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crossoverficTitle: Saving Me from Bad Pick Up Lines
Fandom: Avengers/Supernatural
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rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Loki/Jo, Dean
Word Count: 661
Prompt: Monday
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avengers_land, theechochorus
Rating: PG-13
“I hate Mondays; did you know that, Harvelle? Even though I don’t even have a damn job I still hate them, what’s your position on Mondays, baby?”
I knew it was going to be a bad day, pile on a night shift at the bar and now a frisky guy to top it off, when Dean stormed in and nearly drank us out of beer and whiskey.
(he must have had a spat with Sammy and decided It was about time he had his way with me)
“Is this a new way to try and pick me up, Winchester? If it is, I have to say that is very sad.”
As those wondering hands of his started to go to forbidden places, I had a sharp dagger ready for any uninvited guests, I found myself drowning myself in a drink as well.
(in my head I’m slapping him and saying ‘don’t you ever call me, baby again!’)
“Come on, Joey, doll. You’ve had a crush on me forever, why not get a little something out of it?”
The part of me that thought Dean Winchester was going to be my hunter boyfriend, and turning down others just for that silly dream, had died long ago with the last of my innocence.
(when Sammy had whispered stories about my father in my captured ears)
I was ready with my favorite knife as Dean grew dangerous close to violating my personal space, and to think there was a time when I would have welcomed it (until he broke my heart and thought nothing of it). Before I could threaten his manhood Dean was knocked out with a long and blue glowing stick that was held by a pale man with a smirk that could rival any other.
“What the hell?”
It didn’t take me long to react by pulling my blade on the strangely dressed man, who looked like a freaking comic book villain (which I was spot on about), but I could tell right away it was not a fair fight.
(and later when I saw what that damn stick could do I knew I would have been an easy kill)
“It appeared that this mortal was bothering you, so I shut him rather nicely. Do you wish me to silence him forever, princess?”
He aimed that wolf-like smile at me (wider than any other human or supernatural) hoping I would fall for his tricks like the rest of the humans, but all he got was a sneer.
(it didn’t take him long before he was trying to make me kneel)
“He was, but I could have handled it myself. I’m far from a princess, buddy.”
I kept eye content with him, knowing that it could be taken as a challenge and end with me very much dead, hoping he would see it as bravery.
(something that would soon fade when he started raining down fire on the humans)
“Your looks deceived me, I look and see a princess but instead you’re a warrior, it is a very well developed trick. Now, my fellow trickster, would you be so kind as to serve me up some ale, warrior?”
When he said I looked like a princess, I saw truth his words despite the many tricks he was trying to play on me (as if trying to control my weak human mind) his hands reached out but I was able to dodge them.
(he was slowly turning from a strange creature into one of the many men I tried to avoid during happy hour)
“I can serve you some beer, and hopefully that will be enough for the king.”
When I handed him the beer, hoping that after he finished it he would fly off back to his strange world and leave me be, he made sure to run his fingers over mine.
“If only the rest of the humans were as clever as you, warrior, my job would be finished much faster.”
Fandom: Avengers/Supernatural
Author:
rosie1234Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Loki/Jo, Dean
Word Count: 661
Prompt: Monday
For:
avengers_land, theechochorusRating: PG-13
“I hate Mondays; did you know that, Harvelle? Even though I don’t even have a damn job I still hate them, what’s your position on Mondays, baby?”
I knew it was going to be a bad day, pile on a night shift at the bar and now a frisky guy to top it off, when Dean stormed in and nearly drank us out of beer and whiskey.
(he must have had a spat with Sammy and decided It was about time he had his way with me)
“Is this a new way to try and pick me up, Winchester? If it is, I have to say that is very sad.”
As those wondering hands of his started to go to forbidden places, I had a sharp dagger ready for any uninvited guests, I found myself drowning myself in a drink as well.
(in my head I’m slapping him and saying ‘don’t you ever call me, baby again!’)
“Come on, Joey, doll. You’ve had a crush on me forever, why not get a little something out of it?”
The part of me that thought Dean Winchester was going to be my hunter boyfriend, and turning down others just for that silly dream, had died long ago with the last of my innocence.
(when Sammy had whispered stories about my father in my captured ears)
I was ready with my favorite knife as Dean grew dangerous close to violating my personal space, and to think there was a time when I would have welcomed it (until he broke my heart and thought nothing of it). Before I could threaten his manhood Dean was knocked out with a long and blue glowing stick that was held by a pale man with a smirk that could rival any other.
“What the hell?”
It didn’t take me long to react by pulling my blade on the strangely dressed man, who looked like a freaking comic book villain (which I was spot on about), but I could tell right away it was not a fair fight.
(and later when I saw what that damn stick could do I knew I would have been an easy kill)
“It appeared that this mortal was bothering you, so I shut him rather nicely. Do you wish me to silence him forever, princess?”
He aimed that wolf-like smile at me (wider than any other human or supernatural) hoping I would fall for his tricks like the rest of the humans, but all he got was a sneer.
(it didn’t take him long before he was trying to make me kneel)
“He was, but I could have handled it myself. I’m far from a princess, buddy.”
I kept eye content with him, knowing that it could be taken as a challenge and end with me very much dead, hoping he would see it as bravery.
(something that would soon fade when he started raining down fire on the humans)
“Your looks deceived me, I look and see a princess but instead you’re a warrior, it is a very well developed trick. Now, my fellow trickster, would you be so kind as to serve me up some ale, warrior?”
When he said I looked like a princess, I saw truth his words despite the many tricks he was trying to play on me (as if trying to control my weak human mind) his hands reached out but I was able to dodge them.
(he was slowly turning from a strange creature into one of the many men I tried to avoid during happy hour)
“I can serve you some beer, and hopefully that will be enough for the king.”
When I handed him the beer, hoping that after he finished it he would fly off back to his strange world and leave me be, he made sure to run his fingers over mine.
“If only the rest of the humans were as clever as you, warrior, my job would be finished much faster.”
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