Meschella was hit by a wave of nostalgia, that came to her in a dream. Images slowly shuffled through her mind like a slideshow as she slept, like they were delicately and deliberately chosen and put together for her to view. Old and new, from her time in Asgard to their fateful reunion on Midgard many years later.
Memories that she eagerly wanted to share with her beloved through his unique ability...
Loki dies tragically on the battlefield, and Lily vows to find the killer and get revenge for the death of Loki. After several long years of searching and near escapes, she tracks down the person she believes killed Loki. But before she can kill them, Loki appears and stops her, revealing that he was never dead, that it was all a ruse to see if she would stay true to him. That was an Asgardian custom, to see if the woman was worthy to be their wife.
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OC(s) Used: Lily
Warning(s): Miscarriage
Word Count: 1,354
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"Loki, no!" I screamed, watching in horror as he fell to an enemy sword. My heart seemed to stop entirely, my body suddenly doused with a horrible, icy-cold chill that sent shivers down my back.
Laying aside any thought of battle, I ran to his side, falling to my knees next to his prone figure. "My love, please hold on. We just need to get you to the palace." I choked out between my shuddering sobs.
Loki smiled faintly, his porcelain cheeks paling beyond normal standards as crimson stained his clothing. Weakly, his hand grasped my own, trying to comfort me. "Lily-" He began, but his voice was quiet, fading.
His breath rattled in his throat as his eyes slowly clouded over; his heaving chest falling, never to rise again.
Disbelieving horror filled me, and I took a trembling breath, still clutching Loki's limp hand between my own, hoping that warmth would fill it again, that this was just another of his pranks.
But he remained still, unmoving as his body grew stiff and cold under the cheerless rays of the Asgardian sun. Leaving me alone, griefstricken to mourn him.
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2 years later....
I darted silently between the rows of wooden crates. I could hear the loud, rapid breathing of my prey directly ahead; there was no escaping me now.
I had waited two long years for this day; for when I could finally hunt down the scum that killed Loki, and give them the payment they deserved for such a horrible deed. Two long years where I mourned for Loki with every breath that I took, the ache of his loss still strong within my heart.
Heading in for the kill, I pounced on the person before me, knocking them to the hard, cold concrete floor of the warehouse we were in. Silver flashed in the scarce beams of sunlight leaking through the dusty windows as I drew my dagger.
Ensuring that my entire weight was upon their weakly struggling body, I raised the silver weapon high in the air, smiling for the first time in two years, albeit in a grim manner, at my triumph. Now justice would be served, and my beloved would be avenged.
Just as my dagger began its plunge downwards, straight towards my prey's heart, a sudden voice stopped me.
"Lily!" It called, and instantly tears stung my eyes, the melancholy familiarness of it made the ache in my heart throb more painfully. I had heard that voice many times in the course of the past two years, and by now had learned to ignore its phantom calls.
"It's just a hallucination. He's not here." I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath, and repositioning my dagger, my arm falling again as the weapon began another attempt to take a life.
"Lily, stop. I'm not a hallucination, I'm right here, my love."
That voice again. Why did it still torment me? Why couldn't I just forget all the pain, the anguish I had suffered through?
But curiosity got the better of me, and I relaxed the arm holding the dagger, slowly twisting around to look behind me, towards the source of the noise.
He stood there, looking exactly the same as I remembered him. Tall, with long curly black hair cascading onto his shoulders. He still wore the same sad smile I remembered him wearing in the battle.
I shuddered at the sight, tears brimming in my eyes as I looked at him, the enemy beneath me forgotten.
Then, as if in a trance, I stood up, walking slowly towards Loki's figure. Stopping right in front of him, I looked at him sadly, wishing that he actually stood before me, that he still walked the same paths as me. But something was very different about this hallucination. Normally, he faded away as I approached him; but as I now stood before him, he still retained a solid form.
"You've normally faded away by now." I murmured softly, my eyes raking over each and every one of his features, taking the time to re-etch them into my memory.
Loki frowned, the expression foreign on his face. "My love, I am right here. I will not fade away from you." He whispered softly, and my eyes widened slightly. Hesitantly, I reached out a trembling hand towards his gaunt cheek.
My fingers connected with the warm, comforting flesh that I knew as Loki's. A startled gasp fled
my lips, and I quickly raised my other hand to frame his face. "Loki?" I breathed, unable to believe what I was seeing and feeling.
Loki smiled, leaning in to kiss me gently. I hungrily returned his embrace, curling myself closer against his lean body, allowing his arms to encircle me, gently pressing on the small of my back.
Pulling away, I rested my forehead on his, my eyes closed in bliss. "I thought you were dead." I whispered, and Loki's chest rumbled against mine as he laughed softly.
"I had to pretend I was, my love. It is the Asgardian custom to do such a thing to their beloved, to see if they will remain true." He murmured, and I recoiled away from him, escaping his arms.
"Loki? Does that mean?" I asked quietly, and he nodded silently, grinning at me. My hand flew to my mouth as Loki held out a hand towards me, a thin golden band lying in its center.
"Will you do me the honor of becoming my queen, Lily of Midgard?" He asked softly, blue eyes showing the slightest hint of nervousness.
Taking a moment to breath and steady my rapidly pounding heart, I nodded. "Yes, Loki." I managed to croak out, allowing him to slip the band onto my finger. Loki then raised my hand to his lips, kissing it gently.
"Shall we return to Asgard then, my queen?" He asked, smiling the most beautiful, stunning smile I had ever seen cross his face.
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Later that night, Loki and I lay curled up together in his long vacated chambers. I was snuggled up against his warm torso as he held me in a protective embrace; one that I had sorely missed.
But I couldn't relax, not with a certain memory plaguing me. Something that I had meant to tell Loki before the battle, but had never gotten the chance to.
"Loki?" I asked softly, and he hummed lazily in response, his fingertips brushing gently against my face as he traced random patterns on my skin. "Do you remember when I called you into my room just before the battle?"
"Yeah, what about it?" He answered, continuing with his tracings across my arm.
"I never told you why I called you in there. The battle interrupted us before I could do so." I whispered, and Loki suddenly stopped his tracings.
"Go on," he murmured.
I hesitated a moment before continuing. "I was going to tell you that I was pregnant." I said softly, and Loki sat up abruptly, his bare chest illuminated in the moonlight.
"You were pregnant? Where is the child?" He asked, staring hard at me with his piercing blue eyes.
I blinked rapidly up at him, biting my lip. "Loki, I lost the baby. It was right after the battle, and your..." I trailed off, "the healer's said it was because of the stress I was experiencing."
As I spoke, Loki grew somber, and settled himself back down on the mattress. He pulled me closer to him, burying his face in my hair. "I'm sorry, Lils. I didn't know, I should have been there for you." He muttered against my brown tresses.
"It wasn't your fault, Loki. You didn't know." I murmured back, relaxing in his embrace and resting my head in the crook of his neck.
"But I still should have been there." He countered, leaving me silent. One could never win against Loki when it came to games such as this.
Feigning exhaustion, I yawned. Loki noticed this, and stopped talking, resuming his gentle pattern tracing on my skin as I drifted off into the best sleep I'd had in several years.
The day had finally come. The long awaited wedding day of King and Meschella. The two long lost lovers who reunited over the same passion they shared back in Asgard; books. The two were inseparable since that moment, as they were before once the two knew how they felt about the other. It was only fitting for them to tie the knot shortly after finding each other.
The morning was dreadfully busy, filled with running around and preparing for their three o'clock ceremony. The time was set toward the middle of the day to give everything time to fall into place and so the guests could get there without scrambling after the impulsive decision to get married in a mere twenty-four hours.
After the two lovebirds decorated the shop together, with April’s help getting the flowers they needed from a reputable shop, Meschella shoo’d her lover off to Loki and April’s place afterwards, so that they could get themselves prepared separately. She wanted to surprise Loki with her appearance; something she’d kept from him as a surprise. He knew about the dress sure, but it had been so long since he’d seen it on her and he wasn’t aware of how she would style her hair or make-up.
The Asgardian woman stood in front of the mirror to take in her appearance after receiving April’s help. Her long chocolate brown hair with caramel highlights was curled loosely and fell to the middle of her back. The front strands of hair were braided toward the back and April stuck in bits of baby's breath along the braids, a beautiful and soft addition to the look. Her make-up was modest, to capture her natural beauty as King would have wanted it. She wore a replica of the long and elegant custom made dress that was delivered to her door on the night of her first date. The sides and tips of the sleeves were made out of a green and gold embroidered silk with a rich and elegant design. The green velvet on the bodice clashed beautifully with the shine of the other material. Her shoes were dark green and silky to match the dress.
Meschella ran her hands over the dress, admiring it with a reminiscent look in her eyes. It took her back to one of the best moments in her life and happy, thankful tears sprang to her eyes, mixing with a hint of sorrow. She wished Frigga and her own parents could be there, to see how happy and in love they were. But she knew they would all be watching from Valhalla and she could only hope that they would be proud.
She turned around and grasped April’s hands, who had been standing behind her, fussing with her hair and looked at her with appreciation. “Thank you so much for all that you have done for us. And… I want to thank you for supporting Loki all this time. You have truly given him all the love he deserves and for that, I am grateful.
