Princess of Mischief {Loki Fanfiction} Book 2

Chapter 9: {Annabelle's POV}

2 Weeks Later:

 

     "What do you mean he's coming?" I called after Steve as we walked through the clustered halls of the lab underneath Stark Towers. Steve let out a breath and stopped when we entered Nick Fury's office, which was empty right about now.

     For the last week Steve had apparently been too busy to talk to me. Too busy this, too busy that.

     Of course all this came after our trip to the forest two weeks ago. He shut the door and peered out the small curtains of Fury's office as people ran around. "Your father's coming for a visit but... I don't know what for. All I know is that Fury is the one keeping his true reason a secret."

     Steve shrugged and walked over to Nick's desk nonchalantly, placing the papers he was carrying down and turning to me. I chewed the inner part of my lip softly and looked to my feet.

     Loki, my father, was coming to Midgard, for just some random visit?

     This can't be good...

    

     I couldn't help but know that my conscience was probably right. After all, he did send me away here, but I was grateful that my father did. He gave me a new meaning on life and it felt 'normal' to be living amongst regular people again.

     He's coming to be with you, to protect you...

 

     I heard a voice that sounded a lot like Jonathan's and instantly I felt a gaping hole in my heart.

     

     Jonathan was dead.

     So was my mother. My mother and brother both gone and yet I felt them around me as if my guardian angels.

     I leaned back against the wall of Nick's office and inhaled slowly, closing my eyes and feeling 'relaxed' so to say. Everything had changed so much.

     My mind was now playing flashbacks of the best memories I had with my mother, Makall, and my brother, Jonathan. I remembered playing hide-and-go-seek with Tony and Clint when I was younger, Jonathan having a special hiding spot always that had him winning. Another flashback came to mind; when we would go through the Bifrost all over until Odin scolded us. The funny moment was when he would find my mother and father also committing the trouble with us.

      We were a family... But we still were, we being as in in my father and I.

     "Annabelle." A voice called through my blurry mind. But it only caused my memories to be thrown at me like a ton of bricks into my heart. Instantly I threw my arms out and clutched onto the person in front of me, feeling my knees give way as I felt their strong arms hold me close. My daze was broken now but I refused to open my eyes as I clung to the person, sobbing heavily into their shirt.

      I broke then, unable to hide my pain any longer, the pain that had been killing me for the last few months. Losing someone you love hurts like hell...

     "Annabelle, sweetheart." A soothing voice tried to calm me as we slid to the floor, my face buried, still, into the person's shirt. His voice calmed me slightly, but not enough to discontinue my tears that were flowing steadily down my cheeks.

      "Annabelle, look up to me and open your eyes, please." The man's voice was soft and I needed to know who was holding me. Was it possibly my father by chance? God I hoped so, but their voice didn't match his and it was soft with a hint of sadness.

     Hesitantly I lifted my head to look up to the man, finding Steve's eyes looking down at me with the utmost love. He used his thumb to slowly wipe away the paths the tears left down my cheeks. "What troubles you?" Steve frowned.

     "My life..." I spoke in a whisper in-between hiccups. "I feel so lost, I'm broken... I just... I don't know what to do anymore..." I coughed softly and unconsciously snuggled against Steve's chest as he half cradled me in his arms as we sat on the floor.

      "Hey, you'll be ok, don't worry. I'm here for you." He tilted my chin up to meet his gaze and smiled softly. What was only minutes seemed like hours as we locked eyes. It wasn't an awkward silence but just a few moments to watch one another for the time being.

     "Makall... I do need to tell you something..." Steve had that innocent boy look on his face and I could only smile reassuringly to him as I ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

     "Tell me?"

     "Well I..." Suddenly shouts came from outside the office, yelling Loki was to be here any moment by helicopter. I could now only groan internally at this. I began to get up with Steve and when we stood, instead of heading out into the hall, he cupped my cheeks in his hands and kissed my lips hard.

      His kiss was not easy and soft but hard and with need, almost to tell me what he wanted to say. I was kind of glad too that it wasn't just some random, soft kiss. I didn't need soft and simple. I knew I was one who needed someone who was strong and knew how to deal with my hectic life. Steve Rodgers was such and was showing me now in this one kiss.

      "Steve..." I murmured softly once his kiss did become soft and loving. He pulled away slowly, but only enough to lay his head against mine and look into my eyes, breathing heavily.

     "C'mon, we got to go get your father." He smiled his sort of charming heroic smile at me while taking our hands and intertwining our fingers. My heart melted happily as we walked out and headed upstairs. Quickly I wiped my eyes from the tears that once fell.

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     "Nick, when is my father supposed to be coming?" I looked to my left where Nick Fury stood tall with hands behind his back, wearing his usual black attire.

     "I believe that's him right about now Annabelle." Nick nodded his head before us and I saw a black helicopter coming towards us to land on the landing site. I could feel the excitement of seeing my father once again rush through my very blood stream. He was exactly who I needed to comfort me right about now.

     Once it landed, I squeezed Steve's hand and bit my lip hard, seeing the black form behind the tinted windows working to get out. Once his feet touched the ground I ran off from Steve's side. It felt as if everything inside me was set ablaze.

    I ran into my father's arms instantly and laughed as he enclosed me with his fatherly embrace. He smelt of Asgardian leather, he smelt of home.

     "Anny, I've missed you so much." He whispered into my hair and I felt tears stinging at my eyes as kissed my forehead and cheeks.

     "I missed you too dad. So much." I smiled, not wanting to let go of him. But after a few moments he pulled away to look at me and I smiled, seeing his black hair slicked back as usual. Nothing about him, physically, seemed to change.

     "Nice to see you again, Loki." Fury interrupted the moment as he and Steve joined us, Steve standing next to me and taking my hand in his again. Loki noticed instantly and looked to me, his little red-headed princess of mischief. He smiled and winked to me before greeting Fury and Steve properly. Right now nothing felt like it go wrong.

     Too bad all good things come to an end sooner or later.