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Chapter 109

Chapter 109
Natasha followed Steve downstairs and into the workspace where Cephera was standing, hovering over a very large book.
She was dressed in a normal looking earth dress, but the way she carried herself was prominent. Her posture screamed well bred. Her hair coifed into a very complicated looking design. She looked young, maybe early twenties.
Natasha approached the short woman with the obvious pregnancy bump. She'd heard something's about her being murmured through the halls, but hadn't payed any attention to them.
"So you're Cephera," Natasha greeted extending her hand which the young woman shook firmly with a smile.
"That's me," Cephera replied looking Natasha over. "And you are?"
"Natasha Romanof,"
"I've been wanting to meet you ever since my...," she paused, "my arrival. Thor has told me a little about you all." There was a stiffness to her words that made Natasha wonder what she was about to say.
"I can't imagine what Thor might have said." Natasha watched the fidget the girl gave that someone untrained wouldn't noticed.
"That you're strong, skilled in battle and manipulation. A warrior of a different kind." Cephera's gaze was kind and inquisitive. She seemed genuine in her information at least.
"Being a spy requires many attributes." Natasha agreed. "So, how long until you're due?" Natasha was aware the girl was far along in her pregnancy. She couldn't imagine how much she'd manage to get done before she gave birth let alone what she'd do once she had the child to care for.
There were many reasons Natasha chose to never have children. Her work came first in all things. A child would interfere, not to mention it would be a weakness to be used by ones enemies. Her line of work was too dangerous to simply think she could walk away unscathed.
She did wonder though, what it might be like to be a mom.
"I'm not sure. Probably within the next month if not earlier. When the fates are ready, I will hold my baby." Cephera caressed her belly.
"I've heard that Odin has sent you here, but your husband remains in Asgard." Again Cephera fidgeted the tiniest amount.
"Odin only needs one to do his bidding here. And for the safety of both me and my child it had to be me to come. Both my homeworld and Asgard have enemies out to destory my life. Until I am safe, I cannot leave earth." Her smile had vanished and a frown replaced it. It was look that didn't suit her.
"I feel like that was not well thought through by that king of yours. SHIELD isn't the kind of company people just join and expect protection. If anything, being with SHIELD would only create you more enemies." Natasha felt puzzled.
"I mean no offense when I say, that I can more than handle myself with humans." Cephera blushed at her own comment.
Natasha took a moment to consider that. She'd seen what Thor could do, and she certainly couldn't assume that this girl was no different. If anything, she was probably right.
"I hope we'll never have to find out." Natasha answered. "Steve tells me you do magic." Natasha changed the subject.
"Yes. Most every species outside Earth are capable of that." Her smile returned, she seemed easy to please.
"You know Thor, so you must have known Loki." Natasha watched the subtle flinch the girl made and the unconscious movement as she twisted the wedding ring around her finger.
"He taught me a lot of the magic I know. We all grew up together. I'm sorry for the things he's done. He wasn't always like that." Cephera didn't make eye contact and her blush had deepened.
"Cephera has made some great databases so far." Steve interjected. When Natasha looked to him he was giving her a hard look. It hadn't been her intention to make the girl uncomfortable, but something about her unease made Natasha wonder what she had to hide.
"Did he hurt him?" Natasha ignored the look from Steve.
"He hurt who?" Cephera glanced up quizzically.
"Loki, did he hurt your husband?" Natasha pointed to where Cephera was still playing with her ring.
Cephera was silent, her eyes wide and round. "Since that time when Loki fell from the Byfrost, my husband hasn't been the same."
"I'm sorry. Sometimes it's hard to rememeber that it isn't just us who have suffered from Loki's actions." Natasha felt pity for her. "Is Loki the man you are being protected from?"
"No. Loki's in jail and he'd never intentional harm me." Cephera was quick to answer this time.
"Natasha can I talk to you?" Steve sounded irritated. Natasha excused herself. They stepped outside toward the elevator. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm just being curious. Aren't you. She comes from Asgard, has had a past friendship with both Thor and Loki. I can't help but wonder what that might have been like." Natasha didn't see the problem.
"You're stressing her out. She left home for good reasons. I'm sure she doesn't want to be reminded of everything she's lost. She doesn't need the stress." Steve's face was flat and stern.
"She looks fine." Natasha replied. "A little nervous," Natasha looked back to see Cephera glancing out her office window at them.
"Of course she is. She's surrounded by strangers." Steve shook his head. "Just back off her for now. How about waiting till you know her a little better."
"Fine," Natasha agreed. She'd finished with her questions anyway.
They both went back to the room. "Is everything okay?" Cephera asked upon their return.
"Yes," Steve and Natasha answered in unison.
"Good," another voice answered. Behind them another man walked in. Natasha noted his height and hard packed physique. "If anyone has a problem with my daughter, they can answer to me."
"You talked to the Director I take it?" Cephera asked, her attention full on her father.
"We've come to an arrangement and understanding." His eyes turned to Natasha. "Natural or synthetic?" He asked motioning to her hair.
"Natural," Natasha replied, giving this man a curious look.
"I always liked an all natural woman." Cephera's father raised his eyebrows in interest.
"It's okay, he flirted with me too," Steve said almost too quickly and seemed to have embarrassed himself.
"I didn't flirt with you. I was sizing you up for mating qualities for the females back on my world. We could use some well groomed, firm men like yourself. I'm not a man on man kind of guy."
"Natasha, this is my father, Yorin Drogo." Cephera introduced them. Natasha shook his hand when he offered it and was surprised when he kissed her knuckles. "Father, I'm at work. Please try to control your loins."
Natasha had to smirk then. The conversation was so bizarre it was amusing. It seemed so natural between father and daughter to be in this situation that it was hard not to smile.
"I've heard you look different." Natasha stated. She'd heard all about the alien who'd walked in and forced his way downstairs. She'd been out on duty when she was placed on standby for a hostile situation within the headquarters.
"Yes, this is what we call my human form. It stops the staring and the fainting for those humans with less guts than the ones found in this building." He grinned.
"I can only imagine how scary it might be for those still reeling from the attack on New York." Natasha agreed.
"I'm only here to spend time with my little girl, not frighten the people."
Natasha felt entranced by his eyes. The dark brown color made his eyes seem endless. He was handsome. She wondered what his real form was like. She'd heard the words massive and blue when the whispers spoke of him, so it was hard to picture.
"So I can continue working?" Cephera asked her father, hope in her tone.
"Yes, and I will aide you. I feel it is important to school you in what's acceptable information, and too much." He gave Cephera what looked to be a warning gaze.
"Maybe when I have the baby, you can continue to help SHIELD in my absence." Cephera noted. Her father didn't seem keen to that idea.
"Don't get your hopes up." He replied.
"SHIELD could use your help in other ways I'm sure." Natasha offered, getting a sense that data entry wasn't the mans forte.
"Anything dangerous?" He asked his eyes once again trained to Natasha.
"Only if you like danger."
"Are you dangerous?"
"Father," Cephera warned as he took his flirty tone once more.
Natasha didn't provide him with an answer, but she did smile.
(Loki)
"You never ask how she's doing?" Frigga noted gazing at Loki as he sat seemingly bored in his chair.
"Knowing would not change anything aside from making me feel angrier." He replied barely allowing his curiosity to show.
Of course he wanted to know how she was doing. He wanted to know every tiny detail, but he couldn't chance it. He'd allowed himself a moment of peace with her before she left and vow'd from that moment to remain looking indifferent.
"She hasn't had the baby yet, but it should be soon. Odin has consent to allowing me a visit to see her once the child is born." Frigga continued.
Loki felt a pull at his heart, but refused to so much as twitch on the outside. "Her and the bastard child are none of my concern."
"Loki!" His mother looked utterly horrified by his response and it hurt, but nonetheless it had to be done. "She loves you, you know that." The Queen sounded like she was pleading.
"The man she loved died from that fall off the bridge." His mother gave him a stern look, before she shook her head and sighed.
"How long will you stay so bitter?" She asked him, worried.
"What do I not have to be bitter about? Hm? My so called father kept secrets from me. He pushed me aside to give his favor to his real son, because I wasn't good enough. He never believed in me. My wife bedded another man and is about to give birth to his bastard child. I am rotting in jail for killing a race that are no better than animals to the slaughter. Odin never loved them, when did he become so righteous regarding them."
Loki felt a tightening in his stomach. Anger drew to the surface.
"You spin the truth into tales you want to believe because you still cannot admit to your own faults, your own bad choices. You know very well that your father loved you like a true son and that Cephera thought it was you in her bed." Frigga pursed her lips into a firm line. He'd angered her.
"My 'father' is a hypocrite and my wife is a whore." The words tore him from the inside out. Even if it was a lie, the word whore cut him. How long would he have to pretend she meant nothing to him?
His anger at Odin was real, but not for Cephera.
Loki was disappointed in his mother for not realizing that what he said was his attempt to separate Cephera from his wrongs. To detach everyone from harms way.
"I think you need to think long and hard before you start associating that word with her." Frigga had calmed again. Her anger disappeared and sadness replaced it. "In time you'll see." She assured Loki. "In time all will be well, but it's only you that can make a change towards your future."
With that last bit of advice, Frigga's vision disappeared.
Loki allowed his hand to let go of the book. He'd been holding it so tight to keep complete control of himself that his knuckles had lost all blood flow. He had to shake his hand to get it to return.
Only he could change his future.
He planned on it, for he didn't think he could trust anyone else without them fooling it up or getting killed. Loki made this mess, he would clean it up.

Notes

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Comments

@fraychan
Then I have done my job well. :p

Yasumi Yasumi
6/15/15

Your cliff hangers wound me D:

fraychan fraychan
6/12/15

@fraychan
Keep that adrenaline pumping, still a lot to come.

Yasumi Yasumi
5/14/15

Oh god I can't even describe how happy this chapter made me. I'm feeling a slight adrenaline rush haha

fraychan fraychan
5/12/15

@fraychan
I agree, things have could been so much different if things had just come to light sooner.

Yasumi Yasumi
5/7/15