Drama time! Ehehehehehehe!
"WHAT?" Isabel literally screeched as she joined her sister's side. "YOUR WATERS HAVE BROKEN?!"
"I think so!" Kate replied. She was on her knees. Examining the opening between Anne's legs- the P.E shorts pulled down- Kate nodded in confirmation.
"She's fully dilated. She must have been in labour all day!"
"That's what the pains must have been!" Anne gasped, gritting her teeth.
"Oh f*ck!" Hermia groaned. "What are we going to do?!"
"Rosaline!" Kate turned to her. "Go get Warwick! The teacher! Anyone!"
"Already on it!" Rosaline replied, climbing to her feet and rushing off up the hill towards the school.
Kate grabbed Sigyn as she ran past. "Sigyn! Didin't you say that you work in midwifery in Norway?"
"A little…" Sigyn mumbled.
In Asgard, she helped out with the similar tasks of a midwife nurse for the Queen. She hadn't mastered it yet.
"Then help us with the baby!" Kate cried, pushing her towards Anne. Sigyn licked her dry lips in anxiety. She opened up Anne's legs. "Okay, Anne…" she mumbled. "You're ready to push. On the count of three, I want you to push really hard for me, okay?"
Anne nodded, grabbing Isabel's hands.
"One. Two. Three. PUSH!"
Anne grabbed Hermia's hand with her other free hand and pushed. She let out a scream.
"That's good!" Sigyn praised. "Again!"
One. Two. Three.
Anne screamed.
"I can see the head!" Kate yelled.
"C'mon, Anne! Another push!"
One. Two. Three.
"It's coming out!"
"One last push, Anne!"
One. Two. Three.
The baby came out on Kate's jumper that they were using as a towel. Picking it up by the leg, Kate slapped the baby on its bright pink buttocks. The baby let out a loud wail.
"It's a boy!" Sigyn cried, tears pouring down her face in happiness
Anne let out a cry of relief and rested her head on Isabel's chest. He hair was damp with sweat. Hermia squeezed her hand.
"What a pair of lungs!" she marvelled.
"Wrap him up, quickly!" Sigyn instructed.
They cut the umbilical cord with a pair of scissors used for cutting cloth in Textiles that Isabel had, and they tied it up with some string that she had as well.
They handed the crying bundle to Anne, who instinctively clasped it to her chest, tears pouring down her face from relief and exhaustion.
Just then, Hal and Loki and Thor came running past.
"Hey, girls, what's the matter? What's wr- OH MY GOD!"
Hal fainted on the spot, as did Thor. Loki looked at the two, and then back at the others.
"What a bunch of cowards…" he snickered.
"Loki!" Sigyn cried in relief. "You have to get us to school, quickly!"
"Pet, how can I get you to school from here? I don't have a car!"
Through telepathy, Sigyn hissed:
"Magic, Loki!"
"Little Bird, you know that I can't use magic in front of them like this!"
"Uh, Loki, you can manipulate their minds into believing whatever you say! Remember?"
On the outside, Loki grinned.
"Ah… Thank you for reminding me, Little Bird…"
He clapped his hands together. "Girls! Get ready to run."
"Wha?" Anne moaned in confusion and tiredness. "How?"
"Just do what I say."
Kate picked up the baby. She thrust it towards Loki. "Anne needs to hold onto us," she said. "So you have to hold the baby."
Loki's eyes widened.
Through his mind, pictures of fires, screams and death rushed through his head at once.
"Hold the brat, Trickster!" It purred in his mind. "And become its murderer!"
Loki backed away.
"No!" he snapped. "I can't!"
"It's just a baby, Loki!" Kate responded, rolling her eyes. "He won't bite."
"No…" Loki backed further away. "No. Let Sigyn hold it."
"You'll lose her, Trickster. Better not. If we held it- if the Gods held it- we'd curse it and us for eternity! Ehehehehehe!"
"Better yet, you hold it!" Loki suddenly said, his eyes wide.
Kate withdrew the baby. She raised an eyebrow at the quivering adult- almost adult. "Okay…" she murmured. "Whatever floats your boat…"
Just then, Warwick came rushing down the hill, behind him came Rosaline.
"Anne!" Warwick cried, falling down beside his daughters. "What has happened? Rosaline says that you're in labour! How?!"
"How else?" Loki snickered. Sigyn elbowed him sharply.
"Meet your grandson, Dad…" Anne smiled weakly, motioning to the bundle held in Kate's arms.
Warwick was in shock.
"Get her in the car…" he ordered in a monotone voice. "We're off to the hospital."
"Not again!" Loki groaned, resulting being elbowed again and shushed by Sigyn.
Warwick turned to Hal and Thor lying flat on the floor.
"I presume they fainted?" he sighed.
The girls nodded.
"Wake them up," was all he said, picking Anne up and walking up the hill to the school.
Loki slapped Thor hard around the face, whooping in glee. "I've always wanted to do that!" he hooted.
Hermia bent down and shook Hal awake. "Come on, Hal," she urged. "We're off to hospital again."
"Not again.." Hal groaned, lying his head back down on the ground.
"Yes," Hermia said. "Come on. Get up."
She helped the young king to his feet. Loki pulled Thor up off the ground.
"Come along, brother," he grinned. "You're off back to hospital again!"
Thor screamed and fainted again with a loud thud.
Loki turned to Sigyn. "What is it with him and hospitals?" he complained.
"Beats me," Sigyn shrugged. "Slap him again, Loki."
Loki grinned.
"It'll be my pleasure, Pet…"
In the hospital, Anne and the baby were rushed into intensive care. The baby was placed in an incubator and checked over for tests for anything serious. Anne was monitored constantly by doctors.
Eventually, the baby was found fit and healthy, and Anne wasn't in any critical danger. However, the doctors wanted to keep them in for a few nights just to be safe.
"I want answers…" Warwick growled. "And I want them now. Who's his father?"
Anne looked up at her father from where she lay with her son in her arms. "I don't know, Father…"
"Don't know? Don't know?! Who did you sleep with?!"
"Father!" Isabel cried. "Anne never sleeps around with anyone! You know that!"
"It wasn't my fault…" Anne murmured. "Edouard raped me and-"
"What?" Warwick spat. "He RAPED you? When?"
"In August. Last year."
"Obviously…" Loki snickered. Sigyn elbowed him again.
"We all went out one night," Anne said. "And everyone went home. I decided to go for a walk-"
"F*ck…" Ned murmured.
"And he grabbed hold of me as I turned around the corner. He raped me in the alleyway and that's all. I don't want to speak about it anymore."
She looked down at her sleeping son.
"If he's the father, then I don't want to blame my boy for it. He's innocent."
"How did you get away?" Warwick asked coldly.
"Geoff found me."
Eyes whirled to Geoffrey, who sat on a chair in the shadows in the corner of the room. He grinned- a lot like Loki, actually…
"Yeah, I found her. I beat the stuffing out of the prat and then took Anne here home. She made me swore not to tell anyone-"
He turned to Richard.
"Even you, Gloucester."
Richard looked down and then up at Anne. "So that's why you were so distant lately… That's why you always looked so frightened, with your hand on your stomach." He motioned to the baby. "That's what that kick was…"
Anne didn't say anything.
Warwick stood up. "When I find that scumbag…" he growled. "He and his mother are going to regret ever crossing with me!"
"Ooh, goodie!" Loki tittered. "Mischief time!"
"No mischief!" Warwick yelled. "Or hammer time either!"
"Awwww!" the two Odinsons moaned.
"We need to find out who his father is, pronto!" Ned urged, pointing to the sleeping baby. "He needs his daddy."
"We should do DNA tests," Tudor said, "ASAP!"
"As if we didn't already know that…" Loki muttered, gaining another prod from Sigyn's elbow.
"Well, we need to!" Tudor retorted.
"I know we need to!" Loki snapped back. "But it's pretty obvious, Tulip!"
"Kitten!" Tudor mocked. "Snake!"
"Sheep Shagger!"
"Worm!"
"Ass!"
"Murderer!"
At that, Loki went cold. The colour drained from his face.
"You heard me!" Tudor growled. "I saw you cause the prison fire with your weird voodoo magic that night! I know more than you think, Odinson! Or is that Laufeyson?..."
Loki stood as cold and still as a statue on a winter's evening.
"He knows, Trickster! Kill him! Kill him now!" It barked inside his mind.
"You're not really human, are you?" Tudor snarled. He pulled out a book that read: "Norse Gods and Tales of Mythology". He flicked through the pages and stopped on one that had Loki's name on it. He held it out. "This is you, isn't it?"
Thor grabbed the book and read the page. "Loki Laufeyson," he read, "adopted by Odin Allfather at the end of the last Great War. Is really a Jotun-"
He looked up at Loki. "What is this?" he laughed. "Drivel! We have no relation with these "Gods"!
"Oh really?" Tudor retorted, snatching back the book. He flicked through some more pages and stopped on one again. He held it up. "Then why are you here in this picture?"
Thor and Loki peered in to get a closer look. It was a picture of Thor- what looked like a picture of Thor- standing there in what looked like Victorian clothing next to a man unveiling the first tube train in London dated 1863.
Loki looked at Thor, shocked.
"Oh…" Thor mumbled. "That."
"You're doomed, Trickster, ehehehehehe!" It sneered. "The only way to keep his mouth shut is to kill him!"
Loki shook his head. He suddenly felt dizzy. His eyes clouded and went into the back of his head.
He fell to the floor and everything went black.
"Can I see the baby now?" Hal begged. Mercutio stood beside him.
"Sure, come on!" Clarence grinned.
Pushing his way forward, Hal and Mercutio stared down at the baby boy in Anne's arms.
"OH MY GOD!" Hal shrieked.
"HE LOOKS JUST LIKE RICHARD!" Mercutio squealed.
Loki, who was sat on a chair with a bandage around his head in the corner of the room with Thor and Sigyn next to him, snickered weakly.
"What did I tell you?" he chuckled. "It's obviously his!"
All eyes turned from Richard and onto him.
"LO-KIII!" they yelled.
"Ehehehehehe!"