The Newest Asgardian Prince [Loki Love Story]

Death

   Loki sat holding his head in his hands; his shoulders were slumped over. In two days the god had read ten novels to try and forget the devastating news about Oliver. The pain was still fresh in his mind. He hadn't felt this way since Frigga- no. He couldn't remember that. Not now.
    Every time it happened he hadn't realized he was sobbing until he saw the teardrops on the pages of his books. For the first time ever, Loki was genuinely terrified.
    He heard footsteps outside of his cell, so he looked up to see his brother. "Thor," he greeted him, his words coming out strangled.
    "Brother," Thor greeted the other sadly. "You seem so... sad."
    Loki shakily got to my feet approaching his cell wall. "I am."
    "Not to be insensitive," Thor continued. "I thought you didn't care about mortals. You've killed plenty. Why does this time matter as much as mother?"
    The questions were like bullets in the younger gods heart. "I didn't kill those mortals," Loki pleaded. "At least not on my own. It was that wretched stone."
    Thor eyes were sympathetic buy harsh. "You still killed them. So answer my question. What's different?"
    "Is he dead?" Loki sobbed, avoiding the question.
    "Not yet, but he will be."
    "That's better than dead right now."
    Thor cleared his throat. "Answer me."
    "Oliver was friendly to me. That's all. No other mortal has been. He seems like a fine midgardian, so why not let him live a life, you know?" Loki lied.
    "That's not the whole truth, Loki."
    "It is."
     "You grieve this man as if he was mother! He wasn't just friendly to you," Thor insisted.
    Loki hesitated. "I'm not sure what he was to me."
    "You love him."
    Loki scoffed, " I could never love a midgardian."
   "Why not?"
    "Because no midgardian could love me," the younger god lowered his voice. "No one could like that."
    "So you do love him."
    "No. I don't," Loki insisted.
    Without another word Thor left. Loki was alone again sitting in his cell. There was nothing good left to hope for. 
    "Loki," a voice bellowed.
    It was that mysterious god. "You are free," it announced. "You've completed your task."
   "I didn't."
   "Well, Oliver has died. I consider that a task complete."
   In an instant the mysterious god was gone and Loki was on the sidewalk outside of Stark Tower. He crumbled to his knees in a heap of tears. Oliver was gone. Forever.