The Saviour (Loki Love Story)

Chapter 22 He's Dead

I feel numb as I walk through the streets of Asgard towards the palace. Thor has gone back to earth with Jane while I travelled back to Asgard, going back the way he came. I had to leave Loki's body behind as a storm had started shortly after he... he... he passed. I just couldn't bear going to earth, I just want to go back to our room and cry. And someone needs to tell his parents, so why not me?

I finally reach the entrance to the palace and I can see the Volstagg, Fandral and Lady Sif smiling happily. Quickly, I slip past them and reach the throne room. I wipe a tear from my cheek before I enter.

In the throne room is Odin and Frigga chatting by the throne. When they see me their faces instantly drop as Frigga practically runs over to me. I don't think I can do this, how am I supposed to tell her that her son is dead? But I need to, I have to.

She pulls me into a hug once she reaches me, "Scarlett, I'm glad you are safe. What is the matter? What has happened?"

I pull away as I see Odin is now standing behind her.

I take a breath, trying to hold back the tears, "We were attacked and... Loki he... he didn't make it. He's... dead." I nearly break into tears but I hold them back.

Odin stares at me in shock as he whispers, "My son, dead."

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't save him."

Odin shakes his head, "This isn't your fault. Thor, where is he?"

"On earth, he is stopping Malekith before he can release the Aether. He has a plan. I didn't want to go I just couldn't..." They nod as I see Frigga beginning to tear up.

I can't take this.

"I'm going to go to my room." I say and I leave the room as the tears flow.

I run back to what used to be our room and push the doors open before shutting it. Turning back to the room, I let the tears falls as I crawl over to the bed and let the tears flow. I've lost him, I've lost Loki. Forever. He is dead and is never coming back.

I cry into a pillow as he never leaves my mind.

Time Skip

Anonymous POV

We scavenge the battle field trying to pick up wreckage of our ships. When one of my men comes towards me. He says he can see a body in the distance. I follow him and soon see the man's body, he isn't one of ours.

The man checks his pulse, "He's alive, just barely."

I smirk as I recognize the man laid before us, "Take him with us, he could be useful."