Guess who's back?
Yep... that would be me :D

Welcome to "Heart Of Fire"!

For all of those who feel like you want to read this story but haven't read the first one, please, go and read it because if you don't you probably won't understand half of what we say here LOL.
Ok, so this is the sequel to my story "Whispers In The Air" which I published under the PenName AngieLuz (most of you know why I had to do a change of account HA-HA) but you are here and I'm here and that's what matters, right?

I can't thank all of you guys who reviewed the story and to all of you who stood up for me and have been giving me me these incredible signs of affection during these past few days... I am overwhelmed and I have been moved to tears by the ammount of private messages and by the amazingly kind and sweet words I read on them... I have honestly found myself at a loss of words lately and I blame you! LOL.
Also, to all you who followed me here and favorited me as author or my story... guys, you are too much... I... I... I... I'm gonna shut up now, I just hope you get the idea of what I'm trying to say here, hahahaha.

Anywhooooooooo... onto a topic much more interesting than my usual rambling: the story!
Yay! Ok, so, this is what we're going to do with this one... I can't actually post every single day but I will be posting probably every other day, so I hope that's alright with you... I'm letting you know because you have been such amazing readers and fans, I just don't want to keep you waiting too long :D

I must confess I'm quite nervous about this one because, well... I got such an amazing response with the first part I just fear, nay, dread to disappoint you but, hopefully, with the help of my all-seeing third eye (his name is Lalo, by the way), I will be able to make it live up to "Whispers In The Air".

Ok... *sigh* I'm going to start with the music, as usual... the song for the day (and Prologue) is: Legacy by Audiomachine.

Oh and don't forget: I don't own anything, sadly, just Emma Jansen and the few characters you fail to recognize.



The black haired man's steps echoed across the large empty hall as his bright blue eyes focused on his left hand. Closing his fingers into a fist he felt his bones cracking at the joints and then with a sigh, he stopped his almost jog.

Fenrir had only done a fraction of his half of the bargain and Thanos had been captured by a group of menial, worthless humans, earthlings, Midgardians nonetheless. And then he had found out that the Gauntlet had been virtually destroyed by no other than Odin's adoptive son, Loki.

When had that twisted, rapacious, obnoxious and hateful J├Âttun had decided to turn into a hero? And to save the very same insignificant realm he had once tried to destroy. Perhaps it wasn't as insignificant as everybody seemed to think; Loki didn't think so; Thanos didn't think so; even Odin hold Midgard in a very high pedestal. The god of mischief and the mad titan had underestimated the human race's powers and defenses and in return they had been defeated in the most ignominious manners.

But it wouldn't happen to him.
Yes; he had set his eyes on that tiny little blue planet. He coveted whatever made them rebellious and brave. They might have been confusing it with idiocy and recklessness but he was curious.

After all, Odin had left the Cosmic Cube under their care not once but twice in over a thousand years. Odin chose to give it to those inferior savages instead of putting it under his care. He, who had been loyal to no end; he who had been by Odin's side for millennia; he who had been the only one to be willing to face numerous threats without putting the real in danger.
Unlike Thor.
Since that immature, vain, foolish boy had come into their lives, Odin had had no eyes for anyone else.
From the moment Frigga had given birth to the future king of Asgard, everyone was never good enough for the All-Father, only Thor.

He had witnessed Loki's catastrophic plunge into madness and his disastrous fall from Odin's grace. It had been very dramatic and, well, quite literal.

But he wouldn't be like Loki. He wouldn't. It had taken him too long and too much to get to where he was now. Looking down at his other hand he reminded himself of all the sacrifices he had had to make in order to fulfill his rightful revenge.

Odin and Thor would pay for casting him aside and they would kneel before him, begging for mercy and death.

Who's that dude? I wonder... ok, I don't wonder but I hope you do MWAHAHA!

Thank you so much for everything you have all done for me and please, have mercy on my soul... it's bruised up LOL.
Can't wait to read what you have to say, so please, review, pretty pleaseeeeeeee?

Lots of love, my darlings!

ASSEMBLE... for the sequel! Hahahahaha.

See you soon!