You can't escape me, my love: Chapter 6: Two months later...
(Disclaimer, see chapter 1...)
Sychie was sitting in the loft looking out the window, as usual, she was depressed. Very depressed. Her stomach was slowly starting to stick out; and she knew that they would find it out
eventually. She missed Loki, her man her lover her king, tears were streaming unchecked down her face. as she pressed her forehead to the glass, hearing the rain and the storm. She knew how much
her and Loki loved to walk in the rain, Sychie had made a mistake a big mistake. Okay she was upset that he did put her under the love spell, that she would eventually get over, it was the fact that he
didn't really deny it or even admit it, when Rubien had confronted him. As always Natasha would knock on her door "Sychie? Are you hungry? Come on, lets go for a burger...'' She had rolled her eyes,
Nattie didn't get it! And that irritated Sychie and depressed her even more so; she had stood up and walked over to the locked door "I'm not hungry, Nattie, and I'm a vegan.'' She had said while her body
was against the door; while Sychie was against the door in her room, Nattie was pressing her forehead against the door. They were too much alike, they were both stubborn and willful to a fault. Sychie
had allowed a couple of tears to fall from her face, and slowly going to her knees on the floor and bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her head on them.
As Sychie had heard Nattie's reluctant foot falls retreat from the door, the tears were getting worse and worse by the day. And not to mention the morning sickness, sometimes she got evening
sickness and wasn't as bad as the morning. With a slight gasp, Sychie had hightailed it to the bathroom and vomitted, over and over again, thank God she was able to get to the trash can in time. she had no
real knowledge of time... As Pepper was hearing the unmistakable sounds of retching, being broadcasted from the bathroom; she had gone to get Natasha and Wanda and agent 13; since Danni was asleep
after pulling a two day and two night all nighter, and Bucky was making sure that she was sleeping in their bed. Because everyone knew that if she didn't obey, well Danni Harmony wouldn't be able to sit
for a week! As Pepper had went down the stairs to see most of the team playing poker and having a couple of beers, they all had then turned their attentions towards her "I think that Sychie is sick really sick.''
Came her statement, they all had looked at each other and then back at the tall slender blonde, it was Tony that got up fist and made his way over to his fiance "Tony, before you start, I heard her throwing up.
I think that we should take her to a doctor, there could be something very seriously wrong with Sychie!'' Natasha had came back into the room with a beer, looking at everyone "What?'' She had asked innocently.
After Pepper had explained to Natasha, the red-headed assassin had dropped her beer and ran up the stairs to Sychie's room and banging on her door. As Widow was banging on the door, Danni clad in
a soft red baby tee shirt that hugged her tall slender frame and a pair of black shorty shorts. Seeing the messy hair being gently pulled from its pony tail, and her glaring at Widow "Hey Nattie, how about we play a
little game? Hmm want to know what its called? It's called I was sleeping...'' She had said in a rather bitchy tone of voice; Bucky had seemingly appeared behind Danni glaring at Widow, who glared right back at him.
Rolling her eyes at them, and continued to bang on the door "Sychie! Open the fucking door!'' Or she would kick it in, she didn't even care about Steve glaring at her for her use of 'language,' She had continued to bang
on the door...
As Sychie was able to get up and rinse her mouth with cool water and brushed her teeth, she had looked at her black dress that had left her shoulders bare but there were two mere slips of material just under her
shoulders. After she had managed to put on shoes, well sandals, she had then secured her unruly curly hair in a messy bun. In secret, Sychie had figured out what that necklace that she had found two months ago, it had magic
and she was going to use it to escape. Yes she did miss her cousin, and her friends, eventhough Nattie had refused to see her as a grown woman; at least Loki had treated her as such. Maybe she would find a way to find him and
talk it out for the sake of their child. And maybe she would find out as to why he did what he did, putting her under the love spell, why not find another way to approach her and talk to her and maybe work something out? As she
opened her window with a wave of her hand, Sychie had thought again, well if he knew who she was associated with and related to: she understood that part. She was so confused! With a shake of her head, she had focused on where
she would what to show up; thank God for google maps. On her first attempt, she had managed to teleport about fifteen minuets away from the hideout, looking around, thankful that no one noticed how she appeared out of the blue.
She saw humans rushing and drinking or driving; hookers out on the street corner trying to make a dollar or so. Life went on. With or without her, seemingly no one cared, in a way Nattie kinda cared but not really.
With a sigh, Sychie had walked up and down the streets of New York, nearly all night with her arms around her feeling so alone and worthless, in the world that she left or was thrusted out of she was queen, loved and respected.
Sychie had ruled along side Loki, with honesty and fair judgement, she shivered, wishing that she had brought a sweater or something, the rainy nights 'home' were freezing; cursing herself for wearing a dress that barely covered her knees. She
had then looked down and noticed her belly; hers and Loki's child it was growing and safe. Placing her hand on her small bump; sometimes if she was still enough, she could feel the movement. At first it was soft and subtle, but now she felt it
her baby. Closing her eyes, with a slight smile "Hello, baby, this is your mommy.'' Her 'talking' to the baby was interrupted when she was grabbed from behind by a tall tanned man, he was bald and well musculed and dangerous, he had then
practically tossed her in a nearby alley. Sychie was scared, too scared to teleport, she had taken a good look at the man, he had a black leather jacket and ripped blue jeans, his hand had wrapped around her throat. Sychie had placed her hands on
her stomach; she was whimpering she was afraid, she was scared to death. True she's an immortal, but she was afraid for her baby, the man had leaned forward and started to sniff her and placed his hand on her stomach "There's nothing more sexy
than a lone pregger woman; especially with a hot body...'' As the man had reached down and brought her hand to his crotch, Sychie had winced, he was hard, and he was impotent.
Somehow, Sychie knew that, he unable to perform sexually. Her dark hazelnut eyes were wide with shock, and with fear "Aw, don't worry babe, I won't hurt your baby bastard... with my big dick...'' She knew that that man wouldn't be able
to perform unless she was suffering. Sychie had shivered in fear, why does she get in those jackpots? Before the man could do anything else, Sychie had felt his body being flung away by an unseen force, her mouth had dropped opened. There was Loki,
her Loki, with a septer and placing his taller frame in front of her. His back was ram/rod stiff, the bald and managed to get up and cracked his knuckles "Okay, fucker, now you pissed me off...'' He had hissed in a deadly growl, while spitting on the ground,
Loki just stood there, looking pale with dark circles under his eyes. Before Sychie could even blink, the bald thug was dead on the ground, as he turned around, her mouth was quivering. Her eyes were trickling with tears; they were a few inches away from
each other, she was shaking, she had missed him so much. She had forgotten the real reason as to why she left him; Loki had walked over to her and pulled her in his arms, her face was buried in his chest and her tears were tearing at him. She had felt the weapon
that he had used against the attacker, that had every intention of raping his Sychie and killing her and his unborn baby.
Sychie was warm now, feeling his lips in her hair and freeing the messy bun; lifting her head to meet his mouth kiss for kiss. After breaking apart "I'm sorry, Loki, I'm so sorry...'' She had cried/chanted, against his mouth, he had pressed his nose against
her cheek. Loki had kissed her again "I know that I have a lot of sins to answer for, my love,'' He had gently picked her up, as her arms were wrapping themselves around his neck, she had really looked at him, his beautiful green eyes were suken in and red and his
complexion had always been pale, but he was now happy that his wife was now in his arms "Come home with me, love so that we can talk this out...'' She had smiled; their happy moment was shattered when they heard Widow scream "Loki, put her the fuck down!''
Sychie had gasped as Loki had lifted the septer to Widow "No, Loki!'' Sychie had whimpered "Please, let's go home...'' She had looked over at her cousin "Nattie, I love you, yes. But I'm in love with him...'' Holding up her finger that still held his ring that she had
never taken it off "I am his wife, his queen... I chose to stay...'' Widow had locked her eyes on Loki, he was her target "Sychie, whatever this is between you and that sick bastard, its over... I swear to you Loki, hear me well... I'm going to kill you, I don't know what kind
of spell that you have on her, but I will find a way to lift it.'' Rolling his eyes, at Natasha and not putting Sychie down, and smirking "Well now if it isn't the mewling quim, I think that I know the real reason as to why you are acting the way that you are acting towards
your younger and much more attractive cousin. Is it because she can create life? Or she's not a murdering harlot like you?'' Now he just pissed off Natasha.
Before the trap to capture Loki could even get started, he had aimed his septer about hip length and fired their escape... After the smoke had cleared, the Avengers were coughing as Wanda was clearing the smoke...
As Loki and Sychie had landed home, with the peasants and the royal court thrilled that greeting them and being so happy that Lady Sychie has been found, when the couple had disappeared and re-appeared back in their room. He had gently laid her on their bed,
and climbed in next to her; Sychie had closed her eyes and turned into Loki's warmth and comfort, as his hand had gently on her stomach. Their eyes were locked; as her hand had reached up and stroked his face, she had missed him "My only love,'' He had started while gently
nipping at her fingers "I want to talk Loki, why the love spell whatever that is?'' His eyes were turning to a darker green, he knew that he would have to explain himself, he brought her closer and pillowed her head on his chest so that she could feel and hear the beating heart
that was only for her. Loki had sighed and reached up and stroked her tears away... for Loki, it was either now or never...
(End of Chapter 6, read and review! Now I wonder how would Loki would explain himself?)