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"𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅
𝑵𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏
𝑵𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅,
𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓,
𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆,
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆,
𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆."
"by Ash"
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
𖡡 Dimension 3000
𖡡 Midgard
𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑿𝑿𝑿𝑰𝑰
As the heroes surrounded Mephisto, Mephisto began getting desperate. He couldn't afford to lose. And at that second an evil idea crossed his mind. If he was going to lose and go then he would make sure to take a part of them with him.
"I will make sure to make you regret making me angry, pathetic morals!" Mephisto said and sent a ball of fire right towards Loki.
At that second, everything seemed to be in slow motion to Nova. She moved quickly. She felt as if everything faded away around her, all she could see was Loki and a growing ache in her chest.
♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟlisten before I go\\Billie Eilish
However, she managed to reach just in time. The hellfire struck, the force of it shattering Nova's shield and sending her sprawling. She hit the ground hard, the glow in her hands fading.
For a moment, Loki froze completely. Then he skidded to his knees beside her.
"Nova...Don't you dare leave me like this" He said his voice shaking.
"You will be okay. You always are." She said smiling slightly despite the pain.
"No, not without you." He said shaking his head his voice breaking, tears slipping his eyes.
"I love-" She started however she took her final breath before she could finish her sentence.
Loki's POV
The fate hadn't seen me worthy enough to hear those words from lips of the love of my life. I wasn't seen worthy enough to feel loved for once in my life. That was what I got for loving for trying to be good.
I didn't want to accept this fate. I didn't want to live the world where my sunshine was gone. I didn't want to breathe the air she couldn't.
Just how mocking was life? How fair was putting a smile on her lips in her death whom life never let smile for once in her life?
My hands felt empty, my heart didn't beat anymore. The world, the life, everything lost its meaning just in just mere seconds. The world went grey before my eyes. All I could hear was silence and I hated it. I had lost my anchor, my universe. Now all I had was a void of emptiness and sorrow with my tears running down my face.
"I should have protected you..." I whispered my voice barely audible as i touched her face, willing it to feel warm again. "It should have been me."
My mind was filled with thoughts of Nova, each and every memory haunted me like a relentless specter, reminding me of the love and affection i had lost. I didn't know if I wanted to forget or remember, but all I knew was that both were painful.
I felt as if the universe had conspired against me, cruelly snatching away the one person who had brought colour into my world, the only person who gave him peace. It seemed like the sun has decided against rising, the skies had called black clouds to my help while Nova's corpse was getting cold.
The thought of never being able to hold her in my arms again was too much to bear, and it consumed my every moment with unbearable pain.
At that moment I knew that I could never ever love again because,universe just hated me and loved taking away each thing I cared for.
Soon, I felt being carried away from her. Every finer in my body protested to going away from her, but at the same time my mind couldn't register it all enough to do anything. Actually, I didn't want my mind to register it. Because, it would bring emotions, and all I would feel would be pain.
My powers felt useless since despite them I couldn't rewrite the end of this story. The end of our story.
I was destined to be lonely in a world with millions of people with a thirst of revenge in my heart...
𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝟑𝟎𝟐𝟓;𝑨𝒔𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅
Frigga stood alone in the quiet chambers of Asgard, her hands lightly brushing the edge of a golden balcony railing as she gazed out at the eternal skies. The peace of her surroundings felt hollow, distant, as though it were separated from her by some unseen veil.
And then it hit her.
A sharp, searing pain, like a blade piercing her heart. Frigga staggered, clutching the edge of the railing as her breath hitched. It wasn't physical pain—it was something deeper, older. A wound of the spirit.
She closed her eyes, her grip tightening as waves of sorrow swept through her. There was no explanation, no warning. Just an overwhelming grief.
Frigga's hand instinctively moved to her chest as if she could steady the ache that spread there. She whispered softly to the empty air, her voice trembling. "What... is this?"
She had felt many things in her long life—joy, loss, the faint echoes of futures that were never meant to be. But this... this was something different. It was sharp and raw, filled with anguish, love, and the unbearable weight of goodbye.
Her thoughts drifted to her daughter-Nova. Her mother's intuition told her that something was wrong, though she couldn't say what.
But then, in the depths of her soul, she felt it—a connection, faint but unmistakable. Frigga straightened, though the sorrow still clung to her like a shroud. The pain coursing through her told her everything. She was gone. She had lost Nova again...
And so, the queen of Asgard mourned—silently, for a heart she had never forgot and never managed to protect from evilness of the world.
