CronicTaco

You cleaned up all the wrapping paper and put all your presents in your room.  Sasha followed you around, occasionally rubbing up against your ankle when you stopped.  The only thing left under the christmas tree were three presents.  One was for your mom from your dad, and one was to your dad from your mom, then there was the one you made for the both of them.  You left the ones from your parents under the tree, but unwrapped the one you made for them.  It was a family photo you all took not too long ago in the autumn, on Thanksgiving to be exact.  You were wearing a princess dress, as usual, and your parents were hugging you in between them

Note: In order for full experience, I would suggest replacing the keys in some sort of Word processor, just so you don't have to mentally replace the words, and have to think about it. Key: BASIC y/n- Your name h/c- Hair color h/l- Hair length, description (wavy, frizzy, shaggy) e/c- Eye color LOKI'S POV You were a spectator, a watcher. It hadn't seemed like long before you saw her, her face covered with outraged fury, it was as frightening as it was beautiful, it was. "Oh come on, y/n, give me another chance!" Her boyfriend yelled, and I smirked, shaking my head, how foolish Midgardians could be. She scoffed, "Go to Hell! I gave