Chapter 15: Too Late
Yes, I made a pun (don’t judge me)
Okay guys finally finished writing the latest chapter and submitted it to my beta, E. Edwin (who is a saint for still agreeing to be my beta after my long hiatus). It’s a huge chapter (8700+ words!) and just a ton of surprises in it. Hopefully, I can post it soon.
And thank you guys. All of you who reviewed, added it to your favorites and alerts, and read it and waited all those months. I really didn’t expect this much support for my first story. I love you guys and i hope that you’ll stick with me till the end.
Yes! Thank you beta, E. Edwin, for the wonderful edits. And so, after three centuries, I am officially back from the dead. Here you go, guys, the first update of the new year.
Chapter 13: The Reunion (excerpt)
The moment she heard the gun being cocked, Natasha instincts immediately took over. Rolling to a booth near the window, she pulled out her own gun that was hidden within her jacket. She fired three consecutive shots at the attacker, and ducked under the sofa before a cluster of bullets passed her. The attacker continued on, though with a much more noticeable margin between each shot, which meant that at least one of her bullets hit its mark. Natasha secretly thanked Clint for his tips at shooting. She didn’t do well with long-range combat that didn’t include stealth.
The bullets suddenly stopped. Natasha hesitated. Either the attacker ran out of bullets or was about to go into a long drawn monologue, as was the standard for most of the villains she has encountered (Loki included).
"Natalia Romanovna, you traitor, come out!"
Natasha stiffened. She knew who that was.
finished writing the next chapter (FINALLY!!!)
It’s off to beta for you, baby.
All right guys, after a very very very very very veeeerrrrryyyy long hiatus, I have returned. So, I should probably provide a little bit of info on the past couple of month.
To keep it short and simple, let’s just say that I severely underestimated school. No, not just school, but senior year itself. Who knew how difficult balancing applications, scholarships, grades and extracurriculars. Anyone who’s been through this knows what I’m talking about; knows how much of a chore it is to keep everything perfect so that universities would even consider you to be a potential student.
So, I’m done. I sent all my apps, my scholarships, my everything. Did. Done. Finished. No more. It’s like a mule has just been lifted off my shoulders. So, this is what freedom feels like?
Anyway, I’m happy to say that I’m going back to writing, again. Now, that life has slowly steadied into some sense of stability, I can sit down and finish that half-written chapter of Compromising Situation in peace.
Stay tuned people, Greenhorn Soldier’s back in the war.
Yup. Thank you Beta for the speedy edits. I can’t be more grateful. Finally, after a month long hiatus, I’m back
So I finished the chapter and now I’m patiently waiting for beta’s edits. In the meantime here’s a sneak preview of what’s to come:
“There’s a suspicious looking individual who can’t seem to take his eyes off us.”
Natasha turned to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Loki stiffened.
“I know.” She whispered low enough so only he could hear. “Just act natural.”
Her hand tightened around his arm and she sighed loudly. He immediately saw what she had in mind. Loki tried to loosen up, truly he did, but the cinnamon smell of her hair overwhelmed him and flooded his senses. Her hair felt soft against his cheek and he was sorely tempted to lean closer and smell it, yet quickly kicked himself for the stupidity of the thought. This was doing nothing to discourage his attraction. Absolutely nothing. He hoped she didn’t hear the rapid beating of his heart.
And yet, despite his stiffness, the position felt strangely comfortable.
Updated at last. Yes, I’m still alive everyone. Only mildly overworked.
Back from writer’s block hell. Updated a new chapter ladies and gents. And on a school night too. REBEL!
Actually, I’m just quietly typing on my laptop while my parents patrol the hallway. Sshhh. don’t tell.
Now for my happy dance.
I know I haven’t updated CS in a while and I apologize for that. With school coming up next week, I have to work overtime and finish all my summer projects that I’ve pushed aside for far too long. I guess my procrastination has finally come back to bite me in the ass.
I however managed to write a bit of fanfic during work and the next chapter is over half way done. In the meantime, here’s a little excerpt that will hopefully ease your blackfrost cravings. Or incite them.
Loki awoke to the sound of the door opening. It opened with a creek; the hallway lights entered the dark caverns of his room, blinding him for a moment. A silhouette stood still, framed by the lights as she approached the bed. He must be going mad for he swore she seemed to walk too…suggestive than deemed appropriate. Long legs—toned yet not overtly muscular—took lithe steps, almost appeared to strut towards him in a sensual manner, like a cat stalking its prey. His eyes trailed her body, the sway of her hips, the flimsy nightgown that revealed generous amounts of skin. Never had Loki seen Natasha like this.
She sat on the bed and pushed him down, causing Loki to wonder how close she had gotten in such a short amount of time. Loki lay, eyes bulging wide as the warrior straddled his hips, her hands still held him firmly down.
“Agent Romanoff, what-”
She hushed him with a finger to his lips. “Do try to cooperate.” She said.Suddenly, she smiled—actually smiled—at him. And it was only then that Loki knew this was wrong. Natasha would never smile, let alone for him. He pushed her away, his hands on her shoulders, yet she would not bulge. His brows furrowed; even as a mortal, Loki doubted he was that weak.
“What’s wrong, godling? Not the fantasy you planned for?” Her voice, hissing like a viper, said sinisterly. Her eyes turned an unnatural shade of blue.
Her face shifted, gruesomely molding itself like clay. Her hair lengthened, turning to a shade of red that seemed to glow like a halo of fire in the dark. Her nightgown shifted, glowed a bright blue before fading back into a new ensemble: a dress, a mixture of green and gold, clearly his colors.
“Well, Loki, do you prefer this then?” She said patronizingly as she leaned in ever so closer, her breath caressing his face. He stiffened as her hands clawed his chest. “Would you like me to tell you what dark fantasies you’ve been hiding…or would you like me to show you instead?”
Loki swallowed. This wasn’t Romanoff, this was the parasite. He struggled, attempting to bring up his foot to kick it, but the beast held firm, trapping his legs between its own. It then pinned his arms above him, clearly stronger than what he assumed any mortal could ever be. Seeing his futile attempts underneath her, the parasite’s lips curved, revealing a pair of canines that are without a doubt not human.
"They say that the darkest aspects of a person is his truest self. Let’s test that theory shall we?"
The fic will be updated soon, I just have to dig myself out of this mess. I’m crossing my fingers that it’s hopefully this week.