You can't escape me, my love: Chapter 5: Two Years Later, and Finding out the truth
(Disclaimer, See chapter 1, and on with the story...)
It had been two years since the day that Sychie became immortal, Loki had suggested that they would wait for a bit of time before telling their subjects that she was an immortal; as always
Sychie was in a library. Loki had given her a lot of books, and much like him, she loved to read. Sometimes she would sit outside with about three or four books and a glass of ice cold water, and sat under
a willow tree and read. Loki would always come out and retrieve her, there were times that she would sleep under the large soft leaves and branches; she loved Loki to the point of obesession. And she knew
that the feeling was mutual, after bookmarking her page she had stood up and stretched abit. She had started to wonder around the grounds of her palace, with a slight reluctantance she had inclinned her head
to a small group of people that were passing by. With a contented sigh, she was walking to Loki's private study with her hand on her stomach she was pregant! Sychie had remembered the day that she had told
Loki that she was pregant, instead of being upset with her because he probably didn't want to share her yet, he was very happy, he had lifted her up had spun her around and kissed her as he had placed her on their bed
and dotted on her hand and foot.
As she was getting ready to go inside, when she heard two sets of voices, one belonging to the captain of the guard Rubien, the man had many years of battle under his belt and a will honed in the fires of
hell. If there ever was such a place "My Lord, if I may speak freely, I know what you did. I know that you basically abducted the queen from a planet called Earth. You had her under the love spell,'' Sychie had placed her
hand over her mouth to keep a sharp denile from errupting from her throat and mouth; as she was listening to the arguement. Her Loki would never do such a thing to her! Not the man she knew and loved very much;
after shoving down her denile, and the over-whelming urge to bust through the door and shout her denile at Rubien's accusations, and tell him that he was banished! She had looked in the keyhole of the door, her Loki
was sitting corss-legged in a black leather highbacked chair the guard was now standing " My Lord, I mean no disrespect, however how long can you keep up with this lie?'' Loki just sat there not really denying it, but not
admitting it.
"Lord Loki, if you care for her or even love her in anyway shape of form, you would tell her before things between you two esclate any further, you should tell her...'' Loki wasn't denying it! Did he? She knew
that he had the power and the knowledge to do so, but to fully put it on her! That was an abomination! Slowly backing away from the door, with her hand still on her mouth, turning around and walking briskly but quietly
away, with tears running down her face. Quickly and quietly, as she was able, practically running anywhere in the castle. This place that was once beautiful, and held a lot of promise for a future, but now she was afraid, very
afraid! She wanted to leave, she wanted to run! Yes, she had promised Loki that she would never leave him, but now she needed sometime alone she needed to think things out! Before she knew it, she had ended up in another
room. It wasn't known to her and she was the friggin' Queen for crying out loud! As she was walking through, she had found a candle in a candle stick, the moment that she touched it. It had lit seemingly on its own, as she was
looking around the room, it had gold and maroon tones. Her gaze was fastened on a full length mirror the frame of the mirror was covered in rubies she had placed her candle on a small nearby table.
As Sychie had focused her attention on an object that was laying by her candlestick was an amulet, she had picked it up and examined it. The amulet itself was cressant moon shape with a aquamarine gemstone in the middle;
she had continued to stare at it, she was so entranced by the piece of jewerythere were small crystals decorating the underside of the moon. Something was telling her to put it on, and she did, as Sychie had turned around to see how the
necklace looked on her. She smiled, it looked perfect on her, as her hands had touched either side of the frame, the mirror had changed from its solid state to a type of wavy liquid wave. The waves itself were slow and low rippling, it was
almost fasinating, Sychie was almost hypnotized by this display, as she had reached one of her hands up to touch the mirror, it was a cold substance yet not sticky. When she had went to pull out her hand out of the substance; odd... she couldn't?
Sychie had went to pull her hand out, this time harder, nothing... damn! Suddenly she was sucked in the mirror!
*** Meanwhile with Loki***
"If that is your will Rubien, then I have no choice but to...'' Before the man could react, the king was on him, snapping his neck, killing him. The man had touched on a lot of important subjects pertainning to Sychie; however Loki would
decide when she would know as to how she had came here. He wanted to have a bit more time with her, after a wave of his hand, the body was disposed of and he had opened the door to go and find Sychie...
****Back to Sychie****
She had screamed in fear, as the mirror had sucked her inside, as colors and objects were blurring by her. Everything was spinning around her, she felt like she was going to be sick, not that morning sickness wasn't kicking her ass, it was. She would
gladly take the morning sickness anyday then this! Sychie was screaming and squeezing her eyes shut; as the colors were becoming more and more vivid and violent, as she had chanced opening her eyes she was in the sky on earth?! There were explosions and
fire and smoke; Sychie happened to look down when she saw the ground fastly closing in on her falling frame! She had let out a loud and fearful scream!
As the Avengers had destoried the last baddie, when a woman's scream had torn their gazes from the enemy turning into dust, Natasha had squinted "Sychie!" She screamed as Wanda had leapt to her rescue, gently grabbing her in the air and flying them
back to the ground where the rest of the good guys were at. As Sychie's feet had touched the ground, she was shaking with fear, as her heart rate had returned to normal, she had shakingly looked around at the people that were staring at her as if they couldn't figure her
out. Natasha had moved toward and hugged Sychie hard, to the group she seemed reluctant and timid, the girl that was in Widow's arms was always quiet and private, reaching one of her hands up and patting her back slowly. Natasha didn't know how Sychie did it, but
she had managed to trick Loki into running away; the red headed woman had pulled away slightly and ran her hands up and down the small brunette's arms and hugging her tightly again. She would never allow Sychie to be alone again, sniffling slightly "Are you okay,
Sychie?" Wrapping her arms tighter around her and guiding her towards Tony's jet, as the rest of them followed wondering how she was able to escape from Loki...
Is anyone gonna ask why is she dressed like a queen?'' Pietro had asked while he took his seat between both Sychie and Wanda, Natasha had taken a seat infront of her baby cousin, as the group had taken off to their hideout, they were all wondering the same thing
just how in the hell did Sychie escape Loki?
***Meanwhile with Loki***
Loki was walking to the gardens, knowing very well that Sychie would sitting there stroking her stomach and reading, like she always did. Sometimes, whenever the mood took her, she would be playing her violin and a small handful of the children would be sitting
in a circle around her listening. He was expecting her to be sitting under favorite willow tree, and nothing, now he was puzzled. Arching his brow, feeling the raw anger rise, Sychie was not to leave the castle alone either without him or an escourt. Loki was seething with anger!
Sychie knew better than to wonder around outside, it didn't matter if she were pregant or not, lifting his hands up to his chest, he felt his heart break. Sychie would never leave him! She promised him! His ring finger was starting to glow a sea blue/green. He had disappeared and
reappeared in their bedroom, waving his hand, and out came a type of frame it was about eight feet tall and five feet wide. The frame itself was hand woven from silver and green diamonds and emeralds, as Loki had extended his left hand towards the the frame, a soft white/gold
light had poured from his hand and images began to slowly wave into the blank space that was only mere inches from him. Images were flashing infront of him, imagines of today Sychie was in the gardens reading under her favorite willow tree, then she had decided to go and see
him. He watched as she happened to pass by his private study, when she had hadd happened to over-hear the arguement between himself and Rubien, she had founded out about what sin he had done to her, abducted her and placing her under the love spell. However he did wean her
off of it, he had watched her stand there shaking with tears streaming down her precious face.
Sychie refused to belive that Loki could do such a thing to them, however from what he was watching her reactions she saw that he wasn't either denying nor was he admitting to the accusation. Watching, as he did so, Sychie had then turned with her hand covering her mouth
and running blindly anywhere. Tears pouring from everywhere on her face; running down random hallways and twists and turns, Loki had nearly cried, he had hurt her yes, but he was going to tell her the truth, and tell her that all of her reactions were mainly her. Well after the first two
weeks that he had brought her there; he had weaned her off of the spell. And her understood her sense of betrayl, but he had felt the pain of being left, his eyes close he had taken a deep breath, when she had landed back on Earth. As she was falling, the mortal girl with the powers of a
God, Wanda was that her name? As she had caught his fallen pregant queen, and he was very shocked when he had founded out that his Sychie and that mewling quimm were related? He just couldn't figure it out, just how did she end up on Earth that mirror wearing that necklace...
Unless...
***Back with the Avengers***
As the jet had landed, Widow had immediately looked over to see Sychie, who was asleep on Pietro's shoulder, that's when she fully looked at her cousin. She was dressed like a queen?! Complete with a small tiarra, Sychie's dress was off the shoulder long black silk it was slightly
low cut; there was a slit to her mid thigh. If Nattie didn't know any better, Sychie was being treated well? No not possible. As the group were getting off of the jet; as Clint had gently picked up the sleeping Sychie and carried her up the stairs. To the group, Sychie seemed more enhanced some-
how, however no one could place what, or how or even why?
(End of Chapter five of you can't escape me my love, please read and review... if you guys know anyone that reads the types of stories that I write drop off my name :) Now I wonder what will happen... any ideas?)