For a thousand years

KlausCrying

 The scent of a new-born

His arms strap around

A farewell so afflictive

Tears don’t fight at the brim,

A proud father

After so many years

He’d lost count

Drinking away in misery,

His progeny changed everything

The second he laid his eyes

On the wailing infant,

Screeching for comfort

Finally, he had a reason

To exist

To care,

Protectively, he gripped her

With unknown tenderness

An instinct to lay out his life

For his blood.

KlausBaby

Tales of Asgard – (Fan Fiction)

Loki stared into space and wondered what triggered the murder of Frigga. It was not like any other day where he would sit in his golden chambers, sipping wine from bejewel goblets. He was wedged in a glass prison and just withstood the pain of the news that started to sink into his ears. But his heart rebelled, she cannot be dead, not the woman who clutched that scared dark-haired boy of seven years to her bosom.
Odin may not be his father but Frigga was every bit a mother to Loki as much as she was to Thor, and he was torn and shattered. But he never showed it. She was unbiased and loved him dearly, only person to do so in the whole of Asgard, or so he thought. What was he going to do about it?

Thor would never comprehend his love for Frigga. He would scoff it away as one of his schemes. It won’t always be a scheme, brother. I did love her as a mother and I still do, he thought. He was sentimental about her death and almost admitted to himself that he was having a psychotic break-down. This was not the typical bout of insanity that the Odin House has endured all these years, it was the death of Odin’s wife, Thor’s and Loki’s mother – Frigga. He never even dreamed about this even in the wildest of times or his conniving aspirations, never encircled the death of a woman whom he admittedly been in awe of his entire existence.
“Are you mourning?” A voice boomed through the thickest glass in all of the seven realms.

“What difference does it make, brother? At the end of the day, Frigga was your mother.” Loki drawled lazily.

“Brother, I cannot believe that you would whine about the insignificance of relationships forged by blood. She was and always will be a mother to the both of us!” Thor’s fingers clenched under his black shroud.

“Now what good would a bucket of emotions do to an immortal like me, brother? It would weaken and drag me into a pit of poignant turmoil and nothing more.” He jeered.

Thor stood in front of him, not knowing what to say to him, all the while he has been making numerous excuses to see his little brother, cast into the protection of a glass cell, all because of his chaotic ambitions. How it killed him, to see his brother shatter internally, he knew him all too well.

“Impressive cage, I must tell you. I think it lacks that sound-proof ability that I desire so much right now.” Loki spat and slid on the glass, tumbling to the floor. The nails of his fingers dug into his palm, drawing his precious immortal blood, which dripped intentionally. He closed his eyes and listened to his breathing pattern.

Thor placed a hand on the glass barricade and thought, You are not alone, brother.

Dimitri Belikov (Russian Dhampir) – Obsession Poetry V


How can you be so charming while fuming with rage
I guess your hotness is not kissed by age,

So tall and towering here you stand
Right into my wildest dreams is where you land,

When the wind blows your hair on your face
I swear I lost track of my pace,

Big brown eyes staring back from the sockets
Could send my heart roaring like rockets,

Words are helpless while describing your lips
Plunge it into chocolate and take a few dips,

The temperature seems fine when you’re not around
But you show up and fire surrounds,

Russian never sounded so sweet
Because you tend to turn up the heat,

Dimka, with you I would love to stay
Neglect this cruel world and go somewhere far far away.




Remy LaBeau A.K.A Gambit ( Mutant) – Obsession Poetry IV

King of hearts might be a card

But he knows how to play it hard,

 

A hot thief who seized my heart

Who now hesitates to depart?

 

When the word Cheri fills my ear

I realize that I need not fear,

 

Huddle me up in that trench coat

And in pure bliss I will float,

 

That dazzling smile under the starlight

Undeniably adds to my delight,

 

How can you be so roguish?

Not to mention utterly stylish!


 

Set Me Free.

She stands up there
So bright and fair
Her hair swaying in the wind,


Help me , she yells
Waiting for the sound of bells
But everything remains still, 


He left her there
And took her pretty mare
For he fell for someone else, 


And off he rode
With his mighty sword
Leaving her to shed bloody tears, 


A highlander heard her cries
And saw through a monster’s foul lies
Took her under his wing, 


She smiled a musical smile
As he released her from exile
For love has found its will!