Avengers One-Shots

(Loki) In Your Arms

(I died in your arms tonight)

Loki Odinson never thought that if he died once more -- a third time, that it certainly would not be in Thor's arms again.

It was foolish of him to approach the Mad Titan on the crumbling ship, but as he watched the Hulk beating Thanos from afar, the raven haired god had not a clue what he'd do if he survived all this.

The concealed Jotun Prince had always believed that when he would cross paths with Thanos he'd never make it out alive. Clearly, the purple grape had no intention of killing him until he approached him with his awful, untrustworthy proposal.

Thanos hated liars.

He was only here for the cube. And why not slaughter half of the people, eh?

So, when Loki slowly walked back to Thanos from the shadows, taking his time, he suddenly knew that this was a certain death wish.

He'd never make it out alive.

But this is what he wants, isn't it? To be dead. Why would he stay alive when no one wants him here? Thor made that rather clear. Valkyrie couldn't care less if he left. And Banner... It would be all the better for him in his situation.

So, he let his dear brother know that this was his final ploy.

His last stand.

Twas a beautiful night to die.

(Suicide in your arms)

Suicide.

What an interesting word.

He'd first discovered the strange phrase when he had delved into the Midgardian books he'd snagged (with absolutely no dignity) from a library on Earth when he was young.

"Suicide."

And then he committed.

Once.

Twice...

And a third time at last.

He slowly began to come to the terms that every death broke Thor more and more.

The King of Asgard couldn't be an emotional mess caught up in grief–

Loki's thoughts were cut off, and his consciousness finally slipped away from his body and dissipated.

The Prince's Soul was sent away.

(I slipped into the afterlife)

Valhalla.

Easily recognizable with it's golden tree and Valkyrie's flying about.

But... He did not deserve this. Why would Odin, hand pick him for this grace that he was supposedly unworthy of his whole life.

The space around him darkened greatly.

Or maybe he was, after all.

It returned back to normal.

Loki lifted his hands -- that were glowing ever so slightly. It seemed that the gorgeous path he was on was pushing him forward. To? What...

The Gates.

The Gates of Valhalla.

He breathed it in, remembering that the other two times he had died his soul was only enveloped in darkness and drifted aimlessly in the darkness.

Possibly... Possibly because– Because the Norns– The Norns had not planned for him to be welcome here, yet. Yes, that was it. It had to be just that.