the-god-of-mischief:

the-goddess-of-mischief:

I’ll Bite Your Hand Off: the-goddess-of-mischief: shield-archer: I AM… YOUR KING:…

shield-archer:

dreams-of-asgard:

the-goddess-of-mischief:

shield-archer:

I AM… YOUR KING: a-big-bad-wolf: the-goddess-of-mischief: dreams-of-asgard:…

dreams-of-asgard:

a-big-bad-wolf:

the-goddess-of-mischief:

dreams-of-asgard:

the-god-of-mischief:

the-goddess-of-mischief:

She felt the…

“Here,” she said shoving a blanket into his hands. “Put that over the wound and press down as hard on it as you can., I’ll call an amb—-” Her head jerked towards the door when she heard Clint’s voice. “In here!” she yelled before snatching up her phone and calling an ambulance.

He rushed into the room, stopping in the doorway. “Holy shit! What happened?!”

She hissed in pain. “Watch it with the pressure.” She snapped at Fenrir. With shaking hands, she pushed the hair off her face. She smiled softly at him “I’m sorry I hit you with the bottle…and the lamp,” She placed her hand on top of his, he felt warm and inviting. “I’m sorry I kissed you dad too, but in my defense he made a convincing you.”

The clone dropped to floor with a sickening thud. It’s eyes grew wide as it’s blood soaked onto the carpet. After several moments the clone disappeared, leaving the crimson liquid on the floor of the room.

He lightened up on the pressure he put on her wound. “Sorry.” He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked at Casey. Worry was clearly in his eyes. “You will be alright…” He assured her.