Loki's fall (sequel to loss and Loki)

You Own The Stars Tonight

"Are you absolutely sure about this."

"Yes."

"For definite."

"Yes, Ora."

"You're completely confident."

"Ora, I've never been more sure about anything." He placed his hands either side my face, a gentle smile lifting at his lips. I sighed, my gut twisting with nervousness.

"Cause I could just tell you..."

"Ora I want to see this, I don't care if it's in your perspective, I want to feel what you felt. I want to see what you saw." He sighed, pressing my face into his shirt for a moment as he kissed my head and let out a deep breath.

"I want to be your Loki."

I let out a humph and lifted my head, sending him a derisive glare.

"You are my Loki. I told you." I spoke softly, but he shook his head and held on tight to my hand, smiling sadly.

"I can see it in your eyes when I catch you watching me sometimes..." He uttered coolly, brushing a strand of hair off my cheek as he sighed again.

"You quietly resent me for not knowing what you know...or not having experienced what you and he had." He finished softly, and I chewed my cheek, looking away as I wasn't quite able to meet his eyes. Not with knowing that every morning I woke up, hoping he'd suddenly be the same Loki I'd lost five years ago, hoping he'd come with me to Charlie's grave and talk about her like a lost friend rather than a stranger, hoping he'd laugh and joke about times past as if he'd been there alongside me.

"Loki..."

"Please, Ora. I want this." He furthered, a little more demanding this time. His voice powerful, ordering, but also softened at the edges, like it had been since he showed up out of the blue, after seeing the pure state I was in.

I swallowed forcibly and chewed my cheek as I met his determined gaze once more. Then I gave a final nod out of defeat, and placed my hands either side his head, my fingertips resting at his temples. His cool hands came up and around my wrists, gentle but strong at the same time, holding me steady, reassuring me.

I mirrored his sure smile, and took a deep breath in, before channeling the energy within me through my hands and into his mind. It was already wide open and vulnerable, so that I quickly tethered my own energy and mind to his, beginning the process of siphoning memories one by one out of my head and into his.

For a moment it was quiet as I prepared myself, not a sound in the room perpetuated by mine and Loki's dead silence. Then, I snapped open the floodgates and I was torn apart by an onslaught of memories I'd been harbouring in a locked up box for years, finally flashing forth in my mind and through his as I let out a yell of pain.

"Lady Ace, I'm afraid...Loki is dead."

We both flinched instinctively, struck painfully blind with a cresting wave of my shock and grief, still raw from that particular memory.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Thor"

"Teach me how to kill. Train me."

"Whoa there, I come in peace."
"What are you doing here?"

"Only five of you? You poor bastards."

"Last night was...amazing."

Loki's grip on my wrists quickly grew tighter and I felt him tense up, clenching his jaw angrily as I grimaced at the sight of Sebastians face clouding the image in my mind. But I couldn't lose focus, and so I pressed on.