The Mischievous Pair

Eighteen

(Stasia)

I awoke to the familiar smell of burnt flesh and the noises of screaming. I looked around to find myself shackled inside my old bedroom. It was like an old bad dream that came back to haunt you. I stood and ran to the barred door.

"No, no, no!" I screamed reaching up only to be greeted by pain. I felt something break on the skin on my back and felt a warm liquid running down my back and onto the floor. Turning I found a newly forming puddle of blood. I carefully reached back only to be greeted by the stinging pain and two holes where my wings had been he night before. Last time I had been in here my wings were the only things I had to break down the door. Now I was stuck, shackled in a forever playing nightmare my father called home. Visions of the previous night flashed through my head, Loki proposing, the guards taking me away and stealing my wings and father coming to the rescue. It was awfully suspicious that he was there at the perfect time to save me from bleeding to death. Something dinged in my head and I reached down touching the spot in my stomach. It was alright, I could hear its little heart and feel its movements. As in it I mean the child, the now forbidden child of a half god and demon. Wow, sounds like a cheesy movie. I moved as much as I could to the comfortable bed and laid on my back even though the screaming pain. As long as I had this creature within me I would have hope, right? Or is that only in the movies?

"Hello, my little night shade what are you doing?" Father said landing in front of my cell door.

"Starving. In pain, sad, angry. Sounds like home. What do you want father?" I asked trying to sound normal.

"I just want to make sure you were comfortable." He said smirking. I looked over and smirked back.

"Oh yeah, the screaming and dead people really calm me." I said looking away and pointing at all the miserable souls.

"Oh come on, Stasia. Isn't it great to be back. Far away from that mischievous Loki?" He asked and I looked at him.

"No, he wasn't no worse than me, actually I was horrible compared to him. He was an amateur." I said crossing my arms. Father sighed and shook his head laughing.

"You didn't know his plans when you weren't around. His plans to use you to kill the avengers." He said an I scoffed.

"Please, he couldn't even get me near them. If you ask me there just a bunch of men and woman in tights, no more than Peter pan." I said waving my hand.

"Well, Thor did the right thing separating you two. I mean he could have one without the torture but he did what he did to protect you from Loki." He said turning.

"Thor hates me. Why would he protect me? I made his brother happy, unless... You back stabbing Demon!" I growled jumping up and running to the barred door grabbing one of his wings. In one quick motion I had it half way off but something stopped me. His hand gently settled on my womb and he smiled.

"Finally, I have an heir." He said smirking evilly. Before I could finished tearing his wing he pulled away and walked down the walkway past the zombies and to his castle. I watched him disappear and quickly placed my hand upon my stomach. I felt a small kick and smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry little one, there's no way in hell he's getting you while I live." I said before walking over to my bed and laying down with my hands on my stomach.