The Trickster's Girl ( Loki Fan Fic )

Last Breath

War was going to begin. I've trained for so long it felt like a year of training. Freyja and I got armor that were made for maiden fighters. My armor plates were silver and it showed bluish purple leggings material for my arms and legs. I was wearing black leather boots, and I was skilled at archery and throwing daggers/axes. I also worked on my agility. I've gotten so better, that I've beaten many of the warriors, even Loki, being a trickster and all. And yes, he actually tried.

The setting wasn't so pretty. After all, a battle was being held. All there was, was red sand and there wasn't a sight of green for miles. I'm guessing this is the rebellious land. The warriors were lined up, ready to attack. Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, Thor, Odin, Loki, Freyr, Sif, Freyja, and I were in the front row. The light elf rebels were on the opposite side. They looked tough.

"READY MEN?!" Freyr yelled. "ATTACK!" He blew his attack horn. Everyone yelled or screamed as we charged at them. Some of us stayed on the hills, using bows and arrows. Sif, Freyja, and I stayed on the hills. Shooting arrows at the opponents. They were getting closer and closer.

A couple minutes later, I saw the rebel leader. The tip of his sword was pointing at Loki's neck. I ran towards them, killing elves on the way. I put the dagger blade against the elf's throat. "He dies, you die." I threaten. He replies back but I don't speak elvish so I didn't understand. The elf flips me over, making me his next target. I stab his foot, and rolled away before he could stab me back. I quickly sit up and trip him, making him drop his sword. I grab it, and point it in his face.

You know that moment, while your in a school fight and everyone stares at you because you hesitate, thinking whether or not to just walk away or keep going after the person is already beaten down? That's what happened when everyone noticed the leader was at my feet, waiting to be killed. I'm shaking and my legs feel like falling. If I kill him, will everything be better? Will it be worth it?

"Just kill me!" The elf spat.

"What good would it do? Your rebels won't change their minds even if you are dead! Just go!" I drop the sword and walk away a few steps. I know what's going to happen. He's gonna pick up the sword and attack me. I hear foot steps behind me.

"Alva, NO!" Someone shouts. I turn and throw a dagger into the elf's heart. But that's not all that happened. We both thought the same thing. Throwing knives. I look at my stomach. The blade is half way in. Blood drips quickly. I look at Freyja, Sif, Thor, and Loki. They run to me as I fall. Sif catches me and takes the knife out of my stomach. My friends circling around me. Freyja is holding my head up, Sif is holding my hand, Loki holding the other. Thor is kneeling in front of me. Tears roll down my cheek. I take out the necklace Loki gave me and put it in his hand.

"I love you guys." I say roughly.

"We love you, too." Thor says.

"Nononono, Alva you are not leaving us. You understand us! You're not going to die!" Sif and Freyja bawl.

"Not today! Come on, we're going now!" Loki says. He picks me up bridal style, and Thor, Freyja, and Sif walk behind us.

"My sons! Leave her! She's going to die!" Odin demands. But they keep walking. Thor calls for Heimdall. Then, darkness overcomes me. I drift off. Into the black nothing.