with friends, held your first love, and even protected you when you needed them…but protect you from what?

-What are you talking about?’.

-You know. You used them to “protect” yourself from the man. You…killed him, and no one saw. His body was never found and he was left to rot while you still walk. His family waits longingly hoping for an answer, unaware of his death!

-You don’t know anything about me!

-Oh, but I do and now, you must absolve your sin to earn your desires.

-What do you mean?

-Cut your hand off. Simple.

I was freaking out. How did she know that? It was at midnight in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t mean to. I mean…he kinda started…but…it was just…a misunderstanding. I couldn’t let anyone know. I had to hide the body. I do regret it but…cut my hand off? Was it even worth it? I mean this is all a dream. So it can’t be real! I tried forcing myself awake, pinching myself, hoping to get out.

-This is all very real. You. Must. Absolve.

-OR WHAT

-Hmmph, or stay here for eternity. You have nothing to lose and you will be rewarded for you efforts. Absolve and move to the next gate

I looked at the cleaver. My hands were shaking.

-Ok, just breathe. Maybe I won’t even feel it

And with that I put my left hand down on the table, grabbed the cleaver, and braced myself. I aimed the cleaver at my wrist.

-Ok one….one…two…three *CHOP*

Dammit…I completely missed and hit the table instead.

-Ok ok ok ok ok come on come on come on come on you can do this you can do this you can do this

I put my hand back on the table. I held the cleaver above my head and

-*CHOP*. AH ****!

I managed to get it a good cut in. Blood spewed all over my face. I could see the white in my wrist. The bone was just right there.

-Alright, one more time. One…two…three! *SNAP*.

Dammit, I’m so close. I managed to only cut just through the bone. I’m feeling exhausted and I’m breathing heavily. I lifted my hand up and now it was dangling. The good part was that it was getting easier. After all, I couldn’t even feel it anymore.

-….One…two…three! *CHOP*

I collapsed onto the ground. I did it. I done what she said. Goodbye hand. I grabbed it and waved it back to myself. The dream then shifted back to the gates. I was now in front of the second gate

-Congratulations. You have absolved yourself of your sin. You may proceed to the next gate.

-Why me. Why do I have to go through this?!

-Because you are a flawed man who must be punished for your sins. You seek and believe you are deserving of such a reward. You must earn it.

-Man…this is so messed up

I walked through the second gate and was met with a huge pond. What caught my eye first was not the gray shrubbery surrounding the pond or even the stillness of the black water. No, what caught my eye was

-Bodies? What the hell?

The pond looked deep but was filled with nothing but corpses. They were naked, motionless, and pale as white. Some were bloated too, their eye peeking out of their sockets and their lips over inflated. All their expressions showed horror and fear with bugs crawling out of their faces. The voice came back

-For this you must baptize yourself and simply go through the pond. You have repented for you sin and you must now be reborn.

-This is really creepy but at least its not gonna be painful

I proceeded to wade myself into the pond, not looking at the bodies around me. Stub in hand, I continued on until to the middle of the pond and waited.

-So….now what?

And with that I felt two hands on my shoulders pull me back. I screamed but was stopped by another hand clutching my mouth shut. I was underwater now and as I looked up all I saw were the bloated corpses, looking at me with their black and yellow eyes. Their expressions changed and was now empty and emotionless. They were pinning me down. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, all I saw were their faces. I felt the grips loosen and I finally lunged out of the water to breathe.

-WAIT…STO..

I was pulled back into the water again. I could hear voices now. What are they saying? One of them stood on my chest as I continue to struggle. As I looked at it, its head fell into the water and said ‘CLEANSE’. I came out of the water again.

-CLEANSE! PURGE! RESTORE!

Their voices howled into my ears.

-WHAT?!

-CLEANSE! PURGE! RESTORE! CLEANSE! PURGE! RESTORE! CLEANSE! PURGE! RESTORE!

They grabbed my neck this time and proceeded to bring me underwater again. This time they were choking me. They were all on top of me. I couldn’t feel the lower half of my body. One of them was gnawing on my stub. God help me please I can still hear them.

-CLE**SE! **RGE! RES****! ***ANSE! PUR**! **STORE!

After what seemed like forever I passed out. When I came to, I was now in front of the third gate. Did that just happen? I looked at my stub and saw the bite marks. The blood had stopped a while ago but now was starting to run again.

-Let...this…end…already.

I was feeling faint from the blood loss as well as exhausted from almost drowning. I looked back at the pond. It was still the same. Black still water, gray shrubbery, but this time the corpses were looking at me still. They were floating but their eyes locked onto mine. They were all…smiling.

-I gotta get out of here.

-Congratulations. You are now cleansed and reborn. You are now one step closer to your goal. Proceed to the third gate.

-You promise? Just one…more right? I can’t do this. It’s too much. What even was that back there?

-Those corpses were once just like you. They had committed atrocities but never atoned for their sins. You take something from life, it takes something from you, just like you have done.

-…And…will I really get what I want.

-Correct. Just proceed to the final gate.

I limped toward the gate and continued on. What I saw in front of me was a woman. She had a homely scent to her and was wearing a white gown with her hair up. She was looking away from me, but as I got closer, I realized

-Mo…mom?

-Hello dear.

-Wha…what’re you doing here?

-I’m here because of you. You’ve been a bad little boy, haven’t you?

She pinched my cheeks playfully.

-You’ve been keeping secret from your dear old mother sweetie?

-No…no.

-Then why?

-Why?

-Why did you kill that man? Why didn’t you tell me about it? Why did you cut him up into pieces? Why sweetie why?

-I…I didn’t mean to. He was hurting me.

Mom was still smiling, lecturing me like she always did.

-So? That doesn’t mean you should murder people! Let alone, lie about it!

-I’m…I’m sorry mom.

-I’m disappointed in you sweetie. You’ve let me down once again.

The voice came back.

-This is the final gate. You have absolved your sin and have been reborn through baptism! But now, you must know what it must feel like to lose a loved one.

-WHAT?!

-That’s right honey it’s only fair! The man you killed? His family is still searching for him. Oh, how it breaks my heart to see them suffer.

-No, I’m sorry. Please, don’t do it. Don’t kill my mother.

-No…I am not going to kill your mother. But you are!

-NO!

-Yes. You must give yourself the same pain that you put the family through, so you can understand their pain. After this, you will be rewarded. Now begin.

I fell to my knees and cried out with tears.

-Mom. I can’t! It’s not worth all that! Please, I don’t wanna do this. I wanna go home. Please, make it stop!

-Oh honey. You’re so pathetic. You’ve always been my little weakling. Always crying and asking for help. Nothing but a useless, insignificant, little boy.

She squatted right in front of me.

-Come on my little disappointment. You can do this ok. Here let me help you! Just grab my neck and twist it like this!

I began to cry. I didn’t wanna do it like this. It was overwhelming. I couldn’t do it. But I had no other option. I didn’t want to end up like those corpses or stay here forever. I got up, tears running down my face and kneeled behind my mom. She grabbed my one hand and wrapped my arm around her neck. I placed my stub on top of her head.

-I can’t do it I can’t do it I can’t do it

-Oh yes you can honey! I believe in you. This is your one chance to do something! Now do it!

She looked up at me and smiled

-Just do it! And get it over with!

-Ok mom…if that’s what you want. I’ll do it

-That’s my boy! NOW DO IT! DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO…

*SNAP*

-I…did it mom.

I twisted her head with a full 90 degrees. She fell in my lap still smiling. I cried onto her face and caressed her hair.

-I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry mom! I’m so sorry!

I cried into her neck but was interrupted by the voice again.

-Congratulations. You have passed all the gates. You will receive your desires once you awaken. You’ve earned it. I will say that I am impressed and not many are able to face the horrors from within. You’ve earned my respect. I talked back through my tears,

-So…does…that mean it’s over.

-Yes. You are now free.

With that my head felt heavy and I passed out again.

That dream felt like an eternity. I don’t know if anyone else really went through the same thing I did. But you know what? I do know this. The murder was real and I still haven’t come clean about it. My mother, still alive and kicking! I remember I called her right after waking up. She was ecstatic to hear from me since it’s been so long since we talked. I probably said ‘I love you’ 100 times in that phone call. As for that reward? Well, life was suddenly easy for me. I was getting gigs left and right and in about a year I became one of the most successful actors ever! But I still question that dream. How did it know? Why did I go through those things? Was any of it real? Did it really grant me my desires or was it just a strange coincidence? I don’t know, but that’s why I still have that emptiness inside. I had a good life but…it just…didn’t feel right. Like I didn’t really deserve it. I figured it was maybe because of the murder and that’s why I’m telling you all this! But even now as I’m telling you, I have this nagging feeling that I’m still not gonna be ok. Maybe…I still have to do it again. Maybe I still need to have that dream again. I don’t know. But I touch my hand where the stub once was and sometimes…I lose the feeling in that hand.

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