I never planned to make this a lemon, but at some point it became one...

-Pumpkin

"I'm sorry, but for the last time I will not do this sir." You heard a firm yell from the office of your boss.

A co-worker of yours stomped out of your boss' office with an angrily look. She went to her cubicle and stuffed all of her things in a box.

"Consider this as a goodbye Mr. Kirkland." She yelled as you sipped your drink quietly.

She stomped out of the room and slammed the door. You looked up at the your boss' office. He had an awful look on his face. You quietly sipped your coffee as you watched the scene. This has been the fourth time this month that someone quitted. It's been a big issue now. Ever since that god, Loki, has been discovered, it's been a rollercoaster ride for the company you've been working for. Getting information about the god was impossible. Not a single company or business around the world has succeeded.

"So close..." Arthur sighed as he looked at you. "(Y/n)."

"Hm?" You placed your coffee down as you gulped the hot components in your mouth. "Yes sir?"

"Are you willing to take the job?" He asked you.

You looked from side to side and pointed at yourself. Arthur rose his eyebrow as you shrugged. You were actually fine with the job even if it's harder than solving the secrets behind the Bermuda.

"I don't mind." You stated. "Besides, Loki's somewhere around these parts."

You were a stationed journalist in New York. Your English boss has been working with you for almost three years now looking for some information about Loki. The god was a slippery and slick piece of shit. Little did the god know that you've been stalking information about him for a few months now. Even before he appeared to the media.

~Time Skip is Back~

You were walking down an alley where a fire escape was that led to your apartment. The cats meowed, sounds of broken air conditioners were heard, the beeping of cars from the traffic echoed through the walls, and the sound of your footsteps that accompanied you. It was just another peaceful night.

Well... Not really.

"Go away Francis." You sighed and crossed your arms as you saw the Frenchman in front of you.

Francis was your stalker. Well, you think he is. It's weird that he knows where you live and where you pass by to get home. He's been meeting you every single day at the bottom of the fire escape. You've tried to pry him away, but he just wouldn't. This guy has some guts.

"You know that I can't, ma cherie." He smiled at you.

You sighed and shook your head. You went up the fire escape ignoring him. He followed you upstairs like he always does. He talks about random stuff trying to interest you into something. The Frenchman never failed you though. You would end up talking to him by the time you both got up at your window sill. It's the only conversation of the day you would have without work included. Your co-workers would include work in their conversations and you don't really have many friends around the state.

"Francis..." You sat on your window sill as he got up. "Have you ever wondered who Loki is?"

This question surprised the Frenchman. It wasn't everyday that you'd bring up your interests or even strike a conversation with him. This was definitely something new to your strange friendship with him.

"Why do you ask ma cherie?" He asked you.

"I've let you in my apartment more than once and you haven't seen my bookshelf?" You rose your eyebrow at him as he shrugged.

You shook your head and opened the window. You slid in and signaled him to come in too. You led him to the living room and showed your work. You had a bulletin board with photos and clips of news connected with thumbtacks and red yarn. Your scribbles, photos, and the clues you have were scattered on the table in front of the board and your bookshelf was full of books about Norse mythology. This was a new side of you that Francis has never seen before.

"Four months..." You muttered. "I've been on the hint for four months and I'm not giving up now... No, I've come a long way."

Francis saw the determination and curiosity in your eyes. He couldn't stop looking at them as if they were the most precious things in the world.

"Can I ask you, why you're doing this?" He asked you.

"Because we've got some unfinished business." You smiled. "2009 in Mexico. I met him there. Saw him, fought him, and loved him. He was that kind of guy who likes to play hard-to-get. Also, he does have a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

You chuckled at the last part and then sighed almost dreamily.

"He's a guy I'd like to date any day, but I don't think he'll give me a chance though."

"Why not?"

You looked at Francis sadly, and pulled out a handgun from your pocket and pointed it at him.

"Because I know that it's you." You looked away. "And you wouldn't forgive me for what I'm gonna do to you and the fact that I'm a Valkyrie sent to restrain you."

He looked at you surprise. There was a hint of hurt in his eyes that made you look away from him.

"(Y/n)... You're-"

"Darcy Schatz from the 2009 incident." You said shakily almost close to crying. "The All-Father has ordered me to take you back and restrain you in the dungeons."

You didn't understand. These feeling and emotions that compel you were too strong to restrain.

Fate is a game
Played with something dangerous
Something more dangerous than fire
The lives of many is at stake
The innocent and evil become one mind

You inhaled and exhaled nervously as you pointed the gun at his chest. He had a clear expression of betrayal on his face. You smiled sadly, almost bitterly, at your actions.

"Why ma cherie?" He asked you. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Orders are orders from the All-Father." You replied with no hint of emotion.

One with no fault shall do the deed
The one with fault will be hunted down
The roots of a new era rises
Commencing the ballads of heroes and sorrow
With a heartbroken glow

You really had no other reasons beside orders. You were ordered to restrain him, bring him down, send him back to Asgard, or just kill him. You're a Valkyrie so killing him by yourself is way more different than a mortal killing him. You walked towards him until the gun was against his chest.  You really can't do it. You gripped on the gun tightly as you looked up at him smiling.

"Goodbye Francis... It was nice knowing you."

Without a flash, you pointed the gun at your head and pulled the trigger. You heard the gun shot, but you haven't felt the bullet. Maybe that's how death works. Or maybe that's how dying works to be exact.

"You're not fooling me you know ma cherie."

Though there's always that twist
The twist that changes everything
The moment that shoots you to stop
A voice that guides you back on track
But in a different way

You heard his whisper behind you as you turned back. Your (e/c) eyes met his midnight blue ones that seemed to connect your heart and his. His left hand supported your back, your palms were against his clothed chest, and his right caressed your cheek. The world slowed down for once for this moment. You gulped nervously as Francis gave a smirk.

"I am the god of tricks and mischief." He whispered huskily. "Do you think that your plans would've worked against someone who has mastered it?"

Snow fall
Rain fall
Nothing can change
It will always remain the same in time
The memories you make that changed things

But it will never change the past
The things you've done was for something
Don't regret them
Because there'll always be a good end
The end of everything

Your eyelids were half-closed as he bumps his forehead lightly against yours.

"I just wanted to try." You confessed as he chuckled deeply.

"Well, you've failed." He answered. "But you've succeeded in making me fall... You've succeeded in making me fall hard for you."

His lips collided with yours. You quickly melted into the kiss moving in sync with him. It was soft, passionate, and heated. He grinds his hips against yours as you fell sitting on the couch. He licks your lips for entrance as you let him. The god dominates your mouth while you let out a small moan. He stopped kissing you and went on to your neck. You turned your head to give him a better look at your neck. He started to unbutton your shirt as you unbuckle his belt.

Suddenly your phone rang. You groaned in annoyance as you grabbed your phone. Francis didn't stop though.

"H-Hello?" You panted.

"(Y/n)? Are you at the gym or something?" It was Arthur.

"Uhhh, yeah!" Suddenly Francis sniffed your collarbone and neck like a predator.

You tensed up as he slowly unhooks your bra leaving you with your shirt on.

"Umm... I'll call you again soon- shit!" Francis gave a nibble on your tits.

You groaned silently and ended the call. You threw your phone on the table and paid your attention to him. He looked at you with and smirked.

"Jerk..." You muttered silently as you tugged his pants and boxers off feeling his tent.

You unzipped your skirt and slid your underwear off. He pinned you down and looked at you. This was totally different from how he looked at you back in Mexico. He looked more lovingly at you rather than just lust and play.

He lowered himself down into you. The friction was painful from the missing lubricant.

"Shhh... It will pass." He whispered into your ear as you breathed heavily.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You nodded as the pain subsided. He moved slowly, but roughly, as you you groaned. The pleasure was insanely something you've never felt before. The beautiful feeling that made you feel drunk without alcohol. The light-headedness gave you the concentration to look at Francis.

"Francis..." You moaned out gently. "You can move faster."

He did as you said. He moved with a faster pace that made the couch shake. He changed position with you on top of his lap and his hands on your hips. He buckled your hips and guided you to move. Your hands gripped on the couch as you moved too. The feeling was satisfying. Finally he hit that special spot.

"There..." You whispered as he licked the shell of your ear as an answer.

He picked up the pace as you kissed him. He kissed back. You broke between kisses for air, but he refused to let your lips leave his. You giggled from his stubbornness and smiled. He smiled cheekily back and looked at you. You hugged him and cried out your tears as you both came. You removed yourself from him and panted. Tired and light-headed, Francis carried you to your bed and tucked you in.

"I love you." He whispered first as he laid down next to you.

"I love you too." You answered back.

He wrapped his arms around you as the both of your began to fall asleep.

Little did you know that someone knew. The All-Father knows it all. Past, present, and future. He stepped out of the shadows as the rain fell harder. His emerald green eyes glinted against the lamplight. He frowned as the ravens landed on both of his shoulders and crowed.

"I know... But that is how fate works." He smiled bitterly. "Not even I can stop them."

"Arthur?" The All-Father turned around as he disguised his missing eye.

"Yes?" It was his son, Thor.

"Leave them be." The blonde smiled. "He's finally at peace, we can finally stop this feud."

"It's not that easy Alfred." Arthur sighed. "Why am I even calling you by your cover name?"

"I don't know, but just leave them be."

The elder god sighed and shook his head.

"He'll rule with her someday, I know it... "

"And we'll be waiting."