It makes her sick, the way sadness is addicting. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in the sense that it comes naturally to her. But everything else about it is hard. The way her body aches with self-hatred. The way her mind spins a...
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If you had asked Athalia to describe what exactly was happening out in the distance, out of her reach, she wouldn't utter a single word. It was like the whole world went quiet, so quiet. She could hear her heartbeat ringing in her ears, and feel a salty sting as a tear slipped from her eyes to the cut on cheek. Her mouth was dry. She wanted to move but it was like something was holding her in place.
She stared out in the distance, this monster holding Loki by their shoulders, planking the sword he'd just stabbed into the creator. The image of Frigga's death flashed through her brain. How she was killed. Stabbed by Malekith. She knew Loki would meet the same fate.
She could hear Thor's painful screams. "No!" He cried out in pain. The follower pulled the sword out of Loki, his blood coating the blade. He threw the dying prince down to the dirt, where he groaned in pain.
The giant creator walked toward the two men, both bleeding in the dirt. A flashing red thing on his back. Too far away, Athalia couldn't hear what her twin had said to him, but the moment the words had finished leaving his mouth the monster blew up.
Loki, the trickster that he was, had placed one of Malekith's booms on the sword. Now the monster had met the end of his life, a way that Loki could have moments before if Athalia and Thor hadn't noticed.
When the monster disappeared into nothing, that is when Athalia felt her body move. She felt her body breathe since she watched Loki get stabbed. With tears trickling down her face, Athalia broke out into a fall sprint to where her brother lay.
Thor had pulled himself off the ground, dropping down on the ground next to Loki by the time Athalia had reached them. She was out of breath, tired, and in pain both physically and mentally.
"No. No, no, no." She muttered as she dropped to her knees. She reached under his head, moving it to support it on her lap. She placed a hand over the stab wound, letting the blood paint her hand. "Oh, you fool. You didn't listen." She told him, gritting her teeth.
"I know..." Loki breathed, "I'm a fool, I'm a fool." Athalia stocked his hair. Thor tried to hold him still, stopping his body from shaking in shock. His face was growing paler, dirt rested on his cheekbones and jaw. Loki's lips were a faint shade of blue.
"Stay with us, okay?" Thor damned teary-eyed as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Loki said, Athalia shushed him shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Athalia."
"It's okay," she said quietly. Her hand still stocking his head, her fingers combing through his long black hair. She gave him a weak smile, "It's all right. You're alright."
"We'll tell Father what you did here today," Thor told Loki. He looked up at them blankly.
"I didn't do it for him." He said, slowly. Athalia watched as his chest rose and fell one last time. Loki closed his eyes, his head falling back against Athalia's lap weak, his skin cold and pale. Athalia gripped on tight like she had done to Frigga.
