I have a croak named Rocky.
He especially loved to run away from home. As an old mother, I was exhausted from worrying about Loki.
I was deeply afraid that he would be thirsty and hungry on the road and be captured by bad guys. (Guaguaji is still a baby!)
Less than half a year after my 21st birthday, I deeply felt the sorrow of missing my mother when she traveled thousands of miles.
Suddenly one day, I received a photo with Stark Tower in the background, and Lokiqua standing on the roof smiling happily(?).
My croak, come down quickly! ! ! ! The building is too high and dangerous! ! ! !
#The cold leaves are flowing all over my face, and my croaking rebellion breaks my heart#
Since then, my Rocky Cuckoo's yard has been visited by all kinds of strange little animals.
Then one day, a beautiful lady dressed in a Greek style knocked on my door.
"Our Loki has troubled you during this time. If you can't solve anything in the future, just come to me." The loving eyes of the elegant beauty made my scalp tingle.
"???"
Since when have I taken care of your Loki? My Loki is a cute croak!
The dark-haired man standing behind the elegant beauty showed me a smile with eight white teeth.
#I regard you as my son, but you want to fall in love with me? ! #
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#I want to marry you home, but you tell me you just want to be my mother? ! #
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PS: This is the product of the author's grief and anger after reading Avengers 3, so this may be a sweet and mindless article.
PPS: The timeline roughly follows the movie, but most of it was used by the author to fill in the imagination.