"remember how I'd fly to you?"
( 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 )
❛ two broken people
trying to heal eachother,
that's love ❜
in which two very broken souls find each other and try to put...
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You're not gone, you can't be gone, no Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong Won't finish what you started
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WHY DID NOBODY TELL HER? CAS WASN'T fragile. she deserved to know. she dropped her bags with a maid, thanking her with a soft smile as she hurried downstairs.
Her underworld form with the deep red eyes and scar-covered skin was gone. Down there, she was anxious ad constantly on edge with the sounds of pleading and screams of the dead. It was quiet in Asgard and she didn't bite her nails until they bled ivory in her sleep that she would wake up with blood smeared on her face or her sheets.
She needed to get out of there as soon as possible, but with the Bifrost not working and the ancient one out of new york, too many things got her to stay. maybe it was better because she didn't have to see the chaos that would become. maybe it was better because she could spend more time away, the longer she spent.
She had so many things planned. things to say. because when one gets to their home after being away, they don't expect to hear that their consort, their love to has spiraled and destroyed a city in the process.
she had so many things to say to him.
the room was filled with a soft buzzing sound and golden light. the air was thick with an almost burning smell, the dungeons were overcrowded, more people — creatures? monsters? prisoners? — than normal. Not that she knew what the normal capacity of the palace dungeons was, but she assumed that this wasn't it.
Especially since the normal capacity didn't contain the prince.
She had so many things to say.
they sat at her lips, hanging in the air as she walked through the dungeons, filled to the brim with people who committed crimes against Asgard.
she had so many things to say. but when she saw him, it all melted away, with a choked gasp from her lips and a hand on the barrier.
"Loki," she muttered, trying to get a hold of him. t had been so long.
"Cas," he said, stepping to her.
"What did they do to you?" her voice was a shattered whisper that clung to any scrap of hope that he was okay. In the end, she did nothing but love him, with every breath, with every thought she had, she loved him. More than anything, more than she could comprehend, she only really cared that he was okay. There was nothing more that she wanted to do than come in and hold him. Gods, it had been so long.
"Cas," he said again. Cas was hit with a wall of guilt, thinking that maybe if she hadn't left he wouldn't be here.
she could have come back, met Loki when they agreed a month later. Her father got weird about asking her to stay when she was ready to leave, and for some conceited reason, Cas stayed.
The golden glow of the room around them hissed with the lack of divine between them, painful light that divided them and cursed both of them with parted lips and dappled in the words left unsaid for their year apart, far too long for such a desperate time like these.
In his eyes trapped one of the things that Cas was afraid of, but she couldn't quite tell what it was.
"What happened?" Cas asked gently, drowning in the depths of his sorrow-tarnished eyes.
"well," Loki began, almost as if it were a simple story. "I found out about my true heritage."
Cas heard about that from her father, not the person she thought she would be hearing it from
"then I fought with Thor and threw myself off the Bifrost, and attacked new york."
he said it like it was simple.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Cas asked, her voice gentle and hoarse, broken puffs of what was hung between them in the realization that neither of them would ever really be the same.
"because telling you about my past was the first thing to bring up when you were about to leave" Loki hissed in a harsh tone that forced Cas to step back, a glare on her face.
"there's no need to be like that," her tone matched his as she crossed her arms with gentle vigor.
"I am right, we both know it," Loki seethed and Cas sighed, turning around.
"Whatever." She stopped trying to find solace in broken moments and walked out of the dungeons.
she headed to her room before going to see Frigga who brought her into a warm embrace.
"What happened?" Cas asked. "What really happened?"
Frigga smiled softly. her eyes crinkled with the motion, bringing Cas some sort of relief that tugged at Cas's heart, filled with the previous longing for Frigga.
"Loki's in a difficult place right now. he just found out that everything he thought he knew was a lie, and you were leaving him at that time." Cas nodded.
"He needed something and that something wasn't there. I'm glad you left when you did, dear" Frigga added. seeing Cas's face darken with the words.
"I'm glad you didn't see his spiral, Cas."
Cas nodded, pressing her hands to her face, covering her mouth and nose with them.
"I feel like it's my fault," Cas admitted with a sharp sigh.
"it's not," Frigga countered with a small ferocity. Cas nodded as she dropped her hand, Frigga placing one of her own on Cas's.
"We got into an argument earlier," Frigga said. "He was on edge and not exactly expecting to see you, dear."
"I know."
someone came in and Frigga stood, nodding as she turned to leave looking at Cas.
"Why don't you go unpack." Cas nodded and headed back to her room.
Time, Cas didn't know how much, passed when someone came into her room, sorrow-filled eyes on her.
"Frigga is dead"
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AUTHOR SPEAKS!
y'all aren't ready for what this act is gonna do to you
