Author's Corner :

Author : *drawing shapes on the floor, the dark aura still around her body*

Author's bro : What's with you? Why are you that gloomy? 😒

Author : .... *still drawing shapes and ignoring her idiotic bro*

Author's bro : is it because I deleted your porn videos? Dang, you can always download it again girl! 😏😂

Author : Shaddup, it was yours after all! Why were you using my PC to download that thing?! 😡 I'm telling mom! 😤 (The background music : Final Countdown by Europe)

-Chapter 13 : The Doppelganger-

Beep

Beep

Beep

Mike groaned in protest, lifting one of his hands from below the pillow and searching for the damn alarm clock. The monochrome alarm was asking to be hurled at the lovely wall.

Beep

Beep

Clang!

Mike finally found the alarm clock and hurled the innocent clock to the wall, hard. It shattered and some pieces bounced to Mike's forehead and body.

"Dammit! Grrrrrr", Mike quickly got up and walked to the clock's corpse, stomping it with his feet. Creepy grin appeared when he looked at his poor victim. Oh he was satisfied alright. He laughed maniacally like Joker, arms akimbo.

"Wait a minute. The clock was a gift from John Cena, wasn't it?", Mike stopped his maniac laugh, looking down in wonder. There, in one corner of the clock, he found the small and neat words, undoubtedly (y/n)'s writing. It said :

=Happy birthday The Rock! Heh if you break this dude, I will cut your balls and feed it to you with chopsticks=

Mike gulped, his eyes growing bigger and bigger at every word he read. He gulped again, now imagining (y/n) cuts his precious balls with a rusty knife and feeds it to him with chopsticks.

Why a rusty knife though? Mike knew that she will say "So you will feel the hurt longer than it should be". Is it some kind of a sadist and masochist show? Hell Mike doesn't have any idea about it anymore.

Mike grabbed the dead clock with his trembling hands, carefully putting it inside his drawer and hoping that she will never find it.

"Sheesh I can see my impending doom. I better freshen up and prepare to go to work. It will do no good to my awesome arse if I'm late. Don't want another sadist decide to cut my balls earlier", Mike scoffed, remembering another sadist whose name started with Axel and ended with Alonso.

Mike hurriedly walked to his bathroom to freshen up. It only took ten minutes for him to do all his business and he was ready to go to work with his combed hair, shiny black suit and tie. Mike knew that it was worth a record somewhere, dammit.

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"Good morning, Mr. Freeman!", two security guards in main lobby excitedly greeted him, bowing and smiling at one of their bosses.

"Yeah, morning guys", Mike greeted back, walking proudly with his briefcase in hand. He was about to pass the guards when he stopped, remembering something.

"Guys have you seen Mr. Alonso? Has he arrived to the office?", Mike turned around to look at the guards, waiting for one of them to answer him.

"Yes sir, Mr. Alonso has arrived here almost an hour ago", the guard on the left said while the other greeted his fellow colleague.

"Okay, thank you", Mike turned to walk, hurriedly walking to the elevator.

"An hour ago huh? Now it's eight thirty am. Pffttt he is a crazy-worker like (y/n). What did I do in past life to deserve this? Living around a sadist is more than enough but two? Crazy life", Mike mumbled to himself as he walked inside the elevator, pressing the button to his boss' floor.

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Knock

Knock

"Come in", a gruff voice answered from inside.

'It looks like someone is not in a cheery mood this morning', Mike gulped, grabbing the door's handle.

"Ahhh if it's not my favorite editor. The one and only Michael Grant Freeman. What is it my buddy bud?", Axel said with fake cheerfulness from his perch on his comfy sofa. Mike knew that it was fake from how strain that smile was and his left eyebrow was twitching madly. Oh his boss was cheery alright. Note the sarcastic here.

"Boss I've succeeded to send the note to my friend", Mike looked between his boss and the floor, contemplating whether it was the right decision or no to tell his boss about (y/n)'s reaction.

"And...? Please kindly tell me that your friend will be back soon, right?", Axel asked in his still fake cheery tone. Mike quickly opened his briefcase and pulled out the unglowing comic. Oh how his boss' eyes lit like that, it scared Mike shitless.

Clap

Clap

"Ohhhh I see, she was back already! Great! Now, will you be a good boy and send it to the bitching publisher?", Axel said with the now-not-fake-cheerfulness, beaming while clapping his hands.

Mike gulped, truly fearing for his life now. Oh his awesome arse is going to be burned by his boss' tsukuyomi alright.

"Here boss. You may want to read it yourself", Mike put the comic on the table in front of his boss and hurriedly backed away to stand near the door. He planned to run for his life from the bomb that will explode soon.

Axel shrugged his shoulders, looking at his subordinate suspiciously when Mike backing away like that. He felt that something was not right, he smelt something fishy here. Oh how right he was.

Axel frowned when he read the first page was still the same. His frown got deeper and deeper at every page he read. He growled when he read the part that (y/n) decided to stay and asked his subordinate to send another note when only 10 or 5 pages were remained.

Axel hurled the comic to Mike with deadly accuracy. It came straight to Mike's head, making Mike screamed in pain as it hurt his poor nose.

"Grrrrr is she stupid or what? Argh what's with today! I hate friday more than ever now! You better do something about it Mike or else...", Axel trailed off, looking at Mike with eyes that promising something equally painful as (y/n)'s promise to cut his balls. His boss is sadist alright.

"Y-yes Boss, I-I will try s-something, a-anything", Mike quickly darted out of the office after he saw his boss was about to prance at him.

BAM!

Axel's secretary looked up at his boss' door, watching her other boss with interest. 'It feels like déjà vu', the secretary thought.

"Are you okay Mr. Freeman? Your face looks pale. Do you need a help or do you want me to call a medic?", the secretary asked softly, her hand grasping the phone's handle on her table. Mike shook his head vigorously.

"Nothing and no one can help me from my impending doom. But John Cena can save me!", Mike said, abruptly walking to the elevator and leaving a very confused secretary behind.

"John Cena? The WWE wrestler? What could he do here? Drawing comic while knocking someone out?", the secretary said, she found it hard to imagine something impossible like that.

"Ughh this office is full with weird and lunatic people. Am I the only sane one here?", she muttered quietly, shaking her head as she continued to write a report and schedule for his boss.

-26-

"Dear brain, remind me again why I came to meet Loki with a yummy dish in hand again?", (y/n) asked to herself, stomping her way through the deserted hallway.

As if anyone could feel the irksome and anger of the princes' intended and they decided to stay the hell away from her. Or maybe not.

"Oh yeah because I want to thank him for a slice of his almost non-exist-kindness. And brain, remind me again why I brought him a breakfast?", (y/n) asked again with a louder voice, making a hand gesture to pointing at her head and hitting it repeatedly using her fingertip.

"Oh yeah! He wasn't eating with us at the dinning hall. Me, being a kind and awesome gal, deciding to bring something for him! And lastly, why am I stomping my way like this?", (y/n) asked louder, her voice start to echoing through the deserted hallway walls.

"BECAUSE HE FUCKING SWATTED THE DISH AND TOLD ME TO "FUCK OFF, PEASANT"!", (y/n) now yelled with a voice that could rival Thor's and Odin's booming voices. Poor flock of birds that perched on the nearest trees from her flew away, fearing for their lives.

(y/n) huffed as she closed her eyes, walking and panting at the same time. How did she managed it? She didn't know and nor she cared. She should've cared about it because...

Bam!

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Freya's one and only son, the Vanaheim's prince, Crown Prince Hegan Freyason was currently came to Asgard to renewing the treaties between the two realms, Vanaheim and Asgard.

Hegan has medium wavy black hair, green eyes and short stubble. He looked like the male version of his mother. He tied his hair to a bun, wrap around style (1), and wore silver body armor with nice golden linings and dark grey cloak.

Hegan came to Asgard with his two advisers also best friends, Sigurd and Lamont. He insisted not to bring any guards because it will take a longer time to reach Asgard. And his mother, Freya, reluctantly agreed to it after Sigurd and Lamont promised to take a good care of the crowned prince.

Hegan dismounted from his black horse as he stopped in front of the gate where Odin was waiting with his hands on his back.

"Prince Hegan, it's nice to see you again child. How's your mother been faring?", Odin asked, looking at the Vanaheim's crowned prince with a small smile. Behind Odin, his wife, Frigga, and advisers stood silently while the guards were scrambling around, guarding the royal families.

"It's nice to see you again King Odin. How are you faring Milord, Milady? My mother has been faring good. She wanted to apologize that she couldn't come here, herself", Hegan said, bowing to Odin and Frigga.

"I've been faring alright prince Hegan, thank you", Frigga said with a smile in her face.

"I've been faring good but lately my back is aching a little. Come, come prince, you must be tired and famished. Let us go to the dinning hall", Odin joked, laughing a little and groaning as he hit his back to prove what he said to the prince. Hegan laughed softly at that and walked inside the palace as Odin ushered him to the dinning hall.

"This palace never ceased to amaze me by its magnificent design. It looks quite similar with Vanaheim palace but the view from here is better than there", Hegan said, looking at the palace interior in awe.

"Why thank y-", Odin said but he cut off by a loud sound.

Bam!

"Ouch that hurt! Who put a heavy thing in the middle of hallway? I will gut them for sure because of this!", (y/n) growled, rubbing her sore nose and forehead after she crashed with whatever it was in front of her. She quickly opened her eyes when she heard something.. No, not something. More like a person, someone was groaning.

"Dear mother of god, that was hurt", Hegan groaned, leaning to the nearest wall. Everyone else that was there is too shocked to even breath, let alone move.

"Hey you! Why did you stand at the middle of the hall- wait, why are you looking familiar?!", (y/n) narrowed her eyes, looking at Hegan up and down.

"My gawd! Mike! Mikey Mousey is that you my buddy bud?! Wait.. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?", (y/n) walked closer to Hegan and smacked his arm, grinning as she did it.

"Who are you crazy maiden?! I'm not this 'Mikey Mousey', whatever it is. I'm Hegan Freyason, the son of Freya and the Vanaheim's crown prince", Hegan said after he woke up from the shock.

"Huh? But you looked like my best friend, Mike. Those eyes, face and everything are unmistakably like Mike!", (y/n) grabbed the prince's head, moving it side to side. Yes she was sure it's Mike or maybe his doppelganger.

"I can assure you, I'm not this 'Mike' maiden", Hegan said, frowning a little.

"Well I forgot that I was the only one who can come to here. Means that he is one of the characters here. Geeezzz, don't say that Mike threatened a poor illustrator to draw himself as a character here. Sheesh that dude is asking me to spank him to the moon and back", (y/n) scoffed loudly, her hands were itching to do what she just said.

Hegan backed away a little from the crazy maiden, wanting to stay the hell away from her. "Well whatever. We can still be best buddies like in the real world", (y/n) said, grinning as she walked to the prince and slapped his arm again.

"Ahem", someone was clearing his throat, trying to gain the attention of the crazy maiden, (y/n), and the poor and slightly frightened prince, Hegan.

(y/n) turned her head and saw Odin. Her eyes widened to saucers, realizing that she just slapped a crown prince, in the middle of hallway, in front of Odin, Frigga and the important-look people. Oh she was not sure she will live to see the morning sun. "I.. ugh.. I apologize Milord, Milady.. I-", Someone cut her off.

"What is happening here? Ohh Hegan my friend! How are you faring my friend?", Thor said, looking at the sight in front of him with a confused look. He heard that his friend, Crown Prince Hegan, came to Asgard. So he hurriedly walked to the gate, hoping to meet his friend. And here, a strange sight greeted him. What is his intended doing there? Thor was not sure.

"I.. ugh.. Thor..", (y/n) stammered, looking at Thor with glazing eyes.

Thor quickly walked to (y/n) when he saw that look on her face. "Are you alright, Lady (y/n)? Are you hurt?", Thor asked in a worried tone, looking her up and down, searching for the wounds.

"She slapped my arm and mistook me with someone. Who is she Thor?", Hegan looked at the duo with interest. He was shocked to see his friend being that intimate with a maiden. He was too innocent for his own good. Oh how wrong he is, if only Hegan knew what Thor did to (y/n) the other days...

"She is my intended, (y/n l/n). I apologize for what she did, I knew that she didn't mean to harm you like that", Thor said as he threw a smile at Hegan and then he looked down at (y/n), softly kissing her forehead.

"Ughh yes.. I really didn't mean to harm you. It's just, I'm so shocked to find someone looks like my best friend. Ughh I miss him..", (y/n) looked down to her feet, sniffing. Thor hugged her, rubbing her back to comfort her.

Hegan smiled after hearing her confession. He walked to Thor and (y/n), putting his hand over her head. "Haha it's okay, I forgive you. I will gladly be your friend. May I call you (y/n)? After all, it will not do to call a friend using any honorif-", (y/n) cut him off with a hug after she pulled away from Thor's embrace when she heard that Hegan wanted to be her friend.

"Thank you so much. It means a lot to me. Yes, yes, you may call me (y/n). Ughh may I call you Hegan or maybe Mike?", (y/n) mumbled from Hegan's chest, tightening her arms.

Hegan chuckled at that. "Yes, you may call me whatever you wish (y/n)", Hegan said, running his hand through her head and gently stroking it.

(y/n) pulled away a little. "We can be best buddies! I will teach you some WWE moves!", (y/n) laughed while Hegan tilted his head, confused at the 'WWE moves' but then shrugged his shoulders. Oh soon he will regret to ever accept her as friend alright.

Thor smiled at the interaction, happy that his intended was beaming like that.

"Well (y/n), next time I will refrain to do something like that to anyone if I were you, child", Odin said, thinking that enough time was being wasted here.

(y/n) smiled awkwardly, fidgeting a little. "Ughh.. yes Milord", (y/n) stammered a little, not daring to look at Odin.

"Well, come Prince Hegan. Let us continue to the dinning hall", Odin said, ushering and leading the way to the dinning hall.

"Come my friend, let us go to the dinning hall and continue this after we eat", Hegan said, wrapping his arms around Thor's and (y/n)'s shoulders.

-27-

Again, Loki was absent from the dinning hall but (y/n) could careless about it. She was too busy joking around with Thor and Hegan, making the best of time with them. She told them about Mike, leaving some parts about the real world of course. After all, she did break the fourth wall more than enough time already, but eh she was proud of it. Honest.

(y/n) was currently teaching Hegan all about WWE in the garden that overlooked the Bifrost Bridge. She enthusiastically showed Hegan some WWE attacks such as Yakuza kick (2), Bionic elbow (3), Superman punch (4), spinning heel kick (5), Thesz press (6) and of course her idol John Cena's five knuckle shuffle (7). Thankfully she did all of this moves to poor dummies.

No, no, she didn't pull the moves on Hegan. She just been his friend for hours, what do you think? But she sure will do it soon, how soon? (y/n) only shrugged her shoulders.

"Wow, that was awesome moves (y/n)!", Hegan said in awe, clapping his hands at her.

"Yes, now I know where you learned such a move. I remember you did one of that 'Superman punch' to me when we were training, Lady (y/n)", Thor laughed, scratching the back of his neck. Hegan gasped when he heard that while (y/n)'s face flustered red from embarrassment and from the princes' praises.

"Wow, you are a force to be reckoned with (y/n)! It's a wonder Mike could survive till now", Hegan joked, laughing when he saw the fuming look on (y/n)'s face.

(y/n) was about to 'teach' Hegan as she walked closer to him with a dangerous glint on her eyes. Out of the corner of (y/n)'s eyes, she saw Loki walked abruptly to the Bifrost Bridge. His clothes and hair swirled to the left and right from the wind that was blowing gently. She shrugged her shoulders, she could careless about him.

Slip

Thud

"Whaaaaaaa-", (y/n) lost her footing as her feet caught one of the dummies' feet. She stumbled to the front, Hegan chuckling as he saw it while Thor.. Thor being Thor, he was worried. He was about to stood and helped her before something happ...

"Oooff!", (y/n) bumped Thor. They lost their balances and fell to the ground. (y/n) didn't know how but she ended with another.. promising.. position.

One of her legs tangled with Thor's and the other bent to a weird position between Thor's and Hegan's feet. Thor sprawled to the ground with her body between his legs. But that was not the worse one.

One of her hand was on Thor's muscular thigh. That was also not the worse one. But.. her other hand was another case.. It was on.. Hegan's crotch.. No, no, it didn't stop at that though.. Her lips.. Dear god, her lips.. how it landed on Thor's crotch? And why this thing happened again and again? (y/n) ugh.. wasn't sure about any of it. Just her luck.

Both the princes' face were flushed red, oh as red as Thor's cloak. What happened was rendered them speechless. Oh words were strangely lost from their brains and mouth.

'This position was like.. ugh.. threesome in a way.. Damn sexual frustration to hell! Damn porn videos! And damn dirty brain!', (y/n) thought. She couldn't help it, she curiously squeezed both stuff. Her mind was on the gutter alright. At least no one was witnessing this...

"M-m-m-my I-", a meek female voice could be heard from behind (y/n)'s back.

Thud!

Oh (y/n) spoke too soon...

-To Be Continued-

Footnotes (According to menhairstyletrends.com and wikipedia.com) :
(1) This is how 'wrap around style' looks

(2) Yakuza kick or big boot : this attack is usually done with the opponent charging towards the wrestler, using the opponent's momentum to deliver the wrestler's sole to the upper-body or head.

(3) Bionic elbow : this move is a strike that is brought from a high position and travels vertically toward the floor, dropping the point of the elbow directly on the target. Often this will set an attacking wrestler bending an opponent over to deliver the elbow at the back of the opponent.

(4) Superman punch : this attack sees a wrestler leap into the air, snapping the rear leg back before striking with a swinging overhand to the opponent's head.

(5) Spinning heel kick : a jumping version of the spin kick that usually involves the wrestler spinning 360° so his/her body is somewhat horizontal before hitting the opponent with the back of his/her leg(s) or heel(s) on the opponent's face or chest.

(6) Thesz press : this move, innovated by, popularized and subsequently named after Lou Thesz, sees the attacking wrestler jumping towards a standing opponent, knocking him/her over his/her back, sitting on his/her waist and pinning him/her in a body scissors.

(7) Five knuckle shuffle or Fist drop : a wrestler performs a series of theatrics before jumping or falling down, driving a fist usually to the opponent's forehead. Then the wrestler drops to his/her rear leg's knee delivering a karate punch at the opponent's stomach, to rise up back again.

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