Loki remained silent. There was nothing he could do, at least not at the moment. Stepping away from them, he went to wash his hands as the Healers and Cila cleaned her up. Frigga too stepped away and went to Lady Sif and Thor, "Lady Sif," she wanted an explanation. "Did you attack her?"
"I did. Only under the circumstances she would do the same. I was teaching her-" Lady Sif was stopped when Frigga scoffed, "Teaching her?" there was a tone of annoyance. "Teach her what?"
"Mother, that was my bidding." Thor had finally spoken.
"Thor, what did you do?" she said with grief in her tone.
"Loki and I agreed that she would do well with some self-defense. It only seemed natural."
"Natural?" Frigga couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Thor said you had given us permission." Loki added.
"Permission? I gave no permission."
"If she is to roam our halls and stay with us, is it not right that she learns to fight and be-"
"Thor, she is a fighter in different ways, but not like this! She is a fighter in words, in her beliefs, in her principles! Not a fighter in war!" she said with fright in her tone.
"We believed it was a benefit for her. You had said so yourself, she is a fighter, I was under the impression that it was physical not verbal."
"She fought to defend herself, not for play. And her opponents were nothing like us. They were humans, who attacked her." Frigga told them, as they all remained silent. This was news to Thor and Sif, Loki on the other hand had known about this.
"Humans, attacking her? Why?" he said with disbelief,
"Do you not remember how quick a human went down when you punched them?" Frigga asked them. "Do you not remember what it took to fight a human and be beaten so easily?" she asked them as she paused and waited for an answer but there was none.
"It didn't take much strength and you know were never on your knees because of a human." She answered for him. "I see the good intentions but you must remember, she's not made to fight."
"She can be. I've seen it." Loki quietly said, causing to turn their attentions to him. "How would you have known? If you are referring to when she first arrived, that was different." She said to him.
"No, it wasn't-" he thought better than to continue. There would be questions from Frigga if he explained the night she bonded with him. "We must tread carefully. Especially with humans. You and Loki had agreed to protect her, do not break that promise."
Looking at Sif, "I understand your intentions, but you must know your limits, Sif. You are a great warrior but you must know restraint and discipline when it comes to humans."
Sif bowed her head and kept her eyes down, "I am sorry my Queen. It shall never happen again."
"It shan't. Y our lessons will be resume when she awakes and that is, if she awakes. However, if she does, it'll take much longer for her to trust us again."
"Just when we had her at her best." Thor agreed.
"Then we must do our best so that she may see the good in us." Frigga told them as she walked back to Cila and the Healers, who were tending to a comatose Rowena.
For the rest of the night, everyone retreated back to their chambers, all except Loki. He couldn't sleep he was restless. Something wasn't right. He felt as if he was free from the bonds but still there was some sort of thin string holding on. Roaming around the Library, he was practicing his spells, waiving his hands and burning a book then extinguishing it with ease, and with no damage to the book. At times, he would turn a book into an animal and go back to being a book. At times he would rummage through the books and scan through them to find the answers. Why was he still connected? Or was he? Was the bond gone?
Still there was nothing but a faint beating of her heart. There was nothing he could do and yet, he wanted to. He wanted out. Loki wanted to pull that last thin string and rip it apart. To be separated from her and let her go. Though, something was nagging him to stay.
Again he closed his eyes to try and find her but he couldn't.
For the next few days Rowena remained in her coma, which placed everyone and especially Frigga in fear. Odin was convinced that she had passed but her body was still fighting. Frigga, in secrecy, asked Loki if he could still feel the connection but he told her it was faint. Frigga knew if she had passed, the connection would break or she assumed. It may be different between a God and Human but it had to work the same way.
Frigga would visit Rowena in her bed, she had no color on her face but she wasn't pale as death. Taking Cila's advice, she knew that recovery was key and rest was important. Frigga was forever grateful that Cila was there at the right place at the right time.
Thor and Loki were surprised to see him when he very rarely visited.
Cila's came from a realm called, Horran. Horran was home to many powerful beings and their magic is very powerful. In the past, they were in conflict and fighting over resources in different planets and galaxy's. Both realms, Horran and Asgard, powerful and majestic in their own ways, they fought for leadership from the other realms. In time, Odin's father won and banished them from becoming one of the protectors of the realms. They had so much to offer and so much to teach, but they knew where they were not needed.
Ions passed and Frigga convinced Odin to send out the olive branch and let them resolve their conflicts and work together. Odin couldn't agree, until Loki went to Horran and made peace with them. Loki negotiated with the King, whom was very rarely seen and Cila being the son of the King and an ambassador to Horran. Loki and Cila had found they had more in common, than just a kingdom. They had magic. To say that they were friends was something they would both never admit. More like comrades in magic. Cila and Loki exchanged spells and books, eventually, leading to Frigga. Frigga took a great liking to Cila, though Odin, was reluctant. It was not easy to befriend a King whose father waged war against Asgard.
In time, the conflict had resolved but had not made a truce to unite kingdoms; they were in talks, the politics that were involved were a little more than messy, especially after years of fighting and banishment.
For Thor, Cila was an enigma. He could display himself very regal and powerful but would sound indifferent and detached to things that did not interest him. Cila was cunningly smart though, not like Loki, he did it without magic. It was easy as determining the personality or the life of a person, he could see their flaws and their strengths, which was easy enough to use against them or to empower. All he did was look at them. His appearance alone was enough to make people lure in to him, with his dark black curly hair, his blue-green shiny eyes and his smile that rose with his high cheekbones, women were quickly attracted to it, but would be easily put off the moment he opened his mouth.
Yet, he was very reserved with the Odisons. He was trying to make peace, not conflict. It was rare that he had any respect for anyone or very rarely gave it to anyone carelessly but he had the greatest respect for Frigga. After all it was she who started the idea of making a truce with Horran.
Later that night. . .
Cila walked into the healing room to check on his patient. The quiet but sleeping-like-death patient laid there. Her Midgard clothes were gone and wore a simple white tunic.
Grabbing her hand he looked at the rings she wore, they were simply worthless but they were unique in design. Running his hands up her arms in a smooth way. The color of her skin was a very light tan color but easy enough to see her veins as he traced them. There were a few patched of discolored skin and strange smoothness, like she had been burned. Her arms had a slight purple color, it was a bruising of where Sif had punched her and she blocked it. Tracing the bruise in a soft manner, causing her to get goosebumps. He felt them rise and his cupid lips gave a smirk, as he closed in to her shoulder, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Slowly he traced his hands to her neck, then to her ears. They were small but it framed her face so well. Her coma body reacted when her ear twitched.
Leaning in to look at her face he stroked her cheek, they had no color, the last time he saw her she had color on her face.
Tracing her lips with his fingers his green-blue eyes looked at her pale soft pink lips, they were slightly parted. He saw that she had a scar on her left temple but the hair hid it. Gently, he moved her hair apart a little and traced it. It was about almost the length of his middle finger and he had long fingers. Rowena had nice skin, it wasn't flawless like the Asgardians maidens, but those little spots and a few marks seem to make up her beauty. It was evident that she doesn't try hard to look beautiful because in Cila's opinion, she didn't need it.
Unbuttoning part of her Tunic, on her right side he could see a scab where her stab wound was. It was strange that it would scab; but remembered that it was the human's way of healing themselves.
Up close, he could see she had many small scars on her arms and on part of her body. Lifting up her tunic to reveal where he had cut her by her ribs, the nano's had repaired part of the skin but it was taking a while for her body to repair the rest of it. It had also turned a purple and blue color. Tender to the touch when he pressed on it.
Tracing the cut, his finger trailed near her breast and saw they were very ample and perky. Quickly he moved away from it and followed down to her waist and hipbone. If he remembered correctly, humans would say she had a body for rearing a child.
Cila could see that she wasn't as small as most Harron woman; she wasn't athletic as the Asgardian women. Rowena was curvy in her own way, short but curvy and athletic to the human standards, she was active and he could see it in her body. Her forearms were strong and so were her legs. Rowena's leg twitched as she inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. Her chest rose and fell.
And then, Cila's remembered something from his time in earth long ago. Slowly he leaned with his ear to her chest to her right. He waited to hear something but there was nothing, except her breathing. Again, he leaned in and placed the weight of his head on her chest again, looking up at her face as she slept. Still there was nothing. Placing his hand on her chest he waited to feel the bump and there it was. Moving swiftly to the right side, he placed his head on her chest on the right side, shifting his head a little more to the middle by her breast and then he heard it.
"The heart." He whispered with a smile. Placing his hands on her arms to press his head a little more on her chest and closing his eyes, it was the sweetest sound and one he had not heard in a long time. A footstep had interrupted his moment. Opening his eyes quickly he saw a Healer walk in but had vanished.
Rowena was still in the same position, undisturbed and untouched.
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Cila? Yay or nay? Quite the interesting person. Let me know what you think.
