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Date: May 15, 2000
Setting: Manor Library
Status: Private (Uriel and Loki -- Complete)
Summary: Uriel runs into Loki in the library.

Thankfully she hadn't run into anyone on her way to the library -- not that it was a long way, what with her room being quite close. She had managed to avoid any awkward questions until then and hopefully would continue to avoid them until her pregnancy became impossible to hide anymore.

She held the stack of books under one arm while opening the door to the library. They had been quite helpful; she now knew a lot more about what exactly was happening in her body, and what would happen over the next eight months. Sure, she still had a lot to read and learn, but she now knew the basics.

Although her way to the library had indeed been uninterrupted, she hadn't expected anybody to be in the library itself. However, somebody was indeed there. A bit surprised, she watched the bald head bent over a book.

"Loki?" she asked. "I didn't take you as the type to read."

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Uriel simply couldn't hold back the tears that burst out as she listened to Loki's tale. "How can you still call Odin your brother?" she blurted out. Her motherly instincts may have had little time to develope, but even in such a short time she had become very attached to her yet-to-be-born child. To think that somebody could lose five already born children, and in such horrible ways, too...

She shivered, taking a step away from Loki and placing one hand protectively over her still perfectly flat stomach without even fully realizing that she was doing such things. Tears streamed down her face as she thought about the horrible fates of Loki's children. How could Odin have done something like that? She'd thought he cared about Loki!

...He wouldn't do anything like that to her child... would he?

Loki shivered and clutched his book tightly to his chest as he got up unaware that the title Pharmacology Condensed was now clearly visible.

"Because." he whispered hoarsely fighting back tears of his own. "Odin is the only family I have left. Because nobody else in the world cares for me and because he still has Sleipnir. Now please excuse me. I do not like to talk about this."

He fled from the room still clutching the book.

Uriel's teary eyes indeed saw the title of the book. While her mind did not truly register it, her somewhat photographic memory picked up the sight of Loki clutching the book with the title well visible and stored it away for future reference. However, at the moment she paid no mind to such things as she listened to Loki's whispered words, then saw the god flee from the library.

"Well, he is the only one I have left, too," she whispered to the empty room. "Aside from Him, he is the only one who cares for me." More tears sprung forth as she thought about how everybody she'd thought to care about her had abandoned and hurt her in the end. Michael. Pestilence.

Would Odin abandon her, too? Would he hurt her -- directly or through her child? If Odin no more cared about her, she would be just as alone as Loki would have been without him. She'd never been too close with other angels; aside from her friendship with Michael, she hadn't truly known closeness. In the Manor, however, she had come to know it -- and the pain the loss of it caused.

Any thoughts of finding more books on pregnancy had fled her mind by now. Tears streaming down her pale face, she hurried into her room. There she dug through her few possessions until she found the bottle of medicine Raphael had given her (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/76962.html?thread=1189026#t1189026). While there were definitely no signs of a violent manic episode being about to arrive, even in her currently rather irrational state of mind she knew that she was about to get majorly depressed. She had no idea whether the medicine could prevent the episode entirely, but hopefully it'd at least keep her from harming herself.

After swallowing the medicine she fell onto her bed, crying helplessly. Loki's tale had not only upset her directly; it had also summoned some quite horrifying images of possible future events from her lively imagination.

Odin was indeed pretty much all she had. She trusted him to keep both her and her child safe.

What would she do if it was Odin who hurt either of them?

Loki ran all the way back to the room he shared with Odin. Luckily his brother was working at the moment, so he had the room to himself.

He spent the next twenty minutes sobbing into Odin's pillow until he'd finally cried himself out.

Only once he had calmed down did he notice the book he'd dropped onto the bed beside him. It was an excellent source of information on the various medicines his doctor kept mentioning, but he shouldn't read it here, where Odin could see it. He didn't want to take it back right away either, so, after a frantic look around the room, he stuffed it into his couch. Unless Odin got the crazy idea to make his bed for him it should be quite safe there.