Spread Your Wings | Loki Fanfic

Chapter #8

--) Robyn's POV (--

I stood in front of my mirror, looking at my dress. It was a short black strap-less dress that came up to just below my knees. Since there was no back in it, my wings were slightly unfolded behind me. My short reddish-brown hair was slightly curled at the bottom. I smiled. I practically never wore anything fancy, and I felt kind of silly.

Just then, Loki walked in. He was wearing a suit, which I found pretty funny, with a green tie. His hair was slicked back like usual and he wore a slightly sad expression on his face. "You look amazing" he said as he walked over to me. "I look kind of silly, considering I don't wear dresses often" I replied, looking in the mirror. "Maybe you should then" he said, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Maybe" I smiled.

We both walked out of my room and I put my shoes on, which were a pair of high heels. Loki put his black shoes on as well and said "You ready to go?" I frowned. I didn't really want to go, but I knew I had to. "Yeah" I said, looking down.

We both got in the car and I drove us down to the small church where they were having Daniel's funeral. We drove up and got out. It was an old church, with faded bricks and old stain-glass windows.

We walked inside, getting some glares from varying people. Most of them look like agents, others are probably blood-related to Daniel. We sat down, and people started talking. Mostly about how Daniel was a great agent, good with machines, blah blah blah.

Then a woman walked to the front of the church. She looked kind of old, maybe in her fifties. I assumed she was Daniel's mom. "Daniel was the best - and only - son I ever had. I was so happy when he got his job as a full agent, but I knew there would be consequences. Now here we are." she seemed slightly angry, but I couldn't really tell. She scanned the church until she locked eyes with me, then continued.

"When Daniel was very young, he was friends with that mutant bird girl, and they were the best of friends. Although I never really liked her, I respect my son's decisions in friends he made" she continued. I didn't know whether to be insulted or complimented, so I just continued listening. "Daniel, my son, was an honourable man. May he ready in peace." she then bowed her head and returned to her seat.

Then it was my turn. Loki squeezed my hand reassuringly and I smiled. As I was walking up the centre isle, I remembered that there was an open casket. I didn't want to look, because I knew that for sure would pull out the tears. I had managed to hold them in, but I didn't know for how much longer.

Finally I made it up to the front, keeping my gaze away from the casket and turning towards the people. I nervously cleared my throat. I'd never spoken in front of so many people. I'd never spoken in front of, like, five people geez.

"Daniel was like a brother to me." I started, not really knowing what else to say. "Y'know, with me growing up in a secret government thing my whole life and all. Never knowing my parents. Or if I even had any siblings. But Daniel was always there for me, always by my side when I had had a rough day." I took a deep breath, trying not to cry. It was working, surprisingly.

"And now he's dead. And I couldn't do anything about it" I looked down. "It's my fault and I hope he can forgive me." I looked back up at the people sitting in the church. Most of them looked only slightly fazed, like they didn't really care. But when I looked at Daniel's mom she looked very sad and very angry, all at the same time. I decided that she frightened me.

"May Daniel rest in piece" I finished, stepping down and returning to my seat next to Loki. He patted my back and pulled me close, hugging me. It was comforting, and I was also happy I managed to not cry. It would have been so embarrassing.

Only a couple more agents stood to say their words, and soon enough everyone was leaving. Loki stood and reached down to help me up. I shook my head. "I'm going to stay here for a while." I said, staring down at my feet. "Are you sure? Are you alright, Robyn?" he asked, looking concerned. I nodded, not saying anything else. After a minute he left.

I sat on the bench for a while, thinking. Not really thinking, actually. More like just staring into space. I looked up at the casket sadly. Taking a deep breath, I got up and walked towards it.

With no one around, I wasn't afraid to cry anymore. I look down into the open casket. It almost looked like he was sleeping. Daniel was wearing a tuxedo, and his hair was neatly brushed, unlike anytime I had seen him before. I gently pushed back a stray strand of hair and sighed. I took a deep breath.

Tears streamed steadily down my cheeks and I sat down, next to the casket. Putting my head in my hands and sobbed. Why did he go? Why couldn't I help him? Ugh, I just felt so useless. Daniel was lying in a coffin, and it was all my fault.

Eventually I got up. I took one last look at Daniel, in his tuxedo and un-messy hair. I sighed and turned my winged back. Why did they happen? There had to be a reason, a reason why I was born with wings. I walked down the aisle, out the door to my car. I felt bad because I had made Loki walk home, but there wasn't anything I could do about it now.

I drove home, and Loki was sitting on the couch. He turned to me as soon as I walked in. I tried not to cry, it made me look weak. But, somehow, Loki saw right through me. He got up, and before I could protest, he wrapped his arms around me. After a moment, I hugged him back, and after a few more minutes, I let go and walked off to bed. I changed into my night clothes and lay down in bed.

I may have dozed off, or a may have just lay there, I'm not sure. But sometime Loki came and sat on the edge of my bed, watching me silently. Did he think I was asleep? "I'm sorry" he said quietly, almost a whisper. And then he got up to leave. "I'm sorry, too" I whispered. I don't know if he heard me, or if what I said was even audible, because Loki didn't say anything else.

I heard the door open, then close again as Loki left. I found myself crying, silent tears that dripped onto my pillow. I sat up angrily and wiped them away. Too weak. I laid back down and finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.