Imprisoned

Ch.31-Numbered-

*Author's Note*-Hello everyone! A lot of time passes during this chapter, so try to keep up. This also mentions a bit of depression, but nothing triggering I hope. This book is coming to an end soon, and I will be making a sequel. So once I have the title of the sequel I will let you know so you can add it to your library and read the rest of the story. This is NOT the last chapter of this book, there are still a few left, I just wanted you all to be aware that the end of this book is not the end of the story. Enjoy!

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The next couple of months with the fallen Valkyrie are complete and utter hell. The tests have become no less grueling. The pain is no less, even though it seems to ebb after some time. My body appears to be healing itself at a faster pace than it used to, probably something to do with the injections they have been giving me. I've continued to talk with Lana and I have thankfully become fast friends with her.

Over the past few months, I've noticed a slight pain in my back. I'm assuming it has to do with my pregnancy, the soreness is daily. By this time the fallen Valkyrie holding me captive have told me I'm about 3 months along, so I'm starting on my second trimester. That also means that I've noticed a visible change in my stomach, a small bump is apparent now, but it would not be obvious to anyone that I'm pregnant. It simply looks like I'm bloated. Lana is in about the same state as me, plus a couple of weeks.

The pain of missing Loki has not dulled over time. In fact, I find the more my stomach grows the more I'm reminded of him, and the more I miss him. He won't be here throughout my pregnancy, and he won't be there for the birth. Not to mention he has no idea I'm even pregnant. Some nights I lay awake holding my swollen belly and crying silently, wishing he were here. I wish I could see all of them again. I miss them all so much.

Nonetheless, the world moves on and I'm still stuck here in this hell hole, locked away until they can use me. I thought the Avengers would have found me by now. They have the tech, I can't imagine why it is that it's taking so long. I've had doubts of how much they really care about me; maybe I was just an inconvenience to them? Maybe they were just putting up with me until we found answers, and when we didn't find any they found no need to save me. But all of those thoughts have concluded with me scolding myself for even thinking them. They enjoyed my company, we were friends, especially Val, Thor, Nat, Pietro, and Wanda. Loki would threaten them either way, I don't doubt his abilities to scare them into finding me. Or perhaps as soon as I was gone they sent Loki back to Asgard to rot in a cell. The very thought sent chills down my spine. Thor wouldn't do that to his brother, he couldn't, right?

I'm not about to give up hope quite yet. I promised Lana that if I escaped I would look after her unborn child, and I intend to keep that promise. I have to keep hope, if not for me then for Lana, and for the hope that all four of us will survive this.

-Loki-

Months. It's been exactly 2 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days since I last saw Sarah. I berrade Stark and the rest of them for information on her every day, and every day I receive the same answer; nothing yet. With all of our resources, how in the 9 realms have we not found her yet?! My patience is wearing thin, along with my hope. She would never run away, not from us, not from me. There has to be another explanation. We've checked the laboratory of the Valkyrie hunters and it's been emptied out, there's no trace that anyone was even there. With no clues as to where Sarah went or with whom, I feel like I'm being held hostage in this compound. If they would just let me leave I could find her, I could save her...if it wasn't already too late.

That familiar empty, hollow feeling has been ever-present in my kaerasta's absence and is yet to vacate. Trying to find any meaning or purpose on Midgard, confined to this stupid compound without Sarah is like trying to find light in the deepest depths of an ocean. This ocean seems to continue forever, along with my longing for Sarah to come home, to hold her in my arms.