The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 103: She Knows...

The moment I woke up, I could sense something wasn't right. Loki was sitting up in bed, leaning against the wall, looking down at me. His eyes were red, as if he didn't get enough sleep, and the bags under his eyes were a bit darker this morning.
"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting up next to him, criss-crossing my legs.
He takes a deep and shaky sigh, looking down and then back at me. Somethings wrong. Very wrong.
"Darling," he begins, "I have some important information for you, and I want you to know that it is not good. It is not good at all-.."

"What is it?" I ask, sort of cutting him off slightly.

"Before I tell you, I would like you to know that I expect you to be angered at me, and probably even worse." He sighs.
My eyebrows narrow, and I grab his hand in mine, "Loki, please tell me."
I didn't know how to prepare myself for what he was about to say, I mean, how terrible could it be that I would be angry with him?

He shifts his body slightly, so he is turned to face me, but his eyes are looking down instead of up. How bad is it that he can't even look me in the eye?
"Um..," Loki murmurs, "This is difficult."
I squeeze his hand slightly, to let him know whatever is it, that it's okay, but he doesn't seem reassured, not at all.

"Loki, it's okay. No matter how terrible it is, I won't stay mad at you forever." I encourage.
He glanced up at me for the slightest moment, but immediately back down.

"I'm not too sure of that for this occurrence." He admits. I don't say anything else, because I want him to say what he needs to say, no matter how terrible. He waits for me to say something, and he really wants me to say something else.

"Sarah," he finally begins, his breath and words coming out shaky, "I've known about... what I'm about to tell you... for only a week... but for the occurrence that happened, it should not have taken that long for me to tell you what happened 7 days ago."
I nod, hoping he'll see that he could continue.
"And," he continued, "I expect you to hate me for keeping it a secret for that long."

"Loki," I say, causing him to look up at me with his already teary eyes, "Please, tell me."
He nods, his jaw clenched as he looks back down, because for whatever he's about to say, he can't look at me while saying it.
"Sarah, " he begins again, "I did not exactly want to be the one to withhold this information from you, or even have to tell you for this matter, but... your brother... he.."
At the mention of Sam I felt my heart sink.
"He was killed." He finished.
In a moment, it felt like my whole world was falling to pieces, and I could care less about picking them back up and putting them together. It didn't feel right, nor did it feel real. Sam is dead? He's gone? For real this time? No. No, it can't be true. No.
I look up at Loki, my lip quivering as I felt a knot form in my throat, and hot tears stream down my face. He couldn't look at me, and I couldn't blame him.
I should be mad that he kept this from me, but I'm not. I cant be. I cant even process anger toward him right now, and second of all, I understand why he kept it from me, I think?
He finally looks up at me when he realizes I'm just staring at him.
"Love, please don't be-." He begins, but I cut him off with a hug. He hugs me back tightly, only after a moment of him processing that I'd rather not be angry at him. I don't feel angry at him at this moment. Maybe I will later, I don't know. I cant really process anger at the moment. I just feel sadness. I cry into his shoulder, letting him hold me tightly in his arms.
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Loki's POV..

It tore me to pieces having to tell her that her brother, that she loved dearly, was dead. She just sat in my arms crying, and the worst part about that is I have no way to comfort her.
I don't even know how I am supposed to do that. Nobody was there to comfort me when I was told my mother died, so I do not exactly know how to react toward someone when somebody that they care deeply about passes on.
I'm clueless. What am I supposed to do? Eventually, she'll be angry at me, and eventually we'll have to go back to Midgard where she'll hate me even more because of the occurrence that happened at the tower.
"Darling," I begin, "I'm truly so sorry."
I wait for any response, but she doesn't say anything, she just hugs me tighter, not wanting to let go. How is one supposed to handle this situation? What does one say?
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asks, suddenly.
I open my mouth to speak, but I am unsure of how to respond.
"I did not know how." I admit.