The Priviate Life of the Avengers

Chapter Four- Loki

Loki's P.O.V.

When I finally arrived on the mountain, I just broke down I was in a state of shock. I couldn't believe it... He had found me, and now he would kill me. I hadn't taken over this godforsaken rock, even worse I had helped the Avengers. By saving that woman, I had sealed my fate. To die at his hand. I suddenly felt remorse for everything I had ever done to wrong anyone... Especially Thor which killed me. I began to wonder how I would die there were so many ways he could do it. Then I heard it the sound of a hammer swinging. I quickly composed myself. I would never let Thor see me cry. I finally composed myself right as I heard him land.

"Loki, Is it him?" Thor spoke to quietly which was odd. Mainly because he should know that if I could I would have killed him on the spot. "It depends on who I know a lot of "hims"." I was not in the mood for this. I needed to think but I decided I would play his game. "You know exactly who." He said grabbing both my shoulders forcing me to look at him.

"Yes, who else would it be?" I could barely say it. I looked at him and saw the shock form in his eyes. It almost made me laugh, how pitiful he seemed... He still cared.

Why would he still to this day give a damn about me? It hurt more than anything he had ever done to me. "Brother... Loki... Let me help you." As he spoke I saw him begin to tear up. I hated seeing him like this. It almost made me care about him... Almost. I could never think about him as a friend again.

"How could you help me?" I said icily. "Throw me off a cliff again." I said breaking free of his grasp and walking away.

I rubbed my eye and felt it wet and then I realized... I was hurt. I suddenly felt the searing pain in my left side. I touched the place where I hurt and felt the hot blood come out of my wound. I took a small look behind me and saw a trail of blood. I began to wonder if Thor had seen it to but his back was turned to me. Then I felt the hilt of a dagger stuck in my side it was so far in I hadn't even felt it until I found the blood.

I started to cough and only blood came out. That's when I knew I was in trouble. I knew that I needed to pull it out I also knew it would hurt like hell. As I gripped the hilt I remembered a long time ago when Thor and I had to fight the frost giants, I had been stabbed then to only it had been Thor who had pulled it out. I almost said something to him but... then I remembered my hate for him. So I grabbed it and I pulled it out but I couldn't hide the scream of pain that escaped from me.

"Brother!" I heard Thor shout as he blundered towards me. I couldn't help as I fell towards the cold ground. But as I laid their I saw the shadow of a woman walk away and I knew it hadn't been Tony that had stabbed me. "Loki!" I felt Thor raise my head causing me to cough up more blood. As I looked up at him I saw him cry.

"You cry for me Thor... How sentimental." I said I could barely say it because of the pain by now I was bleeding so hard there was blood covering both my hands and Thor's. "How can you jest at a time like this?" He said trying not to cry, it really wasn't working.

So I laughed. "Why not? It's helped before the silent years of exile all alone." I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for how icy it had sounded but I was probably dying so that made me care even less. "Loki... I am so..." I almost wished he would have finished that sentence. "What's wrong cat got your tongue?" I scoffed.

I almost wished I heard his answer but I started to black out. Apparently Thor figured it out to. "Loki stay awake." He said gently shaking me. "Why do you still care?" I asked it was one thing I had pondered on for a long time and never came up with an answer to and I wanted to know before I died. "Loki it doesn't matter." He spoke quickly trying to avoid the subject.

"Please Thor it's a dying mans last wish." I could tell by me saying that it had struck a blow. "I don't know I just... Do." He was still avoiding it. This normally wouldn't have bothered me as much as it did now but since I was dying it complicated things. "Thor you know you can't keep your reason hidden from me for long, I invented secrets." I said but I started passing out again.

I was almost wishing he would let me die, it would be better than dying at another's hand. "Brother." Thor said gently. I started to remember again about our childhood. I remembered before he controlled the thunder and lightning, it used to scare me.

Thor was the only one who could calm me down. I honestly never thought when I was younger we would be at opposite ends of a blade. A tear fell down my face, and I realized... This is the first time since my exile I had cried, and I realized something... I was... Sorry.

I would never admit it to Thor but it was the truth. I felt remorse for everything I had done. But it was too late. I was exiled from the Nine Realms, the only father I had ever known despised me, my real father was dead by my hand, and everyone on Midgard hated my very existence.

Then I was sure I was ready to die. I had lived for much to long and I was tired of it. There was no end in sight for all my pain. So I decided this wound would kill me. So I began to pass out again. "Bother... Loki. Stop stay awake... Please brother... Do not give up!" he said shaking me. He was trying to inspire me but little did he know he was shouting at the wind. "It's over." Then I blacked out hoping never to wake again.