One Shots

Loki/Sigyn

(This one shot contains a character death, mentions of blood, and a ton of feels. Reader discretion is advised.)

A glint of silver. Metal meeting skin. A gasp. That was all it took. That was all it would ever take again. That was the last act. The blade stained red.

"No!" Loki exclaimed, his hands scrabbling to find purchase upon the dagger he couldn't bear to touch, foolishly pulling it from her chest, flinging it away with a mix of bitter hatred and despair. "No.." He murmured, clutching her now, pulling her carefully into his arms, holding her, Sigyn, his Sigyn.. His only Sigyn.

Wet, ragged breaths. Struggling to breathe. Cerulean blue eyes darkening, gazing with intensity, with fear, with l-..with that word, forbidden now, in this moment, this moment in which they both will lose everything. "..I-..I-....I-'m s-sorry...Loki.." She whispers on barely half a breath of air. Sigyn's delicate words barely audible yet still heard. Her words jumbled all except his. His word. His name. On her lips. Her bloodstained lips. 'Loki.' And somehow that makes him all the more guilty.

"No-.. You're not sorry.. This is fine.. You're-..you're okay Sigyn.. It's going to- it has to-.. It's going to be okay.." He promised emptily, promised insanely. Insane. Insane with grief, for one who hasn't even died yet. But will soon. For what will never be now. For what could've been in the future. Happiness. A lifetimes worth. Gone. All of it. In the blink of an eye.

A laugh, bittersweet and full of sorrow, of regret, of unspoken murmurs whispered to sleeping ears. I l*** you. I l*** you. I l*** you. That word is forbidden. Like a curse, doomed to break their hearts. It is too late to be said, but is communicated anyways. "..you ca-..can't lie..t-to me-me... But e-..a-.... especially n-not to..yourself.. Loki.." She coughed out, honest and caring and wise. All in her last moments. Or maybe her first. The first moments she'd been able to things perfectly clearly. To see him clearly at least. "..I-..I'm sorry.."

It is then that his hope shatters. That the darkness in her gaze forces him to see the reality he doesn't want to exist. To see the end of her life, and thus the end of his, for she was his ray of light in the dark, his fresh of breath air in a suffocating room, his life, even when he didn't want it.. But now he does.. He wants it and it's slipping through his slender fingers.. Oh gods does he want it.. He keeps trying to remember how to breathe, how to move his lips and tongue to form words, but he's like a fish out of water, lost, in a world that is different and scary and one that he doesn't want to be in. He wants to go back to his old, selfish life, with Sigyn, the unselfish l-..l*** of his life, and just do that. Have a life.. With her. But he can't. And so instead he forced himself to speak. To-..to accept the new world he's been thruster into, because as terrible as endings are, they're worse when you don't get to say goodbye.

"Don't be sorry.. Stop.. Stop being sorry.. Gods.. I-.. Don't leave me.. Just don't leave me.." He pleads, he begs. Tears stream down his pale face. The prince crying. He hadn't cried in a long time, and even then only ever for himself, but she feels like a part of him.. She-.. He knows now what he should've.. She's a part of him. She is his heart.. And now it's dying in his own hands.. Like he ripped it right out of his chest.

Shudders. They rack her body. Pain. So much. Blood.. All over.. Darkness flickers and creeps in at the edges of her mind, threatening to devour everything, no, not threatening, promising, going to, is doing.. She's fading. She's fading and she's never said it. She hadn't said it. Has to say it. Just once. It's forbidden but who cares..? Not she. She's dying. "Loki-... I-.. I l-..." Gasp. She can't. Sigyn can't. It sounds too much like a goodbye, too much like a forever.. Too much like torture.. For him.. For her.. Saying that now.. When it's already over..

"I-..I know Sigyn.. I-..me too.." He whispers. I l*** you too. I l*** you too. I l*** you too. Fingers curl into her silken strands of hair, now matted with dark red liquid that makes him sick to look at, to feel. Neck leans downward, arms pull upward. His lips press against hers one last time. Her lips are as cold as his now. Her lips taste bitter.. Like iron... He doesn't think about that. He bites his lip hard enough to make his own bleed as he pulls away, sees her eyes close, see her exhale.. Doesn't see her inhale again.

His body curls in on itself, in on her. Arms wrap around her and hold on for dear life. Head buries itself in the crook of her neck. Eyes, eyes rain storms of glittering gems upon her neck. His body trembles and shudders as he sobs silently, murmuring something over and over again, something forbidden, and now lost. Forever.

"I love you.. I love you.. I love you.."