Ophelia (Loki x OC)

Chapter Seven

It had been about two months.

Ophelia went to work in the day while Loki did whatever it was that he did, and after work Ophelia and Loki would train. Loki taught her to use her odd powers, and he taught her combat. She was quite naturally talented, but often their training would become an actual fight because of some snarky comment from the Norse God. But they always made up with angry sex. Or another fight. Sometimes both.

But something else had occupied Ophelia's thoughts, and it was distracting her a lot.

She got back from work one day and Loki was sitting on the couch, trying to use the TV remote. She smiled lightly at the sight of him in only pants and messy hair, pressing buttons frustratedly.

"Luv, turn off the telly for a mo."

Loki raised an eyebrow but obeyed. It took him about five tries to get the right button, but then he stood up and leaned casually against the table.

"Loki.." Ophelia shallowed the large lump in her throat. She don't know how this was going to go. "It's late."

"What's late?"

Ophelia bit her nails nervously.

"My period."

"Your what?"

Ophelia groaned in frustration and tears started to sting her eyes. "My menstrual cycle! It hasn't happened! The thing that usually tells you if you're pregnant!"

Loki stood awestruck. He stuttered, but was at a loss for words. "P-perhaps it's a misunderstanding?"

Ophelia ran her hand through her long hair. "I dunno. I bought a test." She didn't bother to try to explain what it was to the confused immortal, but grabbed the box from her bag and went to the bathroom.

Standing over the sink with the test in her hand, she waited. It was the longest wait of her entire life.

Loki sat on the edge of the bed when he heard Ophelia suddenly sobbing very loudly. He rushed to the open bathroom, and she was sitting on the ground with her head in her hands.

"God-fuckin'-damnit!" She slammed her fist on the ground and cried. Loki squatted next to her.

"Any specific reason you sound like a blubbering whale?"

Ophelia just cursed at him in her head, too upset to punch him.

"I'm pregnant, you cock!"

Loki bit his inner cheek and sighed. Joining her on the floor, he looked at her wet face. "And why do you cry? The birth of a child is a celebration." She looks at him with scared and scarred eyes.

"Loki..I can't be a mum."

"Why not?"

"I'm unstable! I'm dying, and the kid's flippin' dad is some snow god!" She wiped away the tears only to let new ones fall. "I can't go through it again..." She whispered.

Loki furrowed his brow. "Again?"

Ophelia looked away.

"Ophelia..?"

"They took him away. David. Ben convinced them I was an unsuitable parent." She wiped her nose on her sleeve and chuckled. "He's with some better, richer family though. Better parents than-"

Loki pulled her face to face him. "Don't finish that sentence. I have five freaks for children. I'm quite certain you could handle at least one."

"But I can't just dump it to control hell! I actually need to raise it, and pay for it, and everything else!" Loki shook his head. "You need not if you lived in Asgard."

The raven haired woman looked up. "You, you want me to live there?"

"With me, of course. And the child."

Ophelia nodded. "Of course! Of course I would move to Asgard!" She smiled brightly. "But wait, what about Thor and Odin?" Loki rolled his eyes. "Forget them." He stood up and helped her. "Ophelia, there are almost none who would get the gift of hearing this, but you are a strong, surprisingly dominant woman. You are beautiful and dangerous, and there is no other I would rather have at my side in my domination."

She smiled and looked at her stomach. "So...I'm going to have a kid."

Loki nodded.

"Will it be blue?" She looked at him.

He shrugged, but smiled. "I don't know. I suppose it will have some similar abilities to ours."

"I get to name it though. Nothing like Loki. Which means 'spring onion' by the way. In Latvian."

Loki glared at her playfully. "And you speak Latvian all of a sudden?"

Ophelia laughed and jumped on the bed. "Maybe...Scout! For a girl. From To Kill A Mockingbird." Loki shook his head in disgust. "Let's pick the name at a later point."

Later that night they cuddled together in the rickety motel bed, Loki pushed a few strands of hair aside from Ophelia's face. "Ophelia..?"

"Hmm?"

"I realized something...that I should have thought of before."

"Mm?"

He rolled his eyes at her responses, but continued. "I could heal you of your breast sickness. With magic, of course."

Ophelia sat up and looked at him. "Its called cancer, and..I couldn't."

"Why not?" He questioned.

"That's cheating. I have cancer. I got it when I was 19. I was so young, but there are others who have it too. Some have it worse. I at least can still have hair, or don't live in a bed, or get chemo. If you magically cured me, that wouldn't be fair. You would have to cure every person. It would be cheating." She rolled back over and pulled the sheets up. Loki rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He understood what she meant, but he'd be damned if he let this perfect woman perish.