You tried to think that your parents are in a better place, but if they had to go to a better place why couldn't they take you with them or why couldn't have been someone else who died in their place, (like a certain family who are living like gods off your parents money and forcing rules and tradition down our throats).
Authors comment ( May skip if want to, I do recommend skipping)
(Sorry in most my stories you're going to get many complaint from me and if you are a fan of B. O. And his Hoe, than please don't read my work instead of leaving a nasty/ rude/ sarcastic comment about how I'm a racist beeb and that I should go to hell along with my deaceased parents, because it's bad enough I don't have a mom and a dad anymore, but really their lucky to get out of this hell. So please if don't like just don't read unless you want Loki then that's something we can all agree on.)
(F/n) was looking through her great-grandmothers books and trinkets to see what she could easily sell on eBay, storenvy, and esty. You found a few red, black, green, orange, blue, pink, even some unwrapped candles that read only-use for summonings and spells. You awkwardly laughed at that, "oh so grams was into black magic." (No in truth those were put there mystirously by someone else: naw just kidding, but actually those belonged to your dad's mother's mother. Her ansetry goes way back to the dark ages in England and Denmark. Weird combo I know). You scavenged through the box to find a ancient spell book. The pages were really old and fragile, one bend could easily turn the page into dust, maybe. 'Heh they actually had books during that time,' some old people scream at you in the background, you laugh in your head. You were mostly thinking of captain America and how he was all like, "what the hell," he turns around looking at everything in bewilderment, "am I in some sort of other demension? Where are the flying cars?" He looks up to see J. Jaws talking about Spider-Man, "why are there boxes with moving pictures? How is that man's face so big and what is all these honking sounds, make them stop, God please." You chuckled to yourself, that is how Captain America reacted in your head. 'So funny.'
You began scanning the yellow stained pages of the very large hard back book. There was a chapter for love spells, how to change your appearance, even a chapter on how to create the perfect man to love you forever. You turned to that chapter, "how to create the perfect mate, one that is loving, protecting, and only cares about you and only you. The perfect mate will never leave you, he'll stay with you forever, and there's a warning if the creator of the perfect mate falls in love with someone else there will be desaterous consequences. Sweet, since I can't find a man that will ever love me for me and not for my body than I'll do it." You were excited because you had the perfect man picked out for the longest time; Loki.
All you needed was the 6 pink candles and red and pink rose dust mixed together. Unfortunately you only had 4 pink candles, and enough random color roses to make the dust. So you improvised. Unfortunately no one ever told you the few rules of spell casting, one of them is never improvise. You get totally mixed results. So you created the dust needed, you used one black and one green candles since Loki's color is green, black, and you added gold shavings to the dust. (Man you must really want something bad to happen).
You drew a magic circle just like it was drawn in the picture, then set the candles in each circle, you took a pin and drew blood from your finger to add to the magic circle. Then chanted the magic words including the name of the handsome man you wished to be yours and yours alone.
To be continued...