Another Chance

The fall

"I could have done it, father!" Loki yelled. "I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"

He hung from Gungnir, and only Thor, his father's spear, and his fath...Odin's strength separated him from the void. But it wasn't the void that he feared. Maybe he should, but it wasn't death, or eternity lost in nothingness that seemed unbearable to him. No.

What was tearing him apart was the judgement, the...the pity in Odin's eyes. His words were as close to an apology as Loki could come up with, and he hoped Odin understand. That he understand that everything he had done had been beyond his quarrels with Thor, beyond the jealousy of a younger brother, beyond the pain that knowing his true origin had caused him.

He prayed to the Norns that Odin knew, in all the wisdom he claimed to possess, that he had done what he had done to protect his home. Wrong or not, his actions had only been for the good of Asgard and her people.

"No, Loki."

The faint hope that he would trust him died even before it was born.

A tear slipped down her temple, and before it reached her hairline, all the others dried.

He would shed no tears for Odin, nor for his blindness to the truth. He would not stoop to beg for his life, or for forgiveness from a man who had seen him as a trophy of war, a tool and a hindrance.

"Loki, don't!" Thor asked, who for once seemed aware of someone else's feelings and sensed his decision.

But it was too late. Loki barely spared him a glance before letting go of the spear.

"No!" shouted the one who had been his brother.

Despite the coldness that had come over him, Loki couldn't help but let his heart sink at the anguish in Thor's voice and face. Despite their differences, they had grown up together. Despite the games that sometimes came too close to real harm, Loki had never had any intention of actually harming his brother. Despite his stubbornness, and chronic inability to listen or understand advice, he had loved him. He loved him even then, having felt Mjolnir on his chest and nearly pierced him with that spear he he still held.

Loki looked at him one last time before turning in his fall, unable to look at them any longer. Unable to see the Bifrost anymore, and Asgard, moving away from it.

The darkness engulfed him. And he fell.

Fell.

Fell.

He fell into an endless darkness, where even the greenish glow caused by his magic was unable to have enough strength to be visible.

He fell for a long time, so long that he thought he would go crazy. And he kept falling.

His sanity was fading in great strides in that infinite darkness, in the silence that drowned even his sobs, in the impossible sensation of falling into nothingness.

And then, when he was about to give up, he heard her.

"Would you like to have another chance?"

It was a soft voice, so low it would have been imperceptible had the silence not been so absolute.

"Go back and fix my mistakes?" he wanted to say, but nothing came out of his mouth.

But She seemed able to hear him.

"No. What's done here is done. This world will continue as you have left it."

Without me, he thought bitterly.

"Oh no. You will still be there. Unspeakable horrors await you at the end of this fall, the doom of your very identity. Deaths, resurrections and more and more lies. You will run away from yourself, and perhaps you will find yourself again. But you will do it too late. It is not a rosy future."

As she spoke some images, some ideas, crept into his mind. A creature taking control of his mind, a scepter, him taking control of others, Thanos and his horrible Children.The dark elves and his false death. Thor crying for him. Asgard preyed upon Surtur, and Hela trapped there.
Him, saving the citizens of Asgard. Him, dying pathetically in Thanos' fist. And Thor crying again, knowing that this time was the final one.

Stop! Stop! He screamed into the void, unable to speak, but needing to. He curled into a ball, trying to escape the images in his head.

"That's what awaits you. But I can give you another chance. A different world. One where you can start everything from scratch."

I agree. Please. Just... Just finish this.

He begged. He begged as he had been unable to under Odin's gaze. He begged because he was unable to continue in that place, and he did not want to see what was waiting for him beyond.

He received no response. But a few seconds later his mind sank into the darkness of a quiet, empty dream.

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Note: English isn't my first language. If there are some mistakes, I hope you can forgive them. Or point them out to correct them, I would love that, in fact.

This is just the beginning, I have a couple more chapters written and many more on the way. In general they are short chapters, but I do not rule out any longer ones.

I will be happy to read opinions and criticism (don't be too harsh T.T)