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Taming the rage

Original Imagine: Imagine Odin tells Loki he has to marry and its you. You’ve hated him for years. Every time he sees you in the palace he chuckles knowing the duties you will have to perform as his princess, making you cringe. He isn’t exactly fond of you either but can’t help looking forward to the challenge.

Chapter: #14
Author: Lokilover9

Still thinking about Colton, and not wanting to upset Erika, Loki was silent escorting her back to her chambers.

“Thank you again for the flowers, they’re lovely.”
“You’re welcome.”

More silence passed between them.

“Why did you ask me to come today?”
“Well, it really is your duty.”
“I know, yet still you asked. Why?”

He was hesitant at first but felt it best to be honest.

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[This fic was requested by @xharleyxjokerx Enjoy!]

           Everyone has their secrets; people have a right to choose what they want to be known about them and what they don’t. They have a right to keep things to themselves, but sometimes it is a tad more complicated than that. Ever have a secret so big it just kinda gnaws at ya? Ever wonder if this secret could ruin everything or make things better if it got out? Well those were the questions this stupid stick was bringing up. Well, more like several different sticks of various brands.
           The stupid little pee sticks, with their stupid, generic… beautiful little plus signs lined the rim of the bathtub and I glared at them accusingly. 
           “Well, fuck,” I huffed, burying my face in my hands.
           If I tell him there are four ways this could go, Option 1: He ignores what I said and carries on, Option 2: He leaves me, Option 3: He doesn’t want the baby
and tries to make me choose, Option 4: My naive and hopeful little heart gets what it wants and he is over the moon with joy.
           Running my hands down my face I slowly picked up the tests as I pondered over what to do. There was a loud knock on the door and without thinking I tossed them out the window, pausing for a moment when I had realised what I had done. It seemed like that move solidified what my heart had already decided. I wasn’t going to tell Mister J a god damn thing. 
           “Y/N! Come on, what’s taking you so long?” I heard Mister J’s muffled and impatient growl.
           I placed a hand on my flat stomach, pursing my lips before I looked in the mirror. Tonight’s fun wouldn’t be good for the baby… staring at my reflection for the briefest of moments I saw my old self. I saw the Doctor before the chemical vats; I saw the sane part of me that had always envisioned a regular life for myself. A normal life with a husband, a nice house, and a… and a baby. Unable to look at myself anymore I turned my back to the mirror and sniffled, people like us we don’t get normal. I sold away my normal when I fell in love with my Puddin’ and I don’t regret it, I really don’t… but…-shaking my head to clear it I remembered Mister J had just spoke. 
           “I-I’m feeling a little icky, Puddin’. Go without me and if I feel better I’ll come meet you later,” I said.
I heard him shuffle for a minute at first in irritation, and then in confusion as he considered whether or not he cared enough to ask me what was wrong. After a few more seconds I heard an agitated growl before he was gone. I slowly slid to the ground and wrapped my arms around my legs, burying my face in my knees as I wept silently. 
           What am I going to do? 

***

           I woke up sometime later curled up on the bathroom floor with Frost and the good ole’ doctor leaning over me. Frost retracted his hand from my upper arm immediately after he realised I wasn’t dead and I looked up at him in confusion. 
           “What the hell?” I grumbled.
           “Mister J wanted the Doc to take a look at you and I think he was right. You’re looking a little green around the-”
           Scrambling over to the toilet I puked violently, barely hearing Frost tell the Doctor to take care of me before he left and shut the door behind him. The Doctor rubbed my back gently (if a little shakily) but it felt nice, even after I was done and I had flushed the toilet I just kind of stayed there for a while with my head resting on my arm. 
           “Is it the flu, dear?” She asked gently.
           She reminded me of Bess, a nurse I had interacted with frequently when I had worked at the asylum with her cloud of white hair and her purple glasses that hung by a pink piece of yarn.
           “Tell me, Doc, do you want to go home? Do you want to disappear with your family and escape Mister J’s employ? Answer honestly,” I whispered.
           She was silent for a long time; I suppose she was considering whether or not I was capable of seriously injuring her in my current condition. Having come to terms with the fact that I could kill her anytime I wanted no matter how she replied she croaked out a, “Yes.” 
           “Well then, I can do that for you if you do something for me. Do we have a deal?” I asked, turning to look at her. 
           “What is it exactly you are asking of me, dear?” She asked, confusion knitting her brow.
           “I need you to keep a secret,”

***Mister J’s P.O.V (Four Months Later)

           I was getting annoyed. Very, very, annoyed. I call the Doc up once, once, and then suddenly the ancient pile of dust is a live-in! Had her age suddenly made the fear of me, her potential bringer of death, decrease because of some sort of acceptance of her imminent departure from this world? I couldn’t shoot her either because somehow Y/N and the Doc had become thick as thieves.
           You just can’t trust the help these days. Worst of all was the old bird had the audacity to tell me what I can and cannot do. Not taking Y/N out because she is unwell, no stress for Y/N because her immune system is very weak. Just today she told me no sex until further notice while she did some tests on Y/N. I’ll admit the bird had guts, too bad I wanted to let them spill onto the floor. One more little thing, that is all I needed and I’d have no choice but to kill her.
           She had practically quarantined Y/N and I couldn’t take it anymore! Where’s the fun if she isn’t there to watch or participate. Ugh! Disgusting, I think I am actually catching something with thoughts like this. 
           “Move along,” I sneered at the old woman, but she firmly crossed her arms in defiance. 
           “Miss Y/N is resting,”
           “I’m sorry, does it look like I give a damn?” I growled, pulling out my gun.
           The fire in her eyes made me pause before I could squeeze the trigger. When I had her kidnapped she was meek, obedient, and weepy. Now, here she was ready to bite a bullet all to keep me from going into Y/N’s room.
           Grabbing the woman by the throat I dragged her a few paces away before slamming her against the wall. Secrets, her eyes were filled with secrets, I could see it now, I could see it.
           “Now Doc, what is it you’re hiding from me?” I sang lightly.
           Her eyes confirmed my suspicions even before she replied with a fearful, “N-N-Nothing Mister J, nothing, I sw-”
           I punched the wall beside her head and she cried out, squeezing her eyes closed in fear.
           “What does Y/N have? Is she dying?”
           “N-N-No, she is sick-”
           “With what? The fucking plague? It has been months-” I froze, some sane part of my mind had been able to put the pieces together. 
           Putting the barrel of the gun under the old woman’s chin I glared daggers at her, “I’m going to ask you a question, and for your families sake you better answer it correctly.”

***Y/N’s P.O.V

           I knew she would tell him, I knew as soon as I had been woken by her frightened cry. So all I could do was sit there, staring down at my hands as they rested on the small little curve of my belly and wait for it to be over. 
           I heard him enter the room and in an instant I was by my vanity before he could grab a hold of me. 
           “You little brat,” He hissed and my eyes began to well up with tears.
           “Mister J, please,” 
           He moved across the room quickly and I crawled across the bed to put it between us. 
           “This whole time doll, this whole time!” He snarled, lifting the glass coffee table with an impressive strength and throwing it across the room so it shattered against the far wall. A small sob escaped me, but his glare forced me to choke it back. 
           “I knew you wouldn’t want it!” I yelled, finding my own anger. 
           Picking up the lamp from the bedside table I threw it at him but he dodged it with ease. A choked noise escaped me as I reached for my ring daggers, and his eyes burned me, his chest rose and fell and in that moment he reminded me of a feral dog but my next words deflated him. 
           “I knew you wouldn’t want me once you knew!” I threw one dagger and he smacked it aside, moving closer.
           “I knew you would want it gone!” I threw another, and he moved out of its way with ease growing closer still.
           “You would leave,” another dagger.
           “You would find a new toy,” another dagger. 
           “You would-”
           Grabbing my wrist and throat he slammed me against the wall and banged my wrist against it with a force that made me drop the last dagger. Angry tears spilled down my cheeks and I raised my chin. 
           “What’re you going to do Mister J, you gonna kill us? You gonna walk away?” I said through gritted teeth. 
           He glared at me, rolling his neck, “Were you ever going to tell me?” 
           I glanced away, flinching when with a growling yell he knocked off the other bedside lamp and plunged us both into darkness. For a long time the only sound was his heavy and angered breathing, and then I felt his fingertips. I felt his fingertips hesitantly touch my stomach and I sucked in a breath. 
           “Never keep anything from me again, or I just might kill ya, doll,” he said. 
           “I won’t… does that mean-”
           “It means whatever you want it to mean.”
           That’s good enough for me.