Drawing at Straws

ooc: set a several weeks or so after her and Loki's mating thread

Oh she had screwed up now. Man had she screwed up. She paced back and forth outside of her den, her ears pinned back against her skull. She whined softly, her thoughts racing. What was her family going to say? She knew this kind of thing wasn't exactly smiled upon with her family and it wasn't like she was some young thing that had slipped up. She had just turned five years old, she was plenty old enough to have known better. She turned and paced across yet again for lack of anything else to do.

She knew she was pregnant. There was no denying it. Now she could only deal with the consequences. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, her silver gaze widening as she thought of Atlas. She couldn't imagine what he would say to her or what he would want to do to Loki for causing this. It really wasn't the black brute's fault though, was it? No, she had consented to this. The both of them had been very much in their right mind. She had been swayed by her heat of course, but she should have had enough common sense to not mate with him. She started her pacing once more, sighing heavily, so unsure of what her next move could be.



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