Ophelia (Loki x OC)

Chapter Eight

Ophelia sat outside on the stairs, a cigarette in her hand. Loki opened the door and sat beside her.

"What is that?" He asked, eyeing the roll of paper between her fingers.

"It's a cigarette." She mumbled. "I know, the baby...I only do it when I'm stressed." She exhaled a puff of smoke.

"What is it?" Loki asked again, taking it out of her hand with curiosity. Ophelia refrained from rolling her eyes. "A cigarette. Com'ere, luv." She took the paper from his hand. "Put it in your mouth," she demonstrated. "Suck in, and blow out."

The God watched in wonder like it was magic. Ophelia passed it to him. "Now you try. Careful, don't burn yourself." She put it in his mouth. "Now suck in like you're breathing." Loki did as instructed and quickly started into a fit of coughing. "Oh gods.." He managed as Ophelia prayed the cigarette from him. "Sorry, darlin'."

Loki gave her a look but stood up. "What's the point of the..cin, cik.."

"Cigarette."

"Cigarette."

Ophelia shook her head and shrugged. "It just comforts me. I don't know. It tastes pretty terrible though." Throwing it on the ground she crushed it with her heel. "So you said earlier you wanted to-"

"Yes! Come." Loki interrupted. With a sigh Ophelia followed the mischievous man into the moldy room.

"Stark is holding some fundraising mortal party thing within the next few days, which we will attend." Loki explained while pacing. "We will con him into the code to his lab where he keeps his men of iron. Then we will break into the lab, you will change the suits to our advantage and they will awaken at our call!" He chuckled evilly. "So..." His gaze slowly turned to the woman on the bed. "What do you think?"

Ophelia shrugged with a no-care attitude. "Umm...huh. I mean, yeah, sure. Sounds..cool."

Loki shot her a look. "Ophelia. This is quite serious."

Ophelia smiled innocently and nodded. "Ok, fine. We go to his fundraiser, we get into his lab, I change their coding to work for us, we take over the world. Great. Lovely plan." She clapped dramatically. "And when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Swell. Then I have a couple of errands to run before we go, so I'll be back later." Sh slipped on a pair of flats and grabbed her peacoat. Looking in the mirror she finger combed her hair then snatched up her purse. "Toodles." She said with a smile then closed the door behind her. Loki looked at the door thoughtfully, proud of the way he had trained her to fight. He trusted her, only because she seemed to have some vendetta against humanity. This was the woman he wanted beside him while the world became theirs.

The Norse God sat on the edge of the bed, scribbling little doodles onto the back of a receipt. Ophelia was taking forever, and in all honesty he was bored.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Loki was a little surprised, but answered the door.

"What?" He snapped.

Mr. Mole stood in the doorway, and cowered under Loki. "Sorry there, but this big fellow just left this for you." He held out an envelope that had nothing written on it. Loki snatched the envelope and shut the door without saying anything. He ripped open the letter.

'I said I would be back.'

Loki frowned momentarily, but then remembered Ben and what he said when he left. Loki frantically turned the paper over to see an address. This meant nothing to him. Groaning in frustration, he quickly changed his robe to a black suit and he ran down the stairs of the motel to the registration office. Mr. Mole sat at the desk, flipping through a newspaper. Loki snatched the item from his hands and shoved the address at him. "Where is this?!" He demanded. Mr. Mole raised his glasses to his face and read the address. "Well, that's on a bad part of town, bub. You don't wanna go there." The manager raised his eyes to meet Loki's, and saw the anger in his eyes. "Alright, don't get your knickers in a knot. It's here-" he took a map and drew a red circle on it. "Although I suggest avoiding this area. Bad people, bad stuff. That sorta thing." Loki grabbed the map and ran outside. He looked at the map and focused his energy. He opened his eyes and he wasn't at the motel anymore. He was in a room, a dark room. Listening carefully, he could hear the soft dripping of water. Loki reached out and felt a wall, then slowly made his way to a door where he saw a sliver of light poking out. He opened the door and sighed in relief.

There was a large area that looked like some sort of abandoned warehouse type thing, but in the middle was a bed that Ophelia laid on. Around the bed there was a tray with bloody surgical tools. Loki frowned, and rushed to her side. "Ophelia." He gently slapped her cheek, which was damp with cold sweat. She seemed unharmed, but most her body was covered in a blanket. She was breathing normally, but she was covered in beads of sweat. Loki looked around for Ben, ready to murder him for touching Ophelia, but he was nowhere to be found. Then Loki noticed a small piece of paper sticking out on the tray beside the tools. It just had a smiley face on it. Frowning, Loki turned his attention back to Ophelia. The whole situation was very confusing. It seemed so far that Ben had kidnapped Ophelia and brought her to an old building to perform..surgery? He didn't understand. With gentle but nervous hands, Loki peeled back the blanket. She was wearing what she had when she left the motel, and at first Loki noticed nothing different about her.

Then he noticed.

Loki turned red with anger, but he scooped up the raven-haired women and transported back to the motel, where he laid her on the bed.

Ophelia shot up, holding her forehead. She looked around frantically.

"Oh God...Loki?" She looked around again and Loki walked into the room. He sat on the bed and avoided looking at her.

"Are you feeling well?" He asked. Ophelia shook her head no, and then froze. Loki knew what she realized. Not wanting to believe it, Ophelia looked down to double check. Tears came to her eyes as she brought both hands to her mouth in a soft gasp. "No..." She breathed. Ophelia looked at her left breast that was no longer there.

Ophelia sobbed long and terrible sobs. She shoved her face into the crook of Loki's neck, and he tried to ignore the wetness of tears and snot on his suit jacket.

Finally when she had calmed down a bit, Loki asked her what had happened.

"I was walking towards the library to talk to my boss about vacation days, and suddenly someone grabbed me and I was out. Then I wake up and that dick was there, laughing at me!" She wrapped her arms around her middle. "He then explains to me that he's just getting payback. Then he slips some sort of needle in me arm and then I woke up here!" She wiped away her new formed tears.

"I'm not sure I understand..." Loki frowned. "Why would this.." He awkwardly gestured at her chest. "Effect you so much?"

Ophelia shook her head and smiled through tears. "I had surgery to remove my breast, Loki. But I got a fake one."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want people to look at me and think 'Oh, she has cancer. She's dying.' I don't want to be pitied. I still want to be that strong person that everyone knows. So Ben took that away from me. He knew that that was worse than any amount of torture he put me through."

Loki felt sorry for her (not that he would admit it), and Ben would have a price to pay.

As Loki would make sure of that.

Author's Note:

Heyyyy sorry for not updating I've been busy (writing another story, watching Dr. Who and Daredevil, eating a lot of junk food) doing other things. :)

Ophelia's had it pretty tough recently, but things will get better! As more Loki x Ophelia will be coming next chapter. Comment and vote please!