Odin's Little Devil// Loki

First Words

TW

How could it be? It was him. It was Loki.

How am I hearing you right now?

Nyx was crying now. The pure sound of his voice was overwhelmingly comforting.

I needed Odin to think I was dead, otherwise, plan B would never work. You can't tell him I'm still alive. Are you alright?

It seemed like such a silly question to ask in the midst of everything. She furrowed her eyebrows as the tears spilled down her face. Had he really been alive this whole time? What was he doing? How was he alive, she watched through a blurry screen as he died?

Am I alright?

She blinked to clear her vision and stared down at the blade lain on the ground beside her. She pushed it away as if it were something about to come to life and kill her. Her heart ached more than before now, not of grief, but of anger, sorrow, disgust, regret. It was a hurricane of emotions.

I had a knife to my throat seconds ago. I thought you were dead!

Is someone threatening your life? Nyx, please. I'm on Midgard if you can come to me. If you're in any kind of danger-

I tried to kill myself.

It was only five words, but they were words she never thought would ever leave her mouth. The drunken daze was making her mind quite hard to understand on the receiving end, she must have seemed scattered, all the emotions she was feeling would sound very strange to another's mind.

What?

I just wanted to be with you... You've been on Midgard all this time?

You tried to kill yourself? Nyx... I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I need you. I can tell you're upset with me, trust me, I've been struggling too. But there's a good reason I couldn't contact you within the past few weeks.

Struggling? You've been struggling?!

Nyx, I promise I did not think this would ever hurt you as badly as it has.

I was about to end my life because you couldn't bear to contact me! I can't eat because all I can hear is you falling over the edge of the bridge. I hadn't even left the infirmary until last night!

I'm so sorry. Please, come to Midgard. Once here I can explain everything. Please, Nyx.

I can't believe you.

Please.

No, why was my misery more important than some kind of message. You know plenty of witches and sorcerers on Midgard who could have repeated your message, a simple "I'm alive" would have sufficed.

I'm dreadfully sorry, Nyx. You know I would never purposefully create this agony. I love you too much to do that.

Well you have!

There was a sudden change in the feeling he gave off mentally. She could feel his regret and his loneliness through her mind. Nyx seemed to feast on his regret and drear, it was a splash of water on her wildfire but she was still beyond upset.

Nyx...

It was her name once more. It sounded so sweet on his tongue.

She continued to stare at the knife on the ground. She felt cold.

Please, baby...

Nyx cringed as she felt her muscles soften at the sound. She hated how sensitive she was, she hated just how weak she was. Loki was inevitably her weakness and she could not believe she let her feelings get the best of her. Physically, her jaw was tight but otherwise, she seemed to be utterly numb. Tears filled her eyes as the breeze swept her hair across her face so delicately.