Punishable by ... DROWNING
A LokixOC fanfic
Disclaimer: I don't own marvel, or Loki from the Avengers/Thor. But Annabell, Rose, and the Magics clan are mine, as are my theme/plot/story line.
Romance/dark angst/adventure/humor, everything! YAY!
Chapter three:
Annabell stared at the piece of paper before her, her heart sad and happy at the same time. She couldn't figure out what she wanted to feel. So she just put her head down and sighed. What was her sister saying? She had just written a letter to her, excited about the ability to talk to her, the new school, everything but Loki. But now, all Rose wanted to know was about Loki. It sounded panicked and it sounded unlike her confident sister. What was going on?
Dear Annabell my dearest,
There are no words to describe my happiness when I saw your letter, the ability of Thor's rainbow bridge is fantastic. However, there is much to talk about and I wished it could be in person. How is Loki? You two were so close I feared you had married behind my back. Not to belittle him, but be sure of him my sister. Are you two very close?
I fear there is too much information for me to scribe here to you, and I want nothing more than to see you when you read this. Unfortunately, I can not.
Sister, the prophets were wrong.
Mother, her mother, they were all wrong.
It wasn't Richard's family keeping us from surviving our children.
You are not safe sister, trust no one!
Rose.
Annabell furrowed my brows and looked around my empty room. It suddenly felt too quiet in the room for her comfort. She closed the letter and slipped it into the small compartment behind the mirror. With haste, she rose to her feet and slipped to the door, the air coming through her open window making her panic rise. Hand on the door handle, she pushed it open and slipped out into the hall silently. With a jump in her blood, the feel of a hand on her shoulder ripped her around.
"Annabell?" two large guards stood there with their armor like skin against their biceps and chest. Completely outlined in gold and silver, they stood tall and eyed the brunette.
"What can I do for you two?" She asked, panic still in her stomach.
"We were told by Thor to lead you to the prison cells." Annabell eyed them, only for the real reason to hit her like a truck. Thor granted her wish, she was going to see Loki. A smile crept on her lips as she nodded. The men turned and walked away, Annabell nearly bolted to keep up. They were swift and took many twists and turns, never once turning back to see if she kept up.
Many people hated Loki, and the guards were one of the many. They probably were told to take her safely there, but they weren't in the mood for safely. That was fine, Annabell was far too relieved to care for their attitudes. When they left the castle and down into the pits of Asgard, Annabell memorized the way, making sure to know every rock on the way there, even if Thor didn't send guards for her again, she would know how to come see Loki.
That's when they walked up to a large silver doorway and the doors creaked opened, three guards at the entrance and 4 behind the doors. The halls inside were barely lit, each room in the prison a glowing life in a cage. Annabell kept her eyes pealed for Loki, to make sure they were not lying to her.
But when they stopped at the last yellow room at the end of the dungeon, the furthest from anything, she knew they weren't. Up the steps to the door of the room, Annabell stopped at the door and looked inside at Loki. He laid on the bed, sprawled and eyes closed, his chest rose and fell softly, a book at the side of his bed, obviously discarded in his sleep.
"We will return later." The guards spoke as the door slowly opened. "If you scream once, there will be no mercy for him." Annabell stepped into the room and let a breath out as the golden door closed and everything was caged around her. The guards left with a speed that surprised her. Except it was no surprise when Loki shot up from his bed the second they were gone, a twisted smirk on his lips.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to survive without me." He snickered.
Annabell wanted to wrap her arms around him, she wanted to burry herself in him, but she couldn't muster it as he walked up to her and looked down to her.
"You look beautiful in Asgardian clothing." He whispered, his eyes only staring into her eyes. Tears threatened to spill but they did not as she put a hand to his shoulder. He was real, not an illusion. He was firm beneath her touch, he didn't waiver. A shakey breath escaped her lips as she stepped closer to him and placed both hands on his shoulders and looked up to him.
"I should kill you for everything you've put me through." She whispered.
"But then I would never be there for you again." Loki grinned, "And I can smell the depression on you."
Annabell slapped his chest, but the smile on her face grew as he grinned back. It felt like a light finally turned on inside of her.
"I would rather smell like depression then like you. You reek of prison life." She teased as Loki faked a pained expression. "I could get used to it." She whispered as she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. Without asgardian armor, in just cloth and slippers, he was easier to hold in her arms. When she felt his arms around her shoulders, she fell into his embrace and took a deep breath of him. It was just too hard not to.
"I'm in danger, Rose wrote to me and everything she says scares me." Annabell confessed without ever meaning to.
"Did you bring the letter?" Loki asked.
"No, but I will next time I visit." Annabell whispered into his chest.
"So I did not wound you so much you would bare to see me again?" Loki grinned, his lips against her scalp.
"Don't get too cocky, I may decide it's too much of a hassle." Annabell looked up from his chest, his forehead now pressed against hers. Loki chuckled and released her from his grasp. He motioned for her to sit, and Annabell plopped herself right down on the end of his bed and let out a sigh, her fingers running through her hair.
"What does Rose say?"
"That the prophets were wrong, that Richard wasn't the reason we never could survive our children. That I can trust no one. She was asking of you, and of us." Annabell let it all fall out of her lips as Loki eyed her and stood there. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked to his desk, mind lost in thought.
"What do the prophets say?"
"That every throne will live forever, for as long as they can, never age, as long as we do not have children. The prophets said that Richards ancestor cursed us from having children, that we would lose our magic and would die a human death if we had a child, but two children would end in death." Annabell sighed to the ground before she looked up to Loki. He cocked a brow at her as she watched him, his eyes traveled over her body.
"What?"
"Are you in trouble because you are…"
Annabell narrowed her eyes at him, he didn't let his gaze drop from her face, a look of half curiousity, half disgust. "Loki, seriously! What do you think I am? Of course I'm not, the only men around me of late have been preschoolers and Thor."
Loki's look of curiosity turned to anger and slight disgust as he eyed her once more.
"LOKI! I'm not with child, I would never, in a thousand decades would touch your brother." Annabell hissed. His eyes stopped staring at her as he looked to a small bowl on his desk.
"I know, I've watched you from my cell." He sat down at his desk with soft words, his head slightly hung. Annabell slipped to her feet and moved to his seat. She knelt down beside his seat, her hands rested on his thigh and looked up at him as he looked to the desk.
"Loki, I need your help… I need someone just as clever as I to figure this out." Annabell bit her lower lip as Loki looked back at her.
"As clever as you? I believe someone is far too confident in themselves." Loki teased, enjoying the death glare he gained from Annabell. He put a hand on hers and pulled her up off the floor. Before Annabell could react, he pulled her onto his lap and had her hands captured by his own, fingers enlaced with each other. This close as they were, she could feel the connection ignite instantly. Her lips were against his and her fingers held onto his hands tightly. He pulled her close, their kiss on fire as he held onto her hands desperately.
He let her hands go as he shoved her back into the desk, the chair shoved behind them. Annabell sat on the desk, hands gripping his shoulders. Loki pushed up against her, their chests smashed together, one hand at her lower back the other on her cheek. Annabell felt her hands round his back as the kiss became something far more intense.
His hand around her back slipped to her thigh, her gown pushed up to her hip as Loki growled into the kiss. Sharply, he pulled her hair and looked her in the eyes.
"Never touch Thor, never feel kind towards him, you must swear." He snarled.
"Loki." Annabell gasped, the pain in her scalp loosened as she felt his forehead against hers. "I swear."
He let her hair go and devoured her lips against, this time his burning palm rose, his fingers just inches from being completely between her legs. Annabell gasped against his legs as he placed his palm completely over her under wear, the heat from his hand like a fire against her skin.
He pulled away again, his lips now at her ear lobe.
"Write your sister, tell her you are actually with child, My child. Tell her you haven't seen anyone or anything to scare you, but now that she has spoken, you fear that someone may come after you that is after me. Tell her you're not afraid of the prophets."
With those words ringing in her ears, Loki took 3 rushed steps back and sat on his bed, the discarded book in his hand. Annabell had enough breath to hop to her feet and brush her gown completely down before the guards came around and looked into the cage.
"Your time is up, Lady Annabell."
Annabell nodded and strode as fast as she could from the spot she was in. Only, she turned and looked to Loki, his lips turned upward and his eyes followed her out the cage he was in. Annabell wondered what exactly his idea would do. He was the evil genius.
She just hoped, it wouldn't get her killed in the process.
Author's notes: Dundundun, here it is!