Author's Note:This chapter will have flashbacks. I'm fast-forwarding a few months but don't worry, the flashbacks will be detailed. Read at your own risk, and enjoy!

(Thank you for being patient.)

Chapter 10: Painful Thoughts All Around

She stood in her mirror, saddened by what she saw. Turning at different angles, you could still see her scars. Some of them ran up her neck, others could be seen on her shoulders. But her back, looked as if it had been mauled by a bear. Four months had passed since she was whipped by the man who claimed to love her. Four months since her king savagely whipped, tortured, and raped her.

A knock came at her door. "You may enter, friend." Volstagg came into the room, belly first. His gaze deepened when he saw her exposed back. "Could you help me please, it still hurts to..." "Of course, my lady." He walked over and slowly laced up the back of her dress, being careful not to tie it too tight. When he was done, he gently traced the scars that came up onto her neck. His touch reminded her of Thor...no. She shook her head to get the thought of him out. "Are you okay, my lady?" "Hmm? Yes. Just, thinking of what has been prepared to eat." She knew the mention of food would get him to go faster. He held his arm out for her, "My lady," "Thank you," she replied as she looped her own arm into his.

Celestrial walked arm in arm with Volstagg to lunch. There, she was greeted by a smiling Sif, a hungover Fandral, and the usual grim face of Hogun. "How fair you, my lady?" Forcing a smile onto her face, "I am well, thank you Hogun." She sat down as the others followed suit. "So," asked Sif, "do you keep having these nightmares?" Keeping her eyes on her plate, Cellie answered, "I have told you, they are not nightmares. I swear I can see him, and I know what he is doing. Heimdall sees it, but he won't tell me the truth." "You must be imagining things my lady," Fandral looked up from his empty plate, "why would he do anything like that?" She quickly stood and yelled, "I am not some over emotional girl with an over active imagination! I know what I see is real, and he is breaking my heart!" She stormed out of the room to find Loki. She did not want to see him, but he would have an answer to her dreams. It took her a few minutes to get where she needed to be, and noticed she was a little light headed. Walking up to the throne room doors, she got dizzy.

"Now, my love," he said with that low growl in his throat, "Now, you shall know true pain." She could feel his manhood through his pants as he pressed himself against her hips. He started slowly rocking his hips, as if to tease her. He then slid his hands down to remove the cloth barrier. He tossed his pants, and undergarments to the side, then hungrily licked his lips. Unable to scream, she started to sob. His continuous, hard movements was pressing her back into the bed with each thrust. He moaned with pleasure as he remembered how delightful she felt against him. The first time, he took her virginity. This time, she was just as tight. He came rather quickly this time. After a moment's rest, he got up, and flipped her over. "Ready for round two?"

She looked up from where she was on the ground, and met the eyes of a palace guard. "My lady, are you alright? You fell pretty hard," he asked with concern in his voice. "Yes, thank you. Can you help me up? I need to speak with the king." She held up her hand as he gently pulled her to her feet. She thanked the guard again as she opened the grand doors. There he sat on the throne, with Frigga whispering in his ear. Loki looked up, smiled, and dismissed his mother. "My lady, what brings you to my hall? I haven't seen or heard from you in quite some time. It must be serious." Keeping eye contact, "I have come with questions, of something I do not understand." With question flashing across his eyes, he stood and watched the visibly nervous woman shake. "Tell me everything."

Cellie paused as Loki sat back down, "Well, go on." She fiddled with her hands. "I have been having these dreams, but I think they are more like visions or something like that." "And what troubles you about them?" "Well," she said with tears in her eyes, "I see Thor, powerless, on Midgard..." "My lady, that is but a dream." "He is with a woman. They drink, laugh, hug, and even prepare food together. She is rather plain as is her name, Jane. I am afraid is he growing to love her." She started to cry. Loki saw this as an opportunity. "Oh my, Cellie, this is like what Heimdall has been telling me. We didn't want to tell you, because it would break your heart." She cried harder, "So it is true?" "Yes. I am so sorry. I don't know how he could turn against someone so beautiful, so sweet." He stroked her face, and ran his hand along her neck. He jerked his hand back a little when he felt something on her shoulder. He looked and saw a scar as his eyes widened. He remembered that night.

He positioned her onto her hands and knees, facing away from him. Placing himself behind her, he let himself slide into her already wet tenderness. He grabbed onto her back, using it as leverage to push deeper inside her. She screamed her muffled screams, as he dug his nails into her wounds. Her body started to shake with her crying and screaming. Again, he soon reached climax. But he continued, enjoying the sensation. She was so tight, and the seed he had already spilled just made the ride smoother. He knew the drink played a role, and it may not feel this way again without it, so he took pleasure in every moment.

"I am so sorry, my love," he gently spoke. She looked up at him, "What are you apologizing for?" "You should know..." he trailed off as he looked at her shoulder. She followed his gaze and realized what he meant. "Don't. Just, don't." She started to walk away, but he grabbed her shoulder to turn her around. "Ow!" She quickly held her hand to the pain, "That still hurts!" "I'm..I'm sorry, I didn't..." She ran off before he could apologize. He really didn't mean to hurt her. He didn't know something like that could still hurt. She ran to her room, slammed her door, and slumped to the floor. None of this would have happened if Thor hadn't been so damn proud. Her back started to ache, so she drew herself a bath.

With every scratch, blood came from her back. When he saw blood on his upper arm however, he stopped. Looking down, he noticed she was bleeding too much. He quickly got up and untied her. She immediately passed out on her belly as he got dressed. He cleaned her best he could, and left her. When he got back to his own chambers, he sat on the edge of his bed, and laughed. "Now, I have had her, but Thor still cannot have her. My goodness, what have I done? She will never look at me again..."

She dipped herself into the hot water, filled with calming lavender oil. Her mind kept flashing to that mortal woman. She was not mad at her however, for she was unaware that the man she was chasing is betrothed. Thor was the one she was furious with. He was one day away from marrying the woman he had been with since childhood, and now was practically living with this mortal. Her thoughts could have kept going, but she couldn't stay in the hot water for too long. She got out and slipped into a pale green lounge gown. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw food on her table. There was a note, so she read it as she bit into a soft peach.

"You never ate breakfast, and you left before you could eat your lunch. You know you need to eat. Please, you need to take care of yourself.

-Sif"

She smiled at the gesture and sat down. It was a mix of large fruits, hard cheeses, and some chicken. Finally full, Cellie decided to reply to her father's latest letter.

"Father,

Thank you for your concern. But really, I am fine. Tell mother I am thrilled that she is to visit in a few months. I am still uncertain of how safe it is here, at least for now. I finally talked to our king about my dreams. He believes they are visions of what is really happening. Nothing else was mentioned. Other than helping Frigga with what she needs, palace life is actually kind of dull. I wish you were here now. Tell everybody, including aunt Isaura and uncle Preston, that I love them. I will see you in three months.

-your Cel."

Satisfied with her letter, she stepped into the hallway to give it to a servant. They happily took it, and she went back into her room. She sat at her vanity, admiring the necklace her mother had given her so many years ago. She could not wear it anymore, for it hurt the back of her neck. At the mention of Loki, she knew she would have to talk to him again. She wish she did not have to, but it had to be done. Not knowing how much longer she could wait, she slipped into a more comfortable, light purple dress. Passing her mirror, she paused for a moment to look at herself. She turned to the side, then to the back. She sighed, "Well, here goes nothing..." She placed a hand to her slightly swollen belly before walking out of her room, and closing the door.

Author's Note: Yep. Don't act so surprised. You knew this was coming. But what else is going to happen? Who knows? I may go all M. Night on you guys! (although I know EXACTLY what is going to happen) MUAHAHAAA! Love you guys, keep reading/reviewing/and loving! And please be patient, I'm working a lot right now. I will post as often as I can! Thanks!