The call is like a bucket of ice water. Belle. In the hospital. Something’s wrong with the baby.

He thinks it’s a welcomed situation that the Sheriff is already at the hospital because with no doubt she’d have him arrested by now for breaking countless laws. Red traffic lights, not maintaining speed and so on.

When he arrives and is led to Belle’s room the woman in question is already sitting in her bed, no doubt waiting for him. He is by her side in an instant.

“Dearie, are you alright?” he asks, nearly stumbling over the words.

She looks at him and by god the woman has the nerve to smile at him. “I’m fine. The Doctor said it was just too much stress and after a bit of bed rest I’ll…we’ll be alright again,” she says and grabs his hand.

“What were you up to again, huh? I told you to stay put, but no, you have to do the opposite again, am I right?”

He’s angry by now and Belle sees every flicker of emotion on his face. Worry. Anger. Sadness. And she understands. He already lost her once and he’s not prepared to lose her again. Ever.

So she cradles his face in her hands, kisses him softly and says, “I will never leave you, do you hear me? I will stay with you, forever.” She kisses him again and lets go of his face.

“I made a promise after all,” she adds with a wink.

Gold steps back, worry still lining his features and says, “You will be the death of me, dearie.”

With a pout she responds, “Yeah and you still love me.”

Three months ago she saw him standing in the hospital with Emma, knowing instantly that she has seen this man before. She still remembers his shocked face when he saw her the first time and her suspicions have been confirmed.

When she decided to live with him (as crazy as it sounded), Emma was not enthralled. But a call in of a favor later she finally found a home.

His house is huge and has so many rooms that she lost count. And it is pink. Although he always denies that. He calls it ‘roseate’. She teases him and says it’s a ‘big pink mansion’.

She grew frustrated when even after some time no memories returned. This changed after an encounter with a certain chipped cup. But it wasn’t her time in Storybrooke she remembered.

Her name was not Claire – she’s Belle. And the man she’s been living with the past few weeks is not called Mr. Gold – he’s Rumplestiltskin… her Rumplestiltskin.

Imagine his shock when he came home that day to find her running towards him and hugging him for all she was worth. One look in her eyes and he knew she remembered…and he was happier than she’s ever seen him before.

She’s taken to spend most of her time with him; 30 years apart are enough she thinks. When a run-in with a heavy trinket in his shop two days ago left her with a nasty bruise and he had to take her to the hospital, he was nearly out of his mind with worry.

And now, even though he told her not to (“Stay at home. And please don’t hurt that pretty head of yours again.”) she is back at the shop, dusting.

“I don’t understand why you couldn’t wait at home,” he says.

With a smile on her lips she replies, ”Come on, you’re happy that I’m here.”

He catches on pretty quickly and with a smile of his own retorts, “I’m not unhappy.”

She doesn’t know why she’s still in this hell hole of a hospital after being released from the psychiatric ward about 2 hours ago. Faintly she still remembers a kind doctor – Hopper, his name was, her mind tells her – telling her that she is definitely not insane and sees no reason to have her closed up another second.

After refusing to stay with her father Dr. Hopper told her that he will call the Sheriff and Emma Swan will be the one to figure out what to do with her…or better, where to let her stay.

As she rounds the corner to wait outside – for a woman with a leather jacket and blonde curly hair – she suddenly stops short and hides behind a wall. There are two people standing in the middle of the main hall, one being the woman that fits the characterization.

But it’s the other one who caught her attention. It’s a man, dressed in a custom-tailored suit with a cane in the one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

And even though she knows not one person in this hospital (or even this town) she is sure of one thing: she knows him.

26 days, 4 hours and 32 seconds. That’s how long she’s back. Regina and her lies be damned. Come to think of it, he was a fool to believe her in the first place.

Even after 26 days he notices some changes in her. Some were obvious like the shorter blonde hair and some just snuck up on him. Do the brave thing and bravery will follow.

She’s not so brave anymore. She detests her father (not that he minds). She doesn’t remember.

And while he has no idea why he suspected (hoped) otherwise, it still hurts.

She has the same cerulean eyes that still manage to capture his attention. She’s clumsy (nothing new). Her smile still lights up his world.

She doesn’t remember.

26 days, 4 hours and 32 seconds 33…34…35…

When Loki arrived on Midgard his task seemed easy: Come, see, conquer.

As it turned out that wasn’t so easy. He had nothing with him except the clothes on his body and his magic didn’t seem to work properly, too.

That was a bit of a letdown. It wouldn’t keep him from his intentions though. He just needed a bit of time and those tiny mortals would bow to their new king.

In the meantime there were some other urgent matters to handle. Like meeting Jane Foster.

Well, maybe when we’re finished here, I’ll pay here a visit myself.

The statement had certainly angered his brother, so there must be something special about this woman.

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And I blame you Susan for doing so

She feels him before she hears him speak. Jane knows who he is, Thor made sure of that, but seeing him in front of her sends shivers down her spine.

When he speaks it sounds like music to her ears and she can’t help but feel attracted to him.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Foster.”

She’d never seen him so angry before. At least not in front of her.  But right now he was scaring her. What Stefan did was horrible and even though she once considered him one of her best friends, he was only a stranger to her now. Not only had he taken Klaus’ family from him, it seemed like he destroyed their relationship, too.  Elena loved Klaus with all her heart but in the last week he had taken a turn for the worst.

And it was definitely the first time he attacked her on purpose.

“Please Klaus, stop this…this madness,” Elena cried.

Her statement only seemed to worsen his mood as he turned around to face her and yelled, “You have no idea what he’s done to me. He took everything!”

“YOU HAD ME,” she screamed and was suddenly met with silence.

somebody made you cold - thor/jane au (x)

Just walk away 
Make it easy on yourself 

Just walk away 
There’s just nothing left to feel 

It was the first time she saw him in months but there was coldness in his face that she hadn’t seen before. He was like a different person and certainly not the man she fell for in the blink of an eye.

She eyed him from head to toe and from the differences she noticed she figured it must’ve been a longer time for him than for her. She didn’t want to make assumptions but half a year won’t do. 

So instead of a heartwarming hug or a kiss all she got is a cold stare and a body in fighting position. A quick glance to his right hand showed her that Mjolnir is already in his vice-like grip, ready to strike if necessary.

“What happened to you?”

He looked at her, his blue eyes seemingly looking right through her and said, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

Even though her tears threatened to spill, she looked him right in the eyes, head up high and said, “Somebody made you cold.”

After that she turned to walk away from him. A last glimpse over her shoulder showed her that he made no move to follow her. The tears fell down her face now and her pace quickened.

And she was sure he’d never follow her again.

Just walk away 
Make it easy on us both 
Just walk away 
There was never any hope 
Just walk away 
You already know the deal 
Just walk away 
Pretend that none of this 
No, none of this was real

time stands still - thor&jane au

It was one of those moments that don’t seem real. He knew it sounded cliché but it was like time has stopped and he wanted to capture every movement of her body, how her fingernails dug into his back or the way her clouded eyes looked at him. There was a thin layer of sweat on her body and her hair was tousled. She never looked more beautiful to him.

Jane noticed the intense look on his face, the awe in his eyes clearly visible. She smiled slowly and whispered, “I love you.”

His entire presence lit up as he leaned forward and softly kissed her.

“I love you,too.”

Sometimes he couldn’t believe how much his life changed in just one year. But he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.