Sanctuary

Ch 2 - Fate

'Goodbye brother.'

Loki let go of his staff, not knowing where he would end up but he didn't care. There was nowhere he belonged anymore, if there ever there was to beginning with. To be raised by his race's mortal enemy still he chose to protect them over his own kind.

Loki would go as far as to slay his entire home world in order to prove himself to Odin. Still it wasn't enough. He'd spent a lot of time in his head lately, trying to carve out some fate other than what was predestined.

He'd become lost, outcast and felt he needed to do something drastic to prove himself. But he was rejected by them. He felt utterly weightless as he fell through the cosmos. At least until he fell closer to the rift leading to Jotunhem where some kind of gravitational force pulled him through.

He watched as his former home grew farther away. The sight of it now stinging his eyes yet he refused to let them close. The two remained on the bridge sharing heartbroken expressions as Loki was lost forever. Odin had lost a son and Thor his brother. Asgard quickly became a spec in his vision, the cold of space forever pleading with him to shut it out. So he did.

...

Loki opened his eyes. It was silent; deep space. It must be the Jotun in him that kept him alive. But that wouldn't last long. He never expected to find himself here. Everything happened so fast. With whatever time he had left his mind began to wonder.

He couldn't help but think this was his destiny after all. Ever since he was born he was destined to perish. He'd only prolonged the inevitable. A slight smile grew on his face as he faded into the darkness of space.

'Seems this is the end for me. I've made some mistakes but, least I had a good run.' He thought, drifting off. A part of him was afraid of that, then again it was pointless to fight. So why bother. He knew was gone.

Loki drifted further and further amongst the stars and the debris left from the bridge. His body was feeling the effects of oxygen deprivation and growing weaker by the second. He felt panicked as paralysis took a hold of him. His head throbbed fiercely as his vision was spotty and he started convulsing. His eyes remained open as he fell. His once pale skin was reverting back to its natural blue hue. His eyes no longer bloodshot from the bursting vessels, but engulfed in red. He was dying.

Suddenly there was a light shining over, casting rays of auroral vividness which engulfed him. It was blinding, going from the black nothingness of space to a blaring brightness. It was like a sensory overload.

He could hear something almost like an incoherent whisper. Someone couldn't be calling for him. For a moment the only thing he thought of was his brother, shouting his name with his deep glass shattering voice. He always said Thor's battle cry was loud enough to pierce through space.

But statistically it was impossible. He knew his imagination was getting the best of him after all. Then he heard it again, a voice. A soft famine tone calling to him. His eyes stared into nothing, the light blocking out everything in sight. It didn't really matter though, since his awareness was fading fast.

"Loki.."

He definitely heard something. It was faint and unfamiliar but he was sure someone was calling to him. Blinking the haze from his eyes, the image of a dark haired woman appeared in front of him. Even though her face was blurry, he was certain he'd never seen her before.

He didn't question it much. Anything his fleeting mind could produce was better than nothing. Even if she was just a figment of his imagination, meant to comfort him in some way. Oddly enough she did.