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Chapter 98

Chapter 98
(Cephera)
"Princess Cephera," Jarvis greeted. Cephera jumped up as if he'd entered the room and she was eager to greet him. After a whole night and half a day, Christmas hit and Tony was not home.
"Jarvis! Is Mr. Stark and Pepper alive?"
"Both Mr. Stark and Miss Potts are well and are flying in today. It seems we have a security breech of several doors." Cephera let out a sigh of relief. Rorik was looking around for the voice, his Earth studies were not as advanced as Cepheras.
"Yes, we had to break a few doors to get into the building. Where have you been?" She asked.
"I'm afraid the damage to the house in Malibu disrupted my mainframe and temporarily disengaged me. Mr. Stark was able to reboot me." It was so easy to get caught up in the realism of Javis. The way he spoke was not monotone, he had attitude and even concern.
"I have alerted Mr. Stark to your own survival." Jarvis added. "It's good to see you unharmed."
"Thank you," Cephera said.
"Can we trust your Midgardian friends?" Sigyn asked, weary to meet strangers.
"Tony Stark is arrogant, but I doubt he's malicious. Pepper Potts has been more than just my housemate, she's been a real friend. If Tony can't keep his mouth to himself she can certainly keep him in check." Cephera smirked at the thought. She'd seen Pepper shut Tony up a few times.
Tony is fun to watch when he is at a loss for a witty comeback, which wasn't often.
"Is the voice gone?" Rorik asked looking at the ceiling.
"Jarvis is a computer, he's everywhere belonging to Mr. Stark." Cephera shurgged.
"And unless your secrets are a direct endangerment to Mr. Stark, my lips are sealed." Rorik gave another quizzical look around.
"Thank you, Jarvis." Cephera looked to Sigyn, or rather Sigurd. She had decided that, to avoid questions and confusion, it was best to keep her identity secret and chose herself a different name.
Cephera had raided Pepper's closet and found Sigurd something to wear. Her and Pepper were of a similar height. Cephera had found a dress that was a decent fit, though she was sure on Pepper is was most likly a dress to wear leggings with but for Cephera there was no need.
She sipped her Earl Grey tea and sat back on the couch. She wasn't sure if Tony would be happy to have more company, but he would have to deal with it. If she had to, she'd throw a guilt his way, if that was even possible
(Seraphina)
"I can't do anything else here." Seraphina growled as she continued to walk away from her father.
"Three girls are dead." Her father roared after her.
"And we are no closer to finding the rest." She stopped and turned on her heels. "Are you not concerned for Cephera?" Seraphina had felt concerned from the moment her son came to gather items for Earth currency and avoided every question she'd asked. Only for his urgent nature, Seraphina might have refused to let him leave.
"Your sister can take care of herself. You are needed here." King Yorin was angry and frustrated. The situation on their home world was getting worse and they still couldn't prove anyone responsible.
Seraphina hated the day another girl went missing and Krystoff had been in the same room eating a meal when it happened. His sister only having left moments before. The distance the women went missing was too far for either of them to have gotten too.
The thought that Krystoff and his family might actually be innocent drove her crazy.
Of course, maybe they had others doing their dirty work.
Seraphina huffed and was tempted to stomp her foot. Her patience was wearing thin. Her resolve bursting and her usual calm was shattering. They were all separated and she needed her sister to bring her even a little peace.
"Cephera is part of this royal family. She should be here." Seraphina knew the argument to come, but she felt Cephera would be safer where they could see and protect her.
"When almost every girl who resembles her is going missing, three already dead and after giving birth, the children missing. We can't keep an eye on these girls, how could we guarantee she would remain safe." Seraphina clenched her fists together.
He was right. They'd gathered together all females around the same height as her sister. Similar hair color, blue eyes, as humanoid as they could get. They hadn't protected them, how could they make sure Cephera would be safe.
"This is frustrating. I didn't even know Mechanova was so big." Seraphina threw her hands in the air. She'd always known the forest spanned a long distance, but she hasn't realized just how big their world was. She had never needed to go that far before.
"We are both at our very edge. The people are worried, they question my methods lately." King Yorin wiped his face. "I need you here." He told her.
It had been hard. Their people were so hard headed and determined that everyone thought they knew how to combat this predator. They all believed they could take this man on and defend themselves. They'd never been faced with this before. For once fear was rising, and none of them really knew how to fight it.
Soon panic might set in and she hated to think what might happen then. They might just demand Cephera be given up. It wasn't like people hadn't noticed the trend and those who might have overheard conversations were beginning to talk.
Cephera was not in line for the throne. She was handicapped as far as the people were concerned. As much as they might have loved her once, the safety of their own families would come above that.
She'd never felt afraid before. Not like this. She didn't want to let any one know. Didn't want to looked vulnerable.
"I'm going to Asgard, I'll be back before nightfall." Seraphina decided. When she had been fighting the feelings of fear, thought's of Fandral ran through her mind. He was the only one she just might be able to open up to and not be judge for it.
She wouldn't have even told Cephera, because for her younger sister, Seraphina always had to stay strong.
(Loki)
He'd become bored of his books. He sat rigid on the ledge looking out of his cell. The only visitor he ever got was his mother, and even then he was forced to pretend to be indifferent.
It burned him inside out to lie to her, to yell at her and chid her. The one free moment he'd had with his wife had been the only saving grace for him to feel like he would be okay.
He'd dug his hole deeper and deeper from the moment he fell from the Byfrost to the moment he returned to Asgard.
In hindsight, he'd grabbed the shovel to dig his hole when he let those Jotuns into Asgard.
Why had he done that? Where did that idiotic scheme come from?
At the time he thought it was such a perfect way to prove Thor was unfit for the throne, at least not yet. Thor had so much more growing to do.
Loki had been given the throne and no one but his mother felt he could be king. Even his so-called mutual friends had turned on him. Disobeyed orders, expected him to overthrow Odins last commands. What kind of King would he have been to immediately have lifted Odins ban on Thor?
Tyr was right. Sif and the Warriors three didn't respect him. They thought him a fool, a joke. They always had. They too had gotten worse over the years. Following Thor blindly into trouble.
Sure, Loki had made mistakes, but so had Thor.
Bitterness was not new to Loki, but it was certainly his newest, strongest feeling. He didn't hate Thor, but the bitterness ate at him.
He had to stop thinking about the past. His current situation put him in a difficult situation. He hadn't expected Odin to order him incarcerated for life. He expected some punishment that would last until he 'learned' his lesson. Now he was forced to think day in and day out of a way to escape.
He couldn't just escape though, he had to make it look innocent. He couldn't make his plans obvious. It was more Thor being suspicious that Loki worried about and he had to make sure that even Heimdall would be blind to his efforts.
'Cephera, I hope by the end of all of this, we can find peace.' Loki thought to himself, resting his head against the cold marble wall and closing his eyes. He pictured his wife, his best friend, in his mind and loneliness engulfed him.
(Fandral)
"We've got to stop meeting like this." Fandral joked right before taking a gulp from his goblet as he lay propped up against his pillows. Seraphina was lying flat beside him, her finger touching, almost caressing, his hip.
He'd never seen her do that before. She wasn't a touchy girl outside of sex.
He was surprised to see her in Asgard at all and even more so when she apparently came directly to him.
They had a complicated relationship, no one could question that.
"I'm scared," the tone she took was strained, almost desperate. Fandral was speechless a moment as he stared down at her. She had her head turned so that she was looking away from him.
"About?" He urged her onward. It was not a confession he'd expected to ever hear from her.
"Death among my people has happened over the decades, but murder...," she shook her head. "It's frightening to know someone out there can so easily abduct one of us. Do the things he's done and then,"
Fandral wasn't sure, but he could swear she sounded like she might cry. His first instinct was to reach out and hold her, but that never went over well with Seraphina.
"This past month hope has been dwindling. I feel like I've failed my people. What kind of Queen will I be if I can't save and protect the people of today, let alone the future." She cleared her throat and sat up abruptly.
"Sera," he began but she hopped out of bed and grabbed her top.
"Thanks for listening," she said not looking at him and in fact making a point to not be seen.
Fandral jumped from the bed, not willing to just let her go, not this time. Be damned with her temper.
"Seraphina you're not leaving." He grabbed her, turning her to face him. He was surprised he didn't get a fist to the face or worse.
Instead, she froze. His arms engulfed around her shoulders and his lips muttered encouraging words against her forehead. "It'll be alright. You haven't failed your kingdom. No one is perfect. When you find them you'll see them properly punished and precautions will be set forth to avoid anything similar in the future. You will make a great queen for your sheer determination." He told her.
"Come back with me. I can't be there without someone, anyone." Fandral agreed readily.
Seraphina was a habitual bed sharer. All her life she'd slept next to someone. Be it her sister, or a lover. This trying time in her life must be leaving her very lonely.
"You know I'm always here when you need me."
"I know. Thank you." She sighed. "Now, I'm giving you 10 seconds to let go."
Fandral instantly let go, backing up with one careful step, hands raised. She looked at him, her eyes glossy, but no tears had spilled. "This is not an invitation to think...,"
"That we are in any form of relationship aside from friends and occasional lovers, I know." He smirked. When would she ever stop reminding him? He really didn't need to be reminded, he knew her well enough to know how she worked.

Notes

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