I have given you two double whammie chapters of 9 and 10!:D I'm sure you guys are excited about that. Not much to say but a new chapter, and hopefully another one by this upcoming Sun. Enjoy:)
Title: Forever This Way
Author: xxxLovely Insanityxxx
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13- for disaster related peril, violence, brief language, and sensuality
Summary: In 1985, the wreck of the Titanic was discovered. There was rejoice and celebration. But in that same year, it resurfaces Loki's memories of that ill-fated voyage. Of when he came to Midgard and became an unwilling passenger, and of the young woman that changed his life forever.
Characters: Loki, Elizabeth, some Asgardian people, Titanic people, etc...
Pairings: Loki/Elizabeth
Theme: My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. As well as Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I do not own Thor the movie or its comics, and never will. It all belongs to Stan Lee and Marvel
Over&Out!
Nicholas ran across the ship's corridors find where the Master at Arms and Clayton's bodyguard were taking Loki. The little boy liked the man. He told exciting stories and made his adoptive sister happy. Nicholas hadn't seen Elizabeth that happy since she was engaged to marry that stupid Clayton Royce. And Clayton saw that as well. He thought. Nicholas knew that Loki wouldn't steal anything that belonged to Clayton or to anyone. He would never do that to Elizabeth. But I have to be sure. And so that was why the young boy took it upon himself to follow the three men to get the truth out of Loki. He was going to prove it to Elizabeth that Loki was innocent.
Finally, down in the third class cabin corridors, Nicholas spotted them. He hid behind one of the corners and watched them. When Warner and the Master leave, I'll come out and speak to Loki, thought Nicholas.
Warner and the Master at Arms handcuffed Loki to a water pipe, when a crewman rushed in looking desperate and almost blurted to the Master at Arms.
"You're wanted by the Purser, sir. Urgently!" The crewman said completely out of breath, Lovejoy stared at the man stoically.
"Go on. I'll keep an eye on him." He said with a smirk, then he pulled a pearl handled Colt .45 automatic from under his coat. The Master at Arms nodded and tossed the handcuff key to Lovejoy, then walked out with the crewman in tow; Warner flipped the key in the air, smirking at Loki after catching it.
At the bridge the junior wireless operator was handing a message to Smith from the only ship that was receiving their emergency messages.
"Carpathia says they're making 17 knots, full steam for them, sir." Smith stared down at the message.
"And she's the only one who's responding?"
The operator nodded. "The only one close, sir. She says they can be here in four hours." Smith looked smitten.
"Four hours!" He excliamed. The enormity of it hit the captain like a sledgehammer blow. Tthere were not enough life boats but also the only ship that had responded to their distress signals was too far away for the survivors who wouldn't be lucky enough to get on a boat to have a chance to survive. It was all becoming a nightmare. Soon, the biggest ship in the world has ever known, would sink to the bottom of the ocean dragging down with it countless lives, and there was nothing that could be done to avoid that fate. Smith nodded in thanks, still stunned, "Thank you." He turned looking stiff as the operator walked out, and the Captain looked out onto the blackness.
"My God." He said to himself.
The boat deck was swarming with a crowd of uncertain passengers in all states of dress and undress, one first class woman was barefoot, others were in stockings, others were still in evening dresses while some were in bathrobes or pajamas. Most women were wearing lifebelts over velvet gowns, then on top of that they wore stoles, some brought jewels, others books, even small dogs with them not realizing that to bring those useless objects with them would be a waste of space that could be used to save a life. One of the crewmen spotted Smith and ran towards him, covering his ears to try to placate the buzzing noise coming from the steam boilers and the people behind him.
"Hadn't we better get the women and children first into the boats, sir?" He asked standing behind Smith who turned and simply nodded a bit abstractly. Noticing that his captain seemed to be mentally gone, the crewman simply nodded, knowing that it must have been a very hard hit to Smith who was on his retirement voyage to let the biggest ship in the world to sink. He turned and yelled to his fellow crewmen, "Right! Start the loading, women and children!"
In the middle of the deck, near the life boats, the unnerved crowd moved around looking disheveled but still there were some who had been unable to believe that the ship was indeed sinking. Most of the first class people were the ones by the life boat deck area and they often wondered about the goods they brought with them and how would they be delivered to them. Others who were more realistic only thought that it would be good enough just to step on land alive.
A group of musicians were setting up, under orders from the captain to help keep people calm by playing music. The first one, Wallace Hartley, raised his violin to play and nodded to the rest of the band that had been reassembled. Just outside the first class entrance, port side near where the officers were calling for the boats to be loaded; they started up a waltz, lively and elegant, for a moment it was as if the music was wafting all over the ship.
One of the crewmen stood in front of one of the lifeboats that was hanging parallel to the ship's wooden floor and yelled, "Ladies, please. Step into the boat."
He stared at the sudden silent crowd until one woman stepped timidly across the gap and into the boat looking terrified of the drop to the water far below, in the crowd some women were whispering to each other, "You watch. They'll put us off in these silly little boats to freeze, and we'll all be back on board by breakfast." While others sincerely doubted that whatever had been happening was some sort of survival exercise.
Clayton, the Ashfords, and Elizabeth came out of the doors that were near the band. They looked around and saw the people running around, some were slightly alarmed, others doubtful and others were in sheer panic. Then, Lady Ashford looked down at her side and her expression changed.
"Where's Nicholas? He was just beside me in the foyer!"
"Wonderful Margaret! You've managed to lose the boy during the middle of all this!" Lord Ashford growled.
"Don't you dare yell at me about this, Richard Ashford!" Lady Ashford snapped spitefully, then her faced sobered in panic. "We have to find him! Perhaps he went back to our rooms, not hearing what we were saying. Rosie, stay here-"
Lady Ashford turned back to find her missing son, but Lord Ashford took her by the arm, refusing to let her go; the firmness yet the gentleness of his hold surprises the older woman.
"No Margaret, stay here. I'll go back and find him." Lady Ashford looked uncertain. Lord Ashford saw this and her murmured gently, "Everything will be alright, I promise."
Lady Ashford smiled slightly and nodded. Squeezing her arm reassuringly, but before he left he left, Lady Ashford had cried out, "Richard!"
Lord Ashford turned back around, breathing heavily.
"Don't you dare come back without him!" Lady Ashford yelled. "Don't you dare come back without our son!"
Our son. Something changed in Lord Ashford when he heard those simple words leave his former wife's lips. Our son. It didn't matter anymore then if Nicholas came from a different man. Nicholas was an Ashford. He was raised as an Ashford. I raised him as my son. thought Lord Ashford. My son. He smiled slightly, and finally left and went back inside the foyer. As he searched, Lord Ashford couldn't help but think of the expression on Margaret's face. Something that he had never seen on her face before. It was fear.
In the steerage was chaos. Stewards were pushing their way through narrow corridors clogged with people that were carrying suitcases, duffel bags, children; some of them had lifebelts on others didn't, looking around a steward snarled.
"I told the stupid sods no luggage. Aw, bloody hell!" He said throwing up his hands at the sight of a family, loaded down with cases and bags, completely blocking the corridor.
Tommy and Quentin pushed past the stewards and going the other way, they reached a huge crowd that was gathered at the bottom of the main third class stairwell. Tommy pushed through the crowd with difficulty to the top of the staircase to see what was holding up the group. Behind him, Quentin cursed when they reached the top. There was a steel gate across the top of the stairs, with several stewards and seamen on the other side.
"Stay calm, please. It's not time to go up to the boats yet." One of the stewards yelled. Over on Tommy's left, a woman was standing with her two small children and their battered luggage.
"What are we doing, mummy?" Asked the little boy, At the sound of the curious little voice, Tommy looked down at the little one. His mother smiled down at her son.
"We're just waiting, dear. When they finish putting First Class people in the boats, they'll be startin' with us, and we'll want to be all ready, won't we?" Neither Tommy nor Quentin failed to notice the look of pure resignation and hopelessness on the woman's face; she knew that many of them weren't going to make it and that probably they were all going to die right where they stood because not even in a life threatening situation, they were not allowed to mix up with the first class.
"This is just not right." Tommy whispered, clenching his fist.
"This is not fair, there are women and children here!" He yelled at the steward, but his voice got lost in the constant background noise that was being made by the other people who were screaming about unfairness right behind him, and then Tommy felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Of course none of tis' is right bucko." Quentin said staring at Tommy's's eyes.
Outside, one boat was being pulled down while being less than half full, with only twenty eight aboard a boat that was made for sixty five people. As the boat was being pulled down to the icy black water of the Atlantic, the passengers were looking terrified, wondering if they had been better off left on the ship to sink with it or if it was better to risk a fall from over sixty feet to a body of water below freezing temperature and die anyways.
People were beginning to panic inside and out of the ship. The water was starting to be more and more noticed, soon to be coming from every possible direction. Many of the first class passengers had done nothing more than to run around in circles crying and yelling in panic above the deck not even realizing that in the decks below there was still people who weren't allowed to pass because they were of another class.
So this was how it was all going to end. He left Asgard and came Midgard, losing his powers in the process. He became an unwilling passenger on Titanic, rescued and fell in love with a girl, only hurting her in the end by lying about who he really was. Loki stared out one of the portholes which had submerged, looking apprehensively at the water rising up the glass. Inside the Master at Arms's office, the god was chained to one of the numerous water pipes that were located next to the porthole. Warner was sitting on the edge of a desk, putting a bullet on the desk and watching it roll across and fall off, picking up the bullet he glanced at Loki.
"You know... I believe this ship may sink." He smirked while standing up. "I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation..." He said as he stood in front of Loki, then he punched hard on the god's stomach, knocking the air out of him. If he'd had his powers, it wouldn't have hurt Loki. But without them, it hurt like hell.
"Compliments of Mr. Clayton Royce."
Warner walked away from Loki who was still hunching over and his face was twisted in pain. The valet flipped the handcuff key in the air catching it with his left hand then waving it at Lokis direction then putting the small metallic object in his pocket.
He walked out of the office leaving Loki still gasping for air. Nicholas, still in hiding, watch as Warner left the room and walked passed him. He waited several more minutes before he left his place behind the pillar, and sprinted down to the door. He knocked on it and yelled, "Mr. Martinsson, Mr. Martinsson! Are you in there?"
"Nicholas?" He heard. "Is that you?"
"Yes!"
"What are you doing down here? You shouldn't be here. Go back up now, before you've been noticed missing-"
"I must ask you something!"
"I don't think now is the time for that. Leave me alone-"
"I'm not leaving until I get my answer!"
'Stubborn kid!' Loki mentally thought and sighed. "What is it?"
"Did you steal from Clayton?" The little boy asked.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer the question, please! I need to know!"
"Why should it matter to you if I did or didn't?" Was Loki's bitter reply. "It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me! Please, Mr. Martinsson!" Nicholas pleaded. "Lizzie needs to know."
It was for some time. Finally, "No, I didn't steal anything. They must've put it in my pocket when I wasn't looking." This made the little boy sigh in relief.
"Thought so," He replied. "Now I have find someone to get you out of here and tell Lizzie. I'll be right back!"
"Nicholas, no! Don't do that! Nicholas come back! Nicholas!" But Loki's cries were ignored and unheard of.
At the port side, another boat was loading even more women and children. Standing near to it were Clayton, Lady Ashford, Rosie, and Elizabeth. Clayton had taken the duty of looking around, waiting for the opportune time to pay up to one of the officers so that he and the Ashfords and Elizabeth may have the chance to board up one of the boats together without any trouble. The officers that were near them yelled every once in awhile, "Women and children only! Sorry sir, no men yet." Above the sinking ship, a rocket bursts overhead, lighting the crowd, startled faces turned upward with fear now in their eyes. Just then, Lord Ashford came up to them, looking ashen and worried. Elizabeth watched the farewells taking pace right in front of her as they stepped closer to the boat. Husbands were saying goodbye to their wives and children, lovers and friends parted. Nearby, Molly was seen getting a reluctant woman to board the boat.
"Come on, you heard the man. Get in the boat." She said extending her hand to the scared woman. Just then, Lord Ashford came up to them, looking ashen and worried.
"I couldn't find him anywhere," He sighed. "He wasn't in the room or anywhere else in first class."
"But he has to be here!" Lady Ashford was near hysterics.
"I'll continue to look for him with Clayton's help, and we'll see him off on the next boat. Good heavens! Will the lifeboats be seated according class? I hope they're not too crowded-" Lord Ashford began to say only to be stopped all of the sudden by a very infuriated Elizabeth, who after hearing him, had wanted nothing more than to hit him across the face.
"Oh Lord Ashford, shut up!" the young woman yelled, leaving Lord Ashford frozen and with his mouth open.
"Don't you understand?" Elizabeth hissed, looking straight into his eyes. "The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats... not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die."
"Not the better half," Clayton sneered. The cold black eyes of the rich man stared down at Elizabeth; and it was then the young woman realized that Clayton may have just paid to one of the crew men to allow them to board the boat.
Elizabeth's face lost all color in a second, as it hit her like a thunderbolt that Loki was third class. God or no god, he didn't stand a chance; then another thought hit her, filling her with Nicholas's voice: "Loki would never do that to us, I know it! And you know that too! He didn't do anything! And I'm going to prove it." Oh god! thought Elizabeth. Another rocket bursted overhead, bathing her stricken face in white light. Elizabeth clenched her fist and yelled, "You son of a bitch."
"No, I want to stay here until Nicholas is found." Lady Ashford said and turned to Molly. "Molly, Rosie is in your care on that boat until we see each other again."
Molly nodded her head in understanding and reached for the little girl. "Come on, darlin'. You're gonna stay with me for a little while."
"Mummy, I don't want to!" Rosie started to cry as she was wrenched away from her mother's arms. "I wanna stay with you and Daddy! Mama please!"
"It's only goodbye for a little while," Lady Ashford reassured, though her voice was starting to crack with emotion. Seeing this, Lord Ashford immediately stepped up smiled reassuringly at his youngest child.
"Everything will be alright, Rosebud. Once Mummy and Daddy find your brother, we'll take the boat and we'll all be a family again," Lord Ashford leaned over and gave his daughter a kiss on the forhead. "Now, promise me you'll be a big girl for Mummy and I, and you'll do everything Mrs. Brown says?"
Rosie let out a few tears, but she sucked it up and nodded her head mutely. Elizabeth turned awat from the heartwrenching scene, starting to feel tears of her to form. When the boat started to lower away, Elizabeth took that time to leave the group.
"Elizabeth, where are you going?" Lady Ashford yelled.
"I think I know where Nicholas is! I'll be right back." Elizabeth cried back and started to sprinted.
Knowing what she truly meant, Clayton went after her. He managed to grab Elizabeth's arm but she pulled free and continued to run away through the crowd. Clayton ran behind behind the young woman and finally caught up to her, grabbing Elizabeth again, but this time more roughly.
"Where are you going? To him?" Clayton asked venomously. "Is that it? To be a whore to that gutter rat?"
Elizabeth glared into Clayton's eyes that were giving away his fury.
"I'd rather be his whore than your wife!" She clenched her jaw, feeling how Clayton was squeezing her arm viciously while trying to pull her back toward the lifeboat. Elizabeth lifted her fist and summoning all her strength, she landed a blow on Clayton's face. The heir had no other option than to let go with a curse and Elizabeth ran into the crowd.
Elizabeth ran through the clusters of people, looking back every once in a while. Having a furious Clayton coming after her was not good but Elizabeth knew how to hide. She ran breathlessly up to two proper looking men.
"That manover there tried to take advantage of me in the crowd! Please help me!" She said pointing at Clayton; they turned to see the furious looking man running towards them. Elizabeth started to run on as the two men grabbed Clayton, effectively restraining him and allowing the young woman to run through the first class deck entrance.
Clayton broke free and ran after her; he reached the entrance, but he ran into a knot of alarmed people that were coming out; he tried in vain to push rudely through them, but after a moment of struggle he managed to pass and he ran ino the first class foyer and down to the landing, pushing past the gentlemen and ladies who were filling up the stairs. He scanned the A-deck foyer over and over but Elizabeth was nowhere to be seen. She was gone. Then, Clayton felt someone grab his arm and roughly turned him around. It was Lord Ashford.
"Richard, thank god! We must find Elizabeth. We must do something with her! She's gone utterly mad-" But before Clayton could finish what he was trying to say, Lord Ashford punched him squarely in the jaw; he felt a little bit of blood oozing from his mouth.
"I think she's perfectly fine if you asked me," Was all Lord Ashford said.
Loki pulled on the pipe with all his strength but it wasn't budging. He turned his head to the door as he heard a gurgling sound- water was pouring under the door, spreading rapidly across the floor.
"Damn it!" He swore while trying to pull one hand out of the cuffs, working until the skin on his wrist felt raw. "... that's not going to work."
Loki looked all over the place, trying to locate something that may be of any help to him but he couldn't find anything.
"Help! Somebody Please! Can anybody hear me?" He yelled, but after a moment of pure silence in which he hoped in vain to get an answer from anyone. He was getting anxious. He knew that somehow his end was near. He may have been a god, but without his powers and magic, his immortality was temporarily gone as well. It was all over.
Outside was deserted. The floor had flooded a couple of inches deep, and Loki's voice came out faintly through the door, but there was no one to hear it.
Far from there, at one of the numerous first class corridors, Thomas Andrews was opening stateroom doors, checking that people were out.
"Anyone in here?" he asked while popping his head in through an elegant looking door He saw Elizabeth running up to him looking, completely breathless.
"Mr. Andrews, thank God!" She exclaimed, panting. "Where would the Master at Arms take someone under arrest?"
Andrews frowned, worried. "What? You have to get to a boat right away!"
"No! I'll do this with or without your help, sir. But without it will take longer." The engineer looked down at Elizabeth.
"Why would you want to go there?" he asked.
"I cannot say for now, just please tell me how to get there!" The young woman pleaded and Andrews sighed in defeat. He knew that it was impossible to stop Elizabeth once she made up her mind.
"Take the elevator to the very bottom, go left, down the crewman's passage, then make a right." Closing her eyes, Elizabeth repeated the directions she had just been given.
"Bottom, left, right. I have it." Elizabeth nodded and walked away quickly.
"Hurry, Elizabeth!" Andrews glanced after the retreating young woman.
Elizabeth continued on her way, way she heard someone calling her name. She turned around and Nicholas running up to her.
"I told you he was innocent, Lizzie!" Nicholas grinned.
Elizabeth merely shook her head and said, "Nicholas! Go back to the boat deck and your parents are waiting for you-"
"I'm coming with you!"
"No you are definitely not-"
"But I promised him!" The little boy pouted. "Please Lizzie, we need to hurry!"
He was right. Having nothing else to argue with, Elizabeth took Nicholas's hand and the sprinted down the corridor. They ran up as the last elevator operator was closing up his lift to leave.
"Sorry miss, lifts are closed—" Without thinking, Elizabeth grabbed him and shoved him back into the lift.
"I'm through with being polite, goddamnit!" Elizabeth yelled enraged as Nicholas watched on in awe! "I may never be polite the rest of my life! Now Take. Me. Down!"
The operator fumbled to close the gate and start the lift.
"Nicholas?" said Elizabeth.
"Yes Lizzie?" replied Nicholas.
"Let's not ever mention this to your mother, deal?"
"Deal!" Nicholas nodded his head vigorously. Through the wrought iron door of the elevator car, Elizabeth and Nicholas could see the decks going past. The lift goes slower and suddenly ice cold water was swirling around their legs, making them scream in surprise, and so did the operator. The car had landed in a foot of freezing water, shocking Elizabeth but still not managing to stop her. She clawed the door open and splashed out; the lift went back up, behind the pair as Elizabeth looked around.
"Left, crew passage-" She said to herself. she spotted it and leading Nicholas, sloshed down the flooded corridor. The place was understandably deserted so she realized she and Nicholas were on their own, "Right, right... right." She turned into a cross-corridor, splashing down the hall seeing a row of doors on each side.
"Loki?" She called. "Lokiiiiii?"
Inside the Master at Arms office, Loki was hopelessly pulling on the pipe again, straining until his face turned red. He collapsed back on the bench, realizing he was basically dammed to die right there, cuffed to a water pipe and blamed for something he didn't even do.
Then, he heard a voice through the door. The voice was faint but clear, but he realized he had heard that voice somewhere before. Closing his eyes and smiling. He actually did it! After the voice called his name again, he lifted his head.
"Elizabeth…" he whispered. That mean Elizabeth wasn't so far from where he was and was looking for him. There was just one thing he could d: yell back so that she could find him.
"Elizabeth! In here! I'm HERE!" he yelled while making as much noise as he could with the cuff's chains and the water pipe.
Down in the hall, Elizabeth heard Loki's voice behind her. Spinning around, they ran back, locating the right door and pushing it open, creating a small wave. Elizabeth and Nicholas moved as fast as as they could, splashing water all over the place; while doing so, Elizabeth threw herself at Loki who did his best to put his arms around her.
"I told I'd tell her!" Nicholas exclaimed with a cheeky grin.
"Loki! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Elizabeth aplogize while kissing the god, who was happily kissing the mortal woman back.
"That man Warner put it in my pocket." Loki said.
"I know, I know." Elizabeth said moving his head frantically while landing more kisses down Loki's face, and after a moment they looked at each other. Unfortunately, the moment had to be ended when Nicholas made a sound in his throat, breaking the two out their reverie.
"See if you can find a key for these, try those drawers. It's a little brass one." Loki explained. Elizabeth nodded and kissed his face and hugged him again one last time, then started to go through the desk.
After a moment of only hearing Elizabeth cursing while looking for the key, Loki asked, "Despite Nicholas telling... how did you find out I didn't do it?"
Elizabeth glanced at the god .
"I didn't." she smiled while looking at him. "I just realized I already knew. Loki... I also realized that I didn't care if you did or didn't do it, or if you're a god or not- I love you either way."
"You're the god Loki?" Nicholas guffawed looking up Loki in surpise, but then grinned. "That is so AWESOME!"
But the older two didn't hear the young boy. They shared a look, and then Elizabeth went back to ransacking the room, searching in drawers and cupboards. Loki and Nicholas saw movement out the porthole and glanced out.
A lifeboat had just hit the surface of the water.
"This is getting bad." Nicholas whispered.
And it was about to get even worse.
I wanted to make Nicholas's role bigger for this and chapter 9, and I think I succeeded. Anyway, that's all for now. Plz look forward on at least Easter Sunday or Monday;)