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 3:
Either her sister was a complete fool, or ingenius. The letter, before Rose, sat in front of her and she turned to the dark cloaked men that began to encroach her. With a sigh, she tucked the letter into her bra and stood up to brave them. Then, just as she was there, she was gone in a large flame, the men screamed from its waves that lit the entire room aflame.
Rose would need the help of a dark ally, a friend whom she didn't trust for anything but the most important things. It was time to see the oracle, and it was time to play against the prophets. Feet upon the black, murky swamp ground, Rose kept on the thin path. Jeans sucked to her skin, a ripped tank-top upon her shoulders, Rose barely fit the picture of Throne. But the Oracle would not mind her clothing, being that the woman never dressed much as it was.
"What do you want with me?" A hiss bounced off the trunks of trees.
"Don't play games with me Arabelle, you know why I'm here." Rose cackled, hands out to brace anything that would come out at her. The heat of her magic licked her finger tips as a black cloak rose from the murk. Then, with a flash, the black turned silver. The grey haired girl emerged from the hood of her cloak. A good yard away from Rose, the silver haired girl, barely at the age 22, crossed her arms over her chest.
"Your sister does not know the creatures she threatens." Arabelle snarled, her voice low, but came through the trees loud and clear.
"You do not know my sister." Rose grinned, her very arms crossed over her chest now.
"Very well… come, we shall see what we can do about the pesky prophets. I may be able to dig out who their leader is." She turned and waved for Rose to follow her. The blond looked over her shoulder, sure that she was being followed. Good, they should follow. Arabelle wasn't good to guest she didn't expect.
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Annabell stood in her classroom, dusting off her chalk board when he came crashing into the room.
"IS IT TRUE?" Thor's voice boomed, shattering her ear drums as she tried not to flinch. Honestly, he had scared her, but the look on his face made her forget to be scared. He looked mortified and upset. It had hardly been 3 days since she sent the letter to her sister, it couldn't be that. But, the more she watched Thor approach her, softly but afraid at the same time, made he sure of it.
"Is what true?" She whimpered, fear in her stomach.
"Are you with child?" Thor whispered, his voice vibrated her bones despite it being so soft. Should she lie to Thor? She had to, to find out who was behind the crazed letter her sister sent her. Loki promised this was the only way.
"Yes…and it's his, Loki's." Annabell nearly broke down. Her eyes filled with tears as she swayed into the desk, harder than she had meant to. Her hands shook as she trembled. The idea of being pregnant was enough to bring her to this.
"Oh, Lady Annabell." Thor engulfed her in an embrace, his arms wrapped around her completely and like thick brick walls after a long day in the sun.
"I didn't want to say anything, his being in prison. We spent a night together before we left earth… I was supposed to start my woman's bleed 5 nights ago. Thor, I'm pregnant." Annabell's voice dropped as she looked to his face. It was full of happiness and sadness. She wasn't sure what scared her more.
"I am thrilled, Lady Annabell, I am… but… you do not understand what happens now." Thor whispered, his voice dry and full of tears he almost cried. "You see, there's a law for those of us of royal blood. That is we are to bed another royal and she finds to be with child… that man must marry that woman. This includes leaving war for the wedding and birth of the child, and is not limited to… being let free from imprisonment."
Annabell's throat went dry.
Did he do this to aid her?
Or did he do this to escape?
"I need to see him, now." She hissed, her eyes full of a fire that she only saw from Rose. If he used her to gain his own freedom, she would see to his death instantly!
The path to Loki's chambers was short and quiet, as they both stormed to Loki's prision chamber. When they entered the gates, the temperature changed and Annabell felt fully electric. She didn't even wait for a guard, she stormed up the steps to his chamber. Loki stood, eyes full of confusion until Annabell stormed right up to him and slapped him the hardest she could, across his right cheek. Loki stumbled for a moment, before he looked up to Annabell, tears still threatened to fall.
"How dare you use me." She hissed. Thor had yet to catch up to the couple in the cell.
"I never used you." Loki snickered as he pushed his chest up against her and gripped her hands. "Merely used your plan of attack as a way to free myself. How can I help you from within this cell?"
Annabell scrunched up her face, the water within the plate on his desk began to tremble. Loki eyed it before he eyed Annabell.
"Don't. You. DARE. Lie. To. Me." She hissed through gritted teeth.
"I don't lie… or threaten." He whispered, a soft expression on his face.
"Then why? You knew all along this would get you freed." Annabel snarled.
"Yes, and it also should have told you… that someone here, in Asgard, saw your letter or knows of it's words… and told Thor. Someone here is either a traitor, or looking for one."