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Besotted
            The following days were strange and seemed to blur together. Loki hadn’t approached her again once they returned from Midgard, but showered her with gifts and flowers daily. Post-partum depression was always a possibility, but being kept from the child she’d given birth to only exacerbated the condition. All the gifts and flowers in the world weren’t going to fill the gaping void within her.
            After his ‘proposal’ of marriage he decided to give her some time to think it over, but he no doubt expected an answer on his return.
            Shaylee felt hollow, empty, alone. All that excitement she felt about having a daughter, all the preparation, hopes, and dreams . . . now she was hitting the crash after the high.
            She’d been all over the house in every room, in every hall, through every door remembering Loki saying that the nursery they’d prepared for her little girl was still hers. Much to her dismay, the door that led to the nursery was gone. There was a wall there instead as though there had never been a door to begin with. It was maddening. He had played with her mind before, she couldn’t rule out his playing with her now.
            There was a deep feeling of revolution each time she thought about agreeing to such a perverse arrangement. They didn’t love each other, every day had been a struggle just to force herself and resolve to get along with Loki regardless of the moments she wanted to scratch his eyes out. Having been so swept up in the excitement when she found out she was having a girl, she foiled herself into believing that they were equal partners in this. Shay was his possession, and there was nothing she could do about it. IT wasn’t a marriage; it was a formal flat out declaration of surrender. If she didn’t agree to it, she would never see her little girl. Shay didn’t know how she could live like this. If she wanted to continue to live at all.
Special Occasions
            “Are you sure about this mistress?” Isabel asked putting a rose in Shay’s hair.
            “You are so talented Isabel. I never thought I’d see my hair look so beautiful. You shouldn’t be stuck here with me.” Shay deflected the question.
            Isabel sighed putting her hand on Shay’s shoulders. “What good can come of seducing him?” She asked.
            Shay looked down before forcing a smile, “Because if I don’t do everything he wants, behave the way he wants, he will never let me see her.” She looked up at Isabel resting her hand over one of hers on her shoulder, “You have to be careful Isabel. You know what happened to the others who have crossed him in this house. Please be careful.” She said softly.
            Isabel gave a nod, and Shaylee stood walking over to the mirror looking at herself. She was wearing a beautiful form fitting black address. “Wow.” She said seeing how she looked. “Can’t even tell I was ever pregnant. Women would kill for that.” She sighed softly, “He’ll be arriving soon. Can you go check on dinner.”
            “Yes mistress.” Isabel turned and hurried off. Shay looked at herself again.
            “You have to do this Shay, if you ever want to see Kameron.” So many things have gone through her mind. Wrong things. Perhaps the most wrong thought she had, was to wonder if you could kill a God. If once she and Kameron were together, was there a way to kill Loki, and find some way to escape. Back to Earth, there would be other countries besides the United States. She’d always wanted to see the United Kingdom, Canada was even closer still.
            But the reality was, to even have that thought, the thought that she could kill someone and mean it, made her sick and ashamed. No matter how much of a bastard that person was. No matter how cruel and heartless that person was, to hold her little girl as leverage against her. He really and truly was a monster.
Dinner Dates
            Things had been rather silent between then since Loki arrived, but Shay kept her smile regardless of how she felt. She’d had to regain his trust before, and there was no running a game on him like that again.
            They ate in silence for a while as Loki never took his eyes off her. Finally he was the first to speak. “You look positively beautiful this evening.”
            “Thank you.” She said with a soft smile.
            “You would look even more beautiful if it didn’t seem you were suffering from intestinal distress.” Loki added.
            He was testing her and she knew it. He knew just how to get under her skin. “Stomach is a bit off, so a little higher up.” She said retaining her smile.
            Loki smirked, “Well, hopefully by the end of our meal it will have gotten better. We wouldn’t want anything to disrupt our activities later this evening.” He could see she was struggling to hold her tongue and keep her pleasant demeanor. He chuckled drinking his wine.
            “No, we wouldn’t want anything to disrupt that.” She agreed drinking her own wine with much larger drinks. She was going to need a lot more if she was going to make it through the night.
            She put down her fork and rested her hands in her lap. “I’ve been thinking since you left, about your proposal.” It wasn’t a proposal so much as an ultimatum, “And I had some questions. Mostly, how would it work. What I mean is, what are we doing as far as a wedding ceremony?”
            “I thought I would leave that up to you. It is the bride’s preference after all is it not?” Loki replied.
            “I suppose but it’s not as though any part of this is your average situation. I don’t have any family to invite, and you seem to not want to introduce me to yours.” Shay sighed, “So it would be me, you, a pastor, and witnesses.”
            “You have a friend or two you’ve made here I imagine you’d want to attend you.” Loki said holding up his wine glass to be filled again as the servant rushed over and did so.
            Shaylee froze a moment, “You mean Heather and Isabel . . . don’t you.” Of course he would know about them, and he wouldn’t hesitate to reek harm and vengeance on them if she gave him a reason. Loki just smirked his eyes starring at her. Yet another bit of leverage he held over her like an executioners axe. He wouldn’t hurt her directly, but he would take out everyone around her and destroy everything if it suited him.
            “Can I assume this line of questioning is leading up to you telling me you’ve accepted my offer of marriage?” He already knew the answer before she gave it. Loki simply enjoyed goading her at every opportunity.
            Shay starred back into his eyes. “No.” She said bluntly causing his smile to fade.
            “I beg your pardon?” Loki was hardly expecting this when she’d been making such an effort to gain his favor since he’d arrived.
            “I want to see her first. I want to see Kameron. Only then will I give you any kind of answer.” There was a pain in the back of her throat as she spoke. His mood change so violently fast, she had no idea how he was going to react.
            Loki just looked at her in silence for what seemed to Shay like an eternity. Then he smirked, “Alright.” He responded, “I suppose that’s only fair, isn’t it.”
            It was such a relief when he seemed to agree to her condition. “Really?” She was a bit surprised having expected a solid, ‘No’.
            “Yes. It’s been nearly 2 weeks since you gave birth. It’s about time you met our daughter.” He said simply. He had all of Shay’s undivided attention now. Somewhere in the back of Shay’s mind, there was the thought something had gone horribly wrong. The ‘complications’ that he’d mentioned, the way he looked at her when she first awoke. There was a feeling that he was hiding something terrible.
            “Now?” She asked anxiously. “Can I see her now?”
            He leaned back in his chair holding his wine glass a smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Finish your meal.”
Introductions
            Shaylee was excited and anxious, doing her best to keep it contained and not let him see it. It was hard, and of course Loki was fully aware of her excitement. He’d kept her this emotionally fragile for a purpose.
            They turned the hallway and Shaylee stopped seeing the missing door she had been searching for that led to the nursery. She breathed in sharply and hurried towards the doors pushing them open. The two who were charged as nurses for the newborn stood and bowed to Loki.
            It was strange, the maids and servants never bowed to him, not like that. Shay stepped in further and went to the bassinette. She was in shock and awe when she saw the baby, wide awake and quite happy. She was beautiful. She had a dark black tuff of hair and shining green eyes. Shay stepped closer and kneeled down next to the bassinette just starring at her in disbelief. She was so perfect, her small toes, her small long fingers, and the way she giggled caused Shay to smile and her entire face and body to light up. “Is she . . . is she real?” Shay breathed. Many times he’d played his illusions on her, she couldn’t rule out that he wasn’t doing it to her now.
            Loki nodded towards the crib and Shay moved even closer still, carefully reaching in she gently picked her up holding her in her arms. She was real, had she been one of his illusions, she would have faded as soon as he tried to touch her.
            “Oh my god.” She said softly holding the little on in her arms. It was like a dream.
Loki dismissed the two servants who immediately left closing the doors. Shay was still very young, but she was clearly a natural, having always had a strong material instinct to begin with. Loki decided to let her spend some time with Kameron for a while, just watching as the mother and child bonded.
Walking on Sunshine
            Shay was still incredibly excited and anxious having gotten to see and hold her little girl in her arms. Her daughter whose every detail was flawless and perfect in her eyes. Loki had been watching her flutter about the room since they’d retired after Shay’s first encounter with Kameron.
            “She’s so very pretty, and . . . well just perfect.” Shay repeated, “I can’t believe . . . well, I can’t believe that she’s mine. My daughter. My little girl. She came from me!”
            “I did have some part in it.” Loki said watching her as she seemed to be moving things about the room for no apparent reason other than she didn’t seem to be able to settle down.
            “I know.” She said with a laugh, “She has your eyes, your hair. I think she looks a little like me too though, in her face. Do you think she’ll be tall? She looks like she’ll be tall. I guess she wouldn’t have a hope of being short, you being 6’2 and me not far behind.” She was prattling at this point. Her mind was a million miles away. Shay went over and sat down next to him on the bed, “She’s going to be a heart breaker. That’s for sure.”
            “I cannot help but agree.” Loki said touching her cheek and started to draw closer but Shay’s attention was elsewhere.
            “And on top of that, she’s a princess isn’t she? Your being her dad and all.” Shay continued. This was exactly what he had been concerned about happening. Shaylee’s attention was decidedly shifted away from him completely and he was far from pleased by it. “Yes, and as my wife you will be as well.” He stated.
            The glow she’d been in melted away and the joy seemed to drain from her entire being. She’d forgotten what she had bought her short visit with her little girl with. The understanding that she would agree to marrying him as he’d demanded. She rested her hands in her lap, “Yes, I guess . . . I guess that’s true.” She said softly. Loki grinned seeing her attention had shifted back to where it should be. He moved closer to her keeping his eyes on her face.
            “And of course Kameron would have the benefit of having married parents. Something many children of Midgard no longer have.” He continued. Shay was silent and simply gave a nod. Reaching up he turned her face towards him. “There’s a good girl.” He pulled her into a kiss, then began to devour her lips.
            Shaylee started to submit but then stopped and jerked herself away from him standing from the bed. This was getting a bit tedious. He just gave her a look wanting to hear her excuse. “IF we’re going to get married, we can’t do . . . that, anymore.”Loki’s eyes moved away from her a moment as he sighed in irritation. “At least not until after the wedding.” She added.
            “Really.” He said still not looking at her.
            “It’s tradition.” She added further.
            “Is it.” Loki replied. There was another long moment of awkward silence before Loki stood from the bed and walked to her. He leaned down close to her face, “As you wish.” Then he turned and left the room slamming the doors behind.
            Shay sighed in relief, “Crisis averted.” She said as she walked over throwing herself onto the bed.
Antagonist
            Once again Shay sat at her vanity as Isabel brushed and styled her hair. “You look so beautiful mistress.” She complimented as another of the maids had helped Shay with makeup. “He won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”
            Shay sighed, “Thank you, but I’m relatively certain that this is meant as punishment.” She said drawing a deep but difficult breath.
            “I can loosen it for you again mistress.” Isabel didn’t know how it kept getting so tight, she must have loosened it a half a dozen times.
            “Don’t bother Isabel. He’s doing it.” She shook her head, “Steel boned corset with leather ties? Like he was going to pass up an opportunity for a little payback.”
            “Payback?” Isabel asked weaving another flower into Shay’s hair.
            “I’ve refused to share a bed with him for the past 3 weeks using our ‘wedding ceremony’ and ‘tradition’ as a shield to keep him at bay. He started the game, and he’s mad that I figured out how to play it so quickly. And I am currently a few points ahead of him.” She felt the corset tighten against slightly and grit her teeth. “Could you . . um . . . hurry a little please Isabel?” She was almost begging, “I don’t know how much longer I can stay seated.”
            “Yes mistress, just a moment more.” Isabel’s skilled fingers moved lightening fast and she finished helping Shaylee to her feet. It was a relief to be certain, and Shay held her hand over her stomach.
            “Lord, I don’t know how women wear these things. Masochists came up with these torture devices.” Two other servants that were attending her brought in her dress and helped her to get in it. More ties and laces up the back over the bodice. Shay wondered how long until he just squeezed the life out of her completely, if that was the plan. When the dress was all done up, she walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. As Isabel had said, she was decidedly beautiful. There was no denying that. The bridal gown was white of course as was the tradition on Midgard from the area she’d come from, silk, lace, and satin. Isabel moved closer and placed her tiara that held her veil on her head. Shay just looked at herself in the mirror, not recognizing herself. “Shouldn’t I be excited about today?” She asked finally.
            Heather and Isabel looked at each other a moment knowing the whole story and situation. Heather straightened her veil and Isabel reached up gently taking Shay’s hand. “Mistress . . . be happy, because after today you will have your child. He won’t keep you apart from her any longer. You can be together with your daughter. She is who you are doing this for, whom you have agreed to pledge your life for. Is that not a reason to be happy?” Isabel said hopefully.
            Shay smiled a little and nodded. She was focused on the wrong aspect of this wedding. She was doing it for Kameron. That beautiful little girl that she held close in her arms, with beautiful green eyes, black hair, soft pink skin, and her smile. She had the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. A smile that would light up a room and bring happiness. Of course she wanted that joy in her life, of course she wanted to hold her little girl and watch her grow. She was the reason for this, and she would always be the reason that she bowed to Loki’s will. Shay nodded a little bit before she reached out and hugged Isabel, and Heather as well. “Thank you both, for standing beside me today.”
Wedding Ceremony
            It wasn’t a typical wedding ceremony, there was no way it could have been. Her dress, although white, was in a decidedly Asgardian fashion. There were even bits of metal armor in places. It was still breathtaking of course but it seemed odd to her a little bit.
            Loki dressed as well, actually looking quite handsome but she would never tell him that. His ego didn’t need any more inflating, to be honest it could do with someone popping it with a pin every now and again. He looked like he was in some sort of armor, complete with horns on his helmet. However, he did take it off before the ceremony began.
            They stood together, holding each other’s hands. Shay was a little confused at times, she didn’t understand everything the man was saying, or the words she was meant to repeat. Luckily she had a good ear and she recited as she was meant too, even if she didn’t quite understand what they meant.
            When it came to the ring ceremony, she couldn’t keep her eyes off it. As Loki held her hand in his, a light seemed to come from their hands. A purple light from her hand, and a green one from Loki’s. It swirled about, over their wrists and back over their hands. More words and vows were exchanged and soon the light became solid, and wrapped around Shay’s wedding finger finally resting there, a soft glow in the gem surrounded by diamonds and emeralds. It was such a magical experience. Then before too long, they were pronounced husband and wife. They kissed, and it was done. They were married now . . . and there was no changing it ever again. Shaylee belonged to him, completely.
Case of Nerves
            Loki chuckled watching as Shaylee paced in frustration. “All you need to is ask.” He reminded her.
            “You sure you want to let me out of this rig? I think there’s still one rib you haven’t cracked.” Shay said having been struggling with the corset once she had gotten out of her wedding gown. Loki just watched her with a smirk a while longer. Finally Shay threw up her hands with a groan of absolute frustration. She turned looking at him, “Will you please help me get this thing off while I’m still conscious?”
            With a grin he walked to her and turned her away from him resting his hands on her bare shoulders. He could smell her hair which held the scent of roses, and fell her soft milky white skin beneath his fingertips. After a moment, he reached up and took out the silver combs from her hair which held it in place letting her hair cascade down in ringlets and curls. He smoothed his fingers through her hair moving it forward over her shoulder. Slowly his hand moved down her back and the laces and ties of the corset melted away and vanished as he moved over them.
            At once, Shaylee gasped for air as it flooded her lungs, and the corset fell away. Her knees started to buckle but Loki held her tight against him so she wouldn’t fall. Shay was lightheaded and could hardly stay on her feet as the blood rushed back to her limbs making her a little ill and shaky. “Oh you bastard.” She blurted out, “I should have realized you were a sadist.” The sickness she felt began to subside and pass quickly.
            Loki was enjoying this far to much. All the way through the ceremony he couldn’t take his eyes off of Shay. She was stunning in every way in her bridal gown. “Pain is often the price for such flawless beauty.” He whispered into her ear. His body was pressed firmly to hers as his hands returned to her shoulders and slowly slid down her arms, sliding the thin undergarment she wore beneath the corset.
            Shay didn’t like this, but she had no choice. Loki owned her now, and she had bought her last few weeks of celibacy with the promise of this night. He would never be denied it. Loki started to kiss her neck, and she closed her eyes tight, his hands resting to her hips pressing their bodies together, and she could feel him against her backside and he was more than anxious to begin the evening.
            When he started to kiss her shoulder, Shay found herself slipping from his grasp suddenly, sweeping the garment he had just removed back up over her shoulders. Loki just stared at her waiting to hear it.
            “I need . . . 10 minutes.” She said quickly.
            “Why.” Loki said in a simple low tone.
            Shaylee bit her lip, “Well,” She began. “What’s the point of providing me with a nightgown for our wedding night if I don’t wear it?”
            Loki was surprised by that, he’d forgotten about it completely. “Honestly?” He was a bit anxious, but to see her in the gift he’d given her for the consummation of their wedding vows, would me more than worth a few more moments wait. “Alright. I’ll even give you 15 minutes. But not a moment more.” With that he turned and disappeared.
            Shay sighed. She’d bought herself a few more moments. “God, Shaylee. It’s not like you even have a virginity to lose, he already got that.” She said berating herself for being so childish.
            She changed into the black lace and satin gown with green and gold trim, and took the flowers and other adornments from her hair. She brushed it out over and over again. IT was so incredibly soft and smelled sweet like the roses she’d been surrounded by all day. She took the makeup off that she never usually wore. But there seemed to be some unwritten rule that you had to wear it on your wedding day. She washed her face clean and looked at herself in the mirror, not even certain what she was looking at anymore.
            “Mrs. Loki.” She sighed, “Congratulations.” After a moment she took a breath and walked back into the room.

To Be Continued . . . .
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