Chapter 11: The Nervous Reveal

The same guard from earlier that day stood in front of the throne room doors. As Cellie approached him, he spoke, "My lady, the king can not be interrupted at this time." She paused. "Why? Is everything alright?" "He is having a meeting with the council. They are discussing about the coming war with Johtunheim." She had almost forgotten about that. When Thor and the others traveled to their realm, he broke the peace treaty. So now, a great war was coming. "Well, thank you sir." As she turned to leave, he said, "The king requests your presence at dinner tomorrow evening." Without looking back, "He shall have it. We have private matters to discuss."

Tired from the day, she thought it best to go to bed. But when she came upon her bedchamber door, she saw a servant waiting, with something in her hands. "My lady," she called out, "a return letter. It was quite urgent." "Thank you," she replied as she snatched the letter, and hurried inside her room. She could tell it was a note from her mother, as the handwriting was neat.

"My Celestrial,

Your father, sisters and I have thought about your idea, and we agree. Although, with the timing, you would need to come sooner than you thought, and stay a bit longer than intended. I do not want you to start showing, and ruining the whole thing. It is a good idea, and we love you no matter what. It will become our new family secret. We will come for you in a month, and plan to stay here until after you have the baby. We all love you so much darling.

Love, Mother."

She fell asleep with the letter under her pillow, and awoke the next morning to the sound of someone giggling outside her window. Stretching, and walking towards her balcony, she looked into the gardens and saw a happy sight. A man was kneeling on one knee, and was sliding a ring onto a young woman's finger. Her mind once again flashed to Thor, and when he had proposed to her. Shaking her head to clear the thought, she stepped to her wardrobe and contemplated what she would wear for the day. She settled on a dark gold dress, with black trimming around the neck, sleeves, and laces. Making sure it was not too tight in certain areas, she left her room in search for food.

Her day went smoothly. She had breakfast with Hogun and Volstagg, lunch with Fandral, and snacked throughout the day while watching Sif practice her training. Noticing the sun slowly sinking into the horizon, she decided to get ready for her talk with the king. Shaking, she slipped on a deep green dress, with gold accents on the hem. She left her curly hair down, but added a golden clip on the right side for décor.

She was nervous. This was going to be the night that either her king banished her, or tried even harder to marry her. Either way, she hoped he would see things her way and understand her choices. She started to walk towards the dining hall, but a palace guard stopped her. "Please, my lady, if you would follow me." She nodded and followed the man. Curious, she asked, "Where are we headed? I thought the king wanted to dine with me." He continued walking and replied, "He wanted to ensure the evening would be private. You did say you had private matters to discuss, did you not?" Feeling silly, she simply said, "Yes," and walked behind him until they reached a pair of doors she did not quite recognize.

The guard knocked, "My king, the lady is here." "Ah, yes," came a smooth voiced reply, "Come on in Cellie." The man opened the door and stepped aside to let her pass. She nodded her head to him, and walked inside. It was obviously a private bedchamber, with everything covered in green. The room was dimly lit, by a few candles that sat around a medium sized table, and what appeared to be a study desk. "Cellie, over here." She looked to the table, and saw Loki standing up at the end opposite to her. He walked over, took her hand, and kissed the back of it with his cool lips. "Please, sit down," he gestured to her chair. She curtsied, "Thank you," and sat down as he pushed her chair inward. He made his way back to his chair and sat down, placing food onto his plate.

"So," he said while picking at a hog's thigh, "what is so private, that you cannot tell me in the dining hall. I do hope that my own chambers are comfortable enough for you." "Yes, they are," she looked up, and placed some food onto her own plate. After a few bites, she noticed he had stopped eating. "Are you alright?" she asked. "Well, you were the one who needed privacy, you have it. Speak." She blushed, this was the moment she spent hours thinking about. How would she say it? Deciding on her best idea, she slowly stood as his face wrinkled in confusion. She turned to the side, and gently tugged on the back of her dress, causing it to tighten around her belly.

Loki dropped his fork, and his face. "You...you are...um...is it mine?" He started to blush madly out of embarrassment and shame. "Yes, and, yes." She looked down, trying to hide the tears that started to form from her eyes. "Oh, Cellie," he got up to walk to her, but she held up her hand to stop him. "I have already made arrangements." "What?" "Well, a child born out of wedlock is highly looked down upon, especially in nobility. I have made arrangements with my mother accordingly. Next month, I am to move in with my family at my aunt Isaura's home. I will stay there the remainder of my pregnancy, have the child, and my mother will raise it as her own. I will return here, and continue living life as if nothing happened."

Loki stood in shock. "Do I not get a say in this?" "No, you..." "It is my child as well," he yelled. She glared up at him, "You, raped me you bastard. You are the reason I am going through this in the first place." "Well, if you had married me..." "I don't love you," she screamed, "why do you fail to see that? I liked you as a child, but my love grew for Thor, not you." Anger rising in him, he stepped closer to her, "and Thor's love grows for another woman. You have seen it! If you do not wish to be with me, then you are the fool. Nobody will ever love you the way I do!" She snapped back, "I sure hope not! If whipping, drugging, torturing, and raping is love, then I don't want it!" She quickly turned to run out the door, but he grabbed her hand. "Cellie, I have made mistakes," attempting to make his voice softer, "I am trying to mend that now. Please, forgive me, marry me, and raise my child yourself. Please, I love you..." Without looking at him, she quietly replied, "I simply cannot. Both you and your brother have managed to break my heart. Having this child, all I will see is you...I can't...I.." She pulled her hand away and ran with tears blurring her vision.

When she ran out of the room, he quickly ran to the door and slammed it shut. He never used to lash out in anger, but something about that woman drove him to do the most insane things. He made his way to the table and started throwing her food covered plate across the room. Smashing her wine filled goblet to the floor, he suddenly stopped, paused for a moment, and sat down on his bed. Placing his head in his hands with elbows resting on his knees, he started to think. He thought about everything the two of them had done together since they first met. He laughed when he remembered the time she pushed him into a mud puddle for making a smart remark about her reaching puberty. While still in the mud, he grabbed her hand and pulled her in. They both got into so much trouble.

His smile dropped when he remembered the pain he had caused her recently. He raped her, threatened her, tried to poison her, whipped, raped, tortured, drugged, abused, and yelled at her. It saddened him, for how could she ever trust him for doing those things to her? He knew that she was probably right in giving the child to her mother. Either way, the child would not look suspicious. The whole family had both dark and light headed children. But still, this was his child. Unsure if he could even marry another woman, he figured that this would be his only child. He only hoped it would be a boy.

Loki had an awful plan, but it was his only plan to make sure he would get to raise his own child. He could not stand the thought of someone else, someone he didn't really know, raise his son or daughter. Even if he couldn't have Cellie, he was damn sure he would have the child. This was something he could not trust anyone else to do. Later on the the week, he left the palace late at night. The whole town was asleep, peaceful, and he was about to disrupt that. He had to be quick, and unseen. It had to look like a mistake, so he quietly made his way inside the small house that lied on the outskirts of the realm.

Author's Note: Read, Fave, Review, Love, Read again. I hope you enjoyed this one. Like I said, I have a lot planned for this. Didn't think it would be this long to begin with, but when writing it, it gets a lot longer than the ideas in my head. Love you guys! Next Chapter coming very soon!