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2. I Hate FishbowlsWarning: Mentions of vore and mild swearing.
3rd Person P.o.v.
Thor, Tony and Bruce didn’t know what to do. What were they supposed to do with an unconscious two inch tall girl?
“You really can’t remember if you accidentally swallowed SOMEONE ALIVE?!” Tony was still having a hard time wrapping his head around it.
Thor lowered his head in shame.
“Shh! Lower your voices or you’ll wake her up!” Bruce was now holding her and he covered her with both hands. He was feeling oddly protective of such a small girl and he could feel the Other Guy relaxing while he was holding her. She felt like a small doll, and at times he had to look over so to make sure that she was indeed breathing.
“What we need to do first is to clean her up. In case you haven’t noticed yet, she’s covered in drool and food.” Bruce didn’t wait for them to answer and wiped away gently all the grime off of her tiny body. When he finished, he looked closer
The Gorgon and the Dragon Ch. 8Euralye P.o.v.
I woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented. I was confused as to where I was until I saw Titian beside me.
‘Where am I?’
‘You’re here to recover from your stab wound.’
The memories slowly returned to me and I felt relieved that Titian had protected me while I was unconscious.
Titian asked me what happened while we were separated and I told him the whole story. He told me of his short alliance with ‘Captain’ (a.k.a. Spangles) and how he found me.
When I told him about the staff Loki possessed and the similarity it had with the magical energy we were tracking, he agreed with me that Loki was the sorcerer we were searching for.
We were talking when Stark came in.
“Great! You’re both here. Come on losers, we’re fighting aliens.”
He turned around and walked away. I glanced at Titian and he shrugged. We followed him.
In the way, more of the strangely dressed humans joined us. The redhead, Spangles, Stark, and a new
The Gorgon and the Dragon Ch. 7Titian P.o.v.
After the floor collapsed, I was left standing between Skin-tight and Suits. Both had stopped quarreling and were now preparing for battle. I wanted to go find Euralye but found myself being pushed in the opposite direction. I growled, wanting to transform to my dragon form but Skin-tight was putting something on his ear. I grabbed one too and it looked a lot like an earphone. The moment I put it on, I heard voices. From all of them, I gathered enough info to know that this ship was going to crash at any moment if the engines were not repaired. Skin-tight (Captain) stated that he and Stark were going to take care of it. Not trusting these humans and wanting to keep on living, I followed them.
From what little I knew of the technology of this world, I knew enough about repairing engines. Stark and Captain Skin-tight divided and I followed the Captain. We suddenly reached a dead end and a big hole was on the wall. I skidded to a stop so I wouldn’t tumble into the void
The Gorgon and the Dragon Ch. 6After I finally stopped falling, I realized that I was trapped. The floor had collapsed and its remains were scattered around. Two other humans had fallen with me, the redheaded and Bruce, and both were hurt. When checking myself for any injuries, I found some bruises and a few cuts but otherwise I was fine.
“Bruce you need to stay with me. Try to relax.”
I turned to the redheaded and she was trying to talk to Bruce in a tone that was similar to the one used to calm raging animals. I didn’t know why it was used on Bruce but my unasked question had its answer with what happened next.
Bruce had snapped at her in a more guttural voice and started to cry out in pain. Suddenly, he started getting bigger and greener in mere seconds. The more aggressive energy that I had sensed before was now pulsing and expanding until it was the more dominant one. The result was a Bruce that was enormous, with bulging muscles and green. Did I mention that he looked pissed as hell?
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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