Loki's Obsession

Loki's Obsession - Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

            Friday morning arrived. Over the last few days Deirdre had been on bed rest. She was getting to know her betrothed. He told her all about her life over the past few years. Things seemed strange, but she had no alternative but to accept it.

            When Deirdre woke up she looked at Loki and she remembered where she saw him. He was lying next to her in bed. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She washed her face. She was lying next to the man who tried to take over Earth. The psychotic god who was stopped by the Avengers. She was engaged to murderer.

            She lifted her head up from the sink and saw Loki in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled up to her. "Morning, love, how are you?"

            "Don't touch me!" shrieked Deirdre.

            "What's got you so upset today?" asked Loki, his hand stroking her hair.

            "You're a murderer! You tried to take over New York. I finally remember why I recognize you. You killed so many people that day. And I lost my memory so you've obviously been feeding me lies for the past few days."

            Deirdre tried to pull away from him. But he kept a strong hold on her. "Let go of me!"

            Loki dragged her out of the bathroom. He forced her over to the bed. He sat her down on the bed and sat next to her. 

            "What are you going to do to me?" asked Deirdre. "I want the truth. What happened to me and how did I end up here because I sure as shit wouldn't fall in love with a psychotic murderer and abandon my family."

            Loki sighed. "The truth? The truth is that I have been in love with you since the moment I saw you. I decided to make you mine and I decided that I'd do whatever it takes. When you lost your memory two days after I abducted you I used it to my advantage. You are mine, love, and you always will be mine."

            "I will never be yours. I don't belong to anyone and I am not staying here with you. I want to go home now." Deirdre stood up and walked towards the large doors.

            Loki just sat on the bed watching her. As soon as her hand touched the handle she shrieked in pain. She pulled her hand away and it was a bright burnt red. Loki suddenly appeared next to her.

            "It's simple, love. I always get what I want and what I want is you. Now it would appear that today is the day of our wedding. Don't try to fight it because it is going to happen, no matter what."

            "I am not going to marry you! You are a psychotic maniac and I will never marry you!" screamed Deirdre. Her hand was still throbbing in pain, but she didn't care, she stood up and slapped Loki across the face with her burnt hand.

            Loki stood up towering over her and he pushed her to the ground. He ripped open the back of her nightgown and a whip appeared in his hand. He began whipping her across the back. She tried to crawl away but with a wave of his hands she was unable to move. After 10 lashes she was bleeding and crying.

            He waved his hand again and released her from his magic bonds. She just stayed on the floor. She couldn't move. She was in too much pain.

            "I will send in a maid to help you get ready. Our wedding will be in two hours. I expect you to be ready to walk down the aisle by then." Loki waved his hands and was in his green, black, and gold armor. His golden, horned helmet adorned his head.