As a British person I’ve never understood the appeal of the ‘British accent’. Are you into the good ol’ Somerset farmer accent? Scouse? Cockney? South Walian? North? Belfast? Edinburgh? Glasgow? Essex?Yorkshire???? Is it the Tom Hiddleston accent ?
For real I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that speaks like him, he’s disturbingly well spoken
“The girl.” he paused. “She’s…” Heimdall swallowed. He was not looking forward to this.
“She’s what? Spit it out!” Odin growled.
“She is with child.” Heimdall blurted before he had the chance to chicken out again. He had no idea how the Alfather was going to react to this news and he had planned on keeping it from him a little longer, but he hadn’t had a choice. Octavia needed help. She needed to see Eir.
Odin’s eyes grew wide. “You are certain of this!”
“Yes, my King.” Well, it was now or never. “She needs our help.” Odin furrowed his brows. “She has been sick for weeks. She needs medical treatment, Sire, or I believe she…” She wouldn’t make it. Octavia was too sick and even with the aid of Loki’s magic, she had yet to really keep any food down. “She will perish if we do nothing.”
Odin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It is not my responsibility.” Heimdall wanted to scream. Was he seriously just going to let Loki watch her die? Watch his child DIE? Again… The look on Heimdall’s face must have said it all, because Odin narrowed his eyes and snarled, “You question my decision?”
“Yes.” Did he seriously just say that; out loud?! Heimdall inhaled in a sharp breath. “He is your son….”
“HE IS A DISGRACE!” Odin roared. “Now, even more so. He is having a child out of wedlock!”
“Then do something about it.” Odin glared at him. “My King.” Heimdall was beyond done. If Odin was going to do something, really do something, he needed to do it now.
“Fine.” Odin smirked. “Then I will.” ______________________________________________________________
“Darling, drink.” Loki lifted Octavia’s head to assist her with getting a drink of water.
“Thank you.” she whimpered. “Will this morning sickness ever go away?”
Loki looked at her sadly. She hadn’t been able to keep anything down almost all month. Octavia was so weak and frail.
“Soon, my love.” He lied.
“Loki, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” she cried. “I’m so tired.”
Loki’s chest hurt. He was going to lose her. He was going to have to watch her die and it was all his fault. Loki had done this to her and he had no way of getting her to a real Doctor. “Please, hold on.” he almost sobbed, but he held back. “Please, my love. Don’t leave me.”
It was the middle of the night when Loki was startled awake by a loud bang outside. He hadn’t even remembered falling asleep and was still sitting on the couch. He shook off the sleep from his eyes and glanced out the window and his heart dropped when he saw what was outside.
At least fifty of them, and they were just standing there, smirking in the direction of the cottage. Could they see them? Did they know they were here? Loki didn’t move. He stood there for what felt like an eternity just watching them. They did nothing but stand there and smile for a long time until one snapped its head in Loki’s direction and looked right at him, and the creature began laughing.
That’s when Loki knew they had been spotted. His ward… Why had it suddenly failed?
The creatures suddenly charged for the cottage and Loki quickly cast a protection spell to keep them from getting inside. They were banging on the windows, the doors, the walls; they were everywhere. Loki ran into the bedroom where Octavia had already woken up in a panic. “What’s happening, Loki!”
“They’ve found us! I don’t know how, but they’ve found us!” He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t. If his spell failed and they got into the house there was nothing Loki could do. Not with that many of them. Not with Octavia as sick and weak as she was. If they got into the house, it was over. They were both done. If Loki had to watch the woman he loved and his unborn child die, he was done.
“Loki!” Octavia was scared. It was all coming back to her where they really were. How much danger they were really in. They had never been safe; they had been lucky.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Loki crawled beside her and pulled her against him. “Shh. Don’t cry, love.” Loki sat there rocking Octavia back and forth, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her. He jumped when he heard glass shatter. He could hear the wood bending. The Fire Giants were almost inside.
His magic…what was wrong with his magic?!
# “MY KING!” Heimdall exclaimed in a panic.
“I SAID, not yet.” The Alfather growled. “I will say when.” #
Loki was holding the bedroom door closed as the fire giants beat on it, cracking the wood every time they would hit it. They were inside the cottage now. Loki was strong, but it wouldn’t be long before even he was overpowered. “Can you run?!” Loki shouted to Octavia, who nodded and attempted to get up, only to collapse beside the bed. She had resorted to crawling, but Loki knew it was useless.
She was just too weak. He couldn’t save her.
“I’m so sorry.” Loki choked, his feet dragging the ground as the door was being pushed open. “I love you, O. Never forget that I love you!” Octavia was sobbing. She felt so useless, so utterly useless. “It isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault!”
Then the entire house began to shake. What the Hel? Wait, Loki knew what that sound was. The Bitfrost. Heimdall! Loki lunged towards Octavia the moment the bedroom door flew open and gripped her tightly. Then suddenly, they were surrounded by familiar light and Loki could have cried at that moment and as a Fire Giant leaped towards them, they were shot into the sky before the monster even had a chance to realize what was happening.
Octavia felt like she was being sucked into space, which technically she guessed she was, and she wasn’t sure how long it lasted. Maybe seconds, maybe minutes. She couldn’t tell. Finally, they landed and Loki caught her before she kissed the ground. Apparently, she wasn’t very graceful when it came to space travel. When she finally collected her surroundings, she realized they weren’t in Muspelheim anymore. They were in a large, golden room and she could see the start of a…wait, was that a RAINBOW bridge??
“Where are we, Loki?” she finally managed to ask, but it was an old man who answered her. The man towered over her, and glared at her with his one good eye. He wore a crown and held a large staff in his hands. Octavia gasped when she realized who she was standing in front of.
“You are in Asgard, child.” he replied. “And I hear you are carrying my grandchild.”
The pack all rushed back to the castle as quickly as their
legs would carry them.
Loki had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was
certain the hybrid was spying on them, why else would it have ran off when they
found out he was there? And the fact there was only one of them didn’t
help his suspicion.