Punishable by ... DROWNING
A LokixOC fanfic
Disclaimer: I don't own marvel, or Loki from the Avengers/Thor. But Annabell, Rose, and the Magics clan are mine, as are my theme/plot/story line.
Romance/dark angst/adventure/humor, everything! YAY!
Prologue:
Annabell sat on the squish of the bed, her body empty of everything, including emotions. She just felt empty. Pillow smashed into her bare torso, her bare rear against the soft comforter didn't bring any feeling to her numb heart. Naked, like she felt, stripped bare of everything that made her Annabell. Her eyes stared into the mirror across from her bed at the bare, empty soul before her.
Loki was yanked from her.
He never told her to expect this. Thor told her that Loki knew the entire time that when he returned home, he would have to finish his imprisonment thanks to the fact he didn't finish it on earth. Tears would have spilled again at the moment but she couldn't produce any more tears. She just began to heave, her chest caved in as she gripped the pillow and gasped for air.
"Annabell?" Thor's soft voice came from the other side of the door. She pulled the pillow closer and curled up more into her body as the wooden door creaked open. Thor peaked in to see Annabell dry sobbing into her pillow.
"Annabell, lady Annabell, you must come out to eat." Thor stepped closer only to realize she was naked.
"I can't eat." Annabell gasped, her throat raw and in pain.
"You will starve if you don't," Thor pulled a robe off a side chair and brought it to Annabell's side.
"I have no one." Annabell whispered. "Why should I eat and be merry if there is no one to be merry for." Tears actually tried to form but Annabell rubbed her eyes dry and curled up more into the large pillow.
"Loki would not-"
"DON'T!" She hissed, her eyes snapped to Thor with a deadly look. "Don't you dare use that on me."
"But it is true." Thor growled and put the robe down in front of her. "You either dress and accompany me to dinner or I will drag you down bare as a babe into the dining room." Annabell glowered at Thor who stared her down. Only when she grasped the robe and looked away from Thor, did he turn to give her privacy. Annabell stood and pulled on the robe, with a quick tightening; she walked to the dresser and snatched up the brush. Thor watched as Annabell ripped the brush through her brown hair till it was silky and straight again. Annabell stood and stormed behind the large golden and pink curtain to change into the dress left for her to wear around the grounds. A light ocean blue gown with brass embroidering corset, a dress that had shoulders that fell into wave like sleeves that hit her wrist like an oversized jacket. After readjusting her breasts in the built in bra, Annabell walked out barefoot to Thor.
"Better, now are you ready?" Thor asked.
"I've been here 3 days, cooped up in my room with nothing on my mind but how you ripped Loki from me and allowed me to leave the only other person who loves me knowing what would happen to Loki, and you think I'm ready for anything!" Annabell snarled as she walked past Thor. She stopped at the door as a strong hand grasped her shoulder.
"Did you believe my brother felt such feelings for you?" Thor asked with a deep voice. Annabell curled up her nose and turned from him, a shrug off of his hand.
"It doesn't matter if he did or didn't, I'm alone in a place I've exiled myself to and…" Annabell trailed off as she walked from the room, her heart back down in her stomach. Her right hand clenched it as she leaned against a pillar and attempting to gain her strength again.
"And what?" Thor prodded, her door shut behind them.
"And I'm done with people being ripped from my heart." Annabell whispered and looked back to Thor. He sighed but smiled softly at her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Lady Annabell, trust me when I say that we will find you more to love and care for here than you have room in your heart for." His hair glowed against the setting sun. Annabell looked at him with confusion, unable to believe the words that came out of his lips. Who could she trust now? Loki had gained her trust twice, he left her twice. How was she supposed to recover from that? Thor put out an arm to lead her. Distrustful of her own feet, Annabell grasped his arm and allowed him to lead her down the long hall. The sounds of cheerful people greeted the two of them as large marble like doors opened to welcome them into the large feast hall.
"Volstagg! Hogun! Fandrall!" Thor called out as the three men stood and rushed to hug Thor. Annabell dropped off his arm and walked to the table alone. Eyes down, she felt empty again as she looked to the only seat left for her, next to a black haired girl who eyed the brunette. As Annabell put herself into the seat, she looked up to the black haired beauty.
"You… are not Jane Foster…" the woman stated, more as a question as Annabell put on a straight face and shook her face.
"No, this is lady Annabell, A new member to our family, of sorts." Thor grinned as Annabell pulled a weak grin back to him over her shoulder. But she fell back into a frown as she looked to the wine glass in front of her that filled itself.
"The Earth witch?" Fandrall asked, his blond hair spiked and glistening beside Thor's. The large open windows that glowed with the red sun that dove at the horizon. Annabell clenched her hands in her lap, keeping her from speaking up for herself. Making a bad impression would make this prison worse than it had to be.
"Annabell, a water magic user from Earth, as I was told." A woman in gold spoke up from across the table. Annabell lifted her head to thank the woman who spoke up, only to see her hug Thor and grin at him.
"Yes, Mother, this is the woman who caught and destroyed a very evil man like creature that threatened the earth." Thor explained with more gusto than Annabell felt in her whole body. Everyone around her felt so full of life as food was placed in front of them by men and women in light colored tunics.
"Also, the woman who loves Loki." Annabell's eyes shot open as she looked to a white haired man in full gold armor and an eye plate over one eye. Fear exploded through her body as she saw the hatred cross the faces of everyone to her left. The black haired beauty turned sharply to look at Annabell. Before she could react, a blade was at her throat and the beauty held her head back by the roots of her hair.
"SIF!" Thor roared, but it didn't stop Sif from glowering at Annabell.
"You are a traitor then!" Annabell didn't stop herself this time.
Annabell slapped her hand onto the table, the wine in all the glasses raced into the air then, like a bullet, shot Sif in the face. The blade was dropped and Sif recoiled in her seat as Annabell threw her chair back from the table.
"Let's get something correct right here, and now! I am not a traitor to anyone, especially those I haven't met! I am a magic, yes, but at heart I am a school teacher and a healer. I want nothing to do with any of you, other than to live out the rest of my exile here in peace. Now, Thor threatened my dignity to come down here and eat, and I plan to do just that then I will be back in my room, allowing my grief to make ugly tears on my face and horrible sobs out of my mouth. If you have a problem with how I intend to spend the rest of my sad existence, then you can talk to a tidal wave made out of your own blood!"
With that, Annabell sat back down and drove a knife into the meat that was before her. She munched with the gusto she didn't know she had, her eyes focused on only filling her empty stomach.
"You love a monster, that makes you a traitor." Sif snarled.
"I love a man with a past, that makes me a tragedy!" Annabell growled through the lettuce she put in her lips. "Now don't bore me with your idiocracy, I'm not here to allow others to bully me."
Laughter rang out from across the table that stopped every thought in Annabell's mind.
"It had been so long since a tongue as sharp as that has graced this table." Odin looked to Thor who joined him on the golden king's left. Annabell watched the two as Thor smiled to his father then looked to Annabell who flushed and looked down.
She was just being dramatic.
But wasn't she allowed to be dramatic?
She didn't ask for any of this.
"Annabell, what makes you happiest?" Frigga, mother of Thor, asked Annabell who, now, picked at her food with her fork.
Loki, she wanted to cry, but instead she choked down her thoughts and looked up to the woman with a golden halo around her at all times. Her smile warmed Annabell's depressed soul.
"Teaching." Annabell spoke, her voice soft and almost broken as she tried to steady a smile on her lips.
"Then, I think we can get something arranged." Frigga grinned to Odin, "We were looking for a teacher for the children of the lords and ladies, were we not?"
Author's note: So I know I said I'd post this later but I had the muse now and so up it went.
Yahooooooooooo! Anywho, tell me what you think, the first of the sequel?