Words Upon Words

Sir, Do You Regret? (Loki)

LOKI

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A/N: Another little one shot!

The majority of these are written on my phone unlike my other stories so I apologize if there are grammar, spelling, or autocorrect mistakes that I don't catch until later! I try to catch them when I proofread but it's rather difficult on a phone!

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Enjoy!

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The knife was buried deep in her belly. He'd hit all the pivotal organs. She would bleed out and die quickly. The look of shock was still evident on her features. It was really too bad, he had liked her as far as Midgardians usually went but it had to be done. 

Loki looked down at the hilt still buried in her, if he pulled it out she'd go out of her misery more quickly. So with barely a moment's hesitation he pulled on the blade, it glided out as easily as it had sunk in. Although this time it was accompanied with the spurting of hot blood on his hands.  The girl whimpered but made no other sound and pressed a hand to her now excessively bloody wound. She wobbled and collapsed, he threw the knife down and caught her, slowly going down to his knees so he could hold her profusely injured form easier. 

He wasn't a monster, even animals respected their kills by staying with them while they died, showing their thankfulness for the other giving up its life so that the predator could continue living. This was different but somewhat the same concept, he would stay with her.  No matter how her fingers covered the wound it had been too masterfully dealt, more blood spilled over, coating both of them now in crimson. Her eyes were filled with pain to be sure but as she finally looked him dead in the eye he saw more sadness than anything else. 

"Never trust a god of lies." He said gently.   

"I didn't." She managed to croak out.  

He blinked, "What?" 

"I- I told you... People ha-have lieddd to me myyy whole li-fe. I...know when- someone is. telling one. to me. " she said slowly, making sure every word could be heard even through the coughing up blood and other side effects of dying.  

"Then why did you let me in? Why did you act like you believed it if you knew I would betray you?" He said curiously.  

"Be-cause theee nice thing about... lies... is that- for a whi-while it feels. like- truth. I ththought that sinccce- I was gonna... die someday eve-ntually... Why not act. Like your fri-frieeendship is real?" Her breathing was shallow but for the coughing. Her body was spasming every so often trying desperately to save itself. 

Suddenly Loki felt a drop of guilt for the lie he'd spun, making the Midgardian feel special, acting like a friend, being kind, all so he could kill her to use her as an example and get off of Midgard. He needed her blood spilt, it was necessary.  But had she truly known it was a lie? What kind of person would continue to let a lie go if they knew it would end in pain or death?  Was this girl stupid? She hadn't seemed so.  

Her last bit of life was ebbing away with every weaning heartbeat. She was paler than fresh snow but her face had a deathly pallor to it which seemed unfortunate to him for some reason. Surely he wasn't regretting this?  All of the times he had killed before had never been this personal, he'd killed in battle or when he wasn't there personally to watch the havoc his magic would wreak. 

But stabbing someone he had come to know with his own dagger was unusual... He'd tried to hurt Thor but he'd never aimed to kill really- this was different. He was a supposed to be a monster, a frost giant, he'd accepted that long ago, why not embrace it and revel in the pain he'd just caused her?  Any of his people would have.  But he couldn't, he was raised Asgardian, he knew an act of murder was not something to rejoice in... Frigga would've been so disa- no he was not going down that train of thought again.  He sighed.   

"I'm sorry." He said, daring to look his victim in her foggy eyes. Death was approaching her with swiftness, she had less than a minute left at most. 

  "I......know......" She said in a voice so soft that it was nearly inaudible.  

"How could you know I'm sorry?" This mortal could not surely read his thoughts or know him so well as to guess.   

A ghost of a smile spread across her pain wracked face her eyes twinkled for a moment with a last echo of life, "you....ha-have......sad- ...eyes...they- be-tray      ..you."

She seemed to look straight into his soul and that disturbed him deeply, a Midgardian shouldn't be able to do that but she was.  Sorrow tugged at his soul, why did he have to choose this one to kill? She wasn't so bad. Anyone else he might have been able to kill in cold blood but she even seeing through him allowed him to kill her- why?  

"I regr-" but before he could cast the words out she managed to shake her head in a minuscule manner. He stopped. 

  "Was- gonna..... Kill...self- night....... we... met... anyway. Your... Lie.... Gave- me.... Something... To live- for..... again.... just.... for... while..... this....is..... Okay...." She tried to laugh but all she did was weakly cough up more blood, he wiped it away from the corner of her mouth with his sleeve. How had he not realised that?  His eyes darkened, he'd given her a reason to live? But now he was holding her as she died from a wound inflicted by him... this made no sense.   

"I'm sorry." He said again, truly feeling it this time. He tilted her head upwards very gently and brushed his lips against her forehead. 

 "Frogiv...en.... Lo....k..i..." Her eyelids looked to be weighing down on her. Her breathing was nearly non-existent. A shudder ran through her body and he gripped her tighter even though he was no help against the chill of impending demise in the least.  Then she smiled at him.  It was the last thing she did.  Forgiveness was in her eyes and peace had erased the pain. 

Her eyes glassed over and her face would now be frozen like that for the rest of eternity- smiling softly at the man who'd just murdered her.  He had been anything but kind to this girl and yet she forgave him. This was unheard of in almost all of the nine realms.  He felt his eyes moisten but refused to let tears weigh him down. He closed her eyes and stood, cradling the limp body in his arms.  He would make her sacrifice worthwhile.  He had work to do.