Give me Love

33. Tears of an Angel

Everything felt stiff... You knew you were conscious, but you couldn't muster the strength to move your arms, or even try to sit up. You could hear the hushed whispers of someone... Who was it...? You focused on the voice, using it as an anchor to keep you alert to the waking world...

"You will be the one to tell her." Thor's voice warned.

"I know..." Loki replied. Loki... Loki! Now you tried to fight against your body's need for rest. You felt your hand shift against the silky bedsheet, and suddenly, even with your eyes closed, you could feel their gazes on you.

"(Name)...?" Loki asked.

"Even when I'm asleep you two argue..." you mumbled, your voice cracking and hoarse. Just how long had you been asleep...? You heard Thor mumble something to Loki, however you couldn't focus on it, the simple movement of sitting up occupying almost all of your concentration. There was an unusually strong stabbing pain in your lower abdomen, though the rest of your body felt the same, making you wince. In the time it took you to sit up, Thor had left the room, leaving you and Loki alone. "What's going on...What happened?" You asked, glancing up to Loki. He opened his mouth, but hesitated. "Loki?" His hand ran over your hair and for several minutes you were both silent.

triggering

"(Name)... I'm sorry... it didn't work." Your brows furrowed.

"What didn't work?"

"I thought if it was removed, you'd get better... It allowed you to wake up... but you are weaker..."

"Loki." You cut in, "What are you talking about?"

"I..." he let out a deep breath and lowered his gaze.

"Tell me what happened." You pleaded. Loki's green eyes met your own (e/c) ones.

"Very well..." he mumbled. Something in his eyes told you he wasn't happy... Sadness and hesitation lingered in his emerald orbs... It made you nervous... "(Name)... they found.... something..." he mumbled.

"Something?" you asked. He nodded.

"I told them to remove it... I thought it would make you better... but it really made no difference..." Your brows furrowed slightly. You were still sick... but a little better... So why did he look so sad...? You opened your mouth to speak, but Loki beat you to it. "(Name), what they removed from you didn't have anything to do with your illness... It helped to deplete your energy... but it was not the cause of it..." Your brows furrowed.

"What was it then...?" He sighed softly and lowered his gaze.

"A child... our child..."

You froze; your mouth a gape slightly and a cold sweat spreading over your skin.

"(Name)...?" Loki asked.

"No... No I don't believe you." You mumbled. "I took a test... I took a test and-... and..."

"And...?"

"And then you showed up... and I didn't see the results..." you said in a small voice. You were still shocked and your mind was filled with a thousand and one thoughts... How come you didn't realise...? You're supposed to be a mother... so how could you not notice?! After several minutes of silence, you finally said something. You said the only thing that stuck in your mind at the minute, even if you didn't want to know the answer... "How big was he?" you asked. Loki sighed,

"It was only about seven weeks along (Name)..." he mumbled. "It was just bigger than about a blue berry..." A cold shudder ran through your back, and you tried not to let out the choked sob that was slowly forming in your throat. Seven weeks... It could have been from the night in the cells – nausea settled in your stomach just thinking of it – or it could have happened while you were at the beach house... No, it didn't matter when it happened, it happened, that was all that mattered. You were pregnant... Were... Past tense... The bab- It had to be removed. No, wait it didn't... removing it didn't help you much at all... Your chest began to tighten, and you could hear the unfamiliar machines you were hooked up to start to beep more and more often. "(Name)...?" Loki asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He reached for your hand, but you ripped it away before he had a chance to touch you.

"Get out..." you whispered softly.

"(Na)-."

"Get out!" you yelled, throwing a pillow at his face, almost knocking him off of the bed. So many emotions ran through you. Pain, anger, loss, sadness... It overwhelmed you, and unfortunately for Loki; he was the only one there to take the blame...