Prince of Asgard

Chapter 1

I keep dreaming about him: I see him falling on the street with a hole in his chest, bleeding the hell out of his body; his ribs visible through the flesh brutally torn apart; his  bright blue eyes now cold and mute.
I start screaming but I hear nothing; I see nothing apart from the tears that fall from my eyes to his cheeks as I put his head close to my chest and I kiss his forehead.
"Are you still thinking about him?"
We won, in New York, we saved the city, the country, the world, but not my friend, not him. I'm with Loki, waiting for Thor to bring him back to Asgard. You're probably thinking Nick Fury put me here; he didn't, I decided to stay with him. Why? I don't know, maybe I need him, I need to see him, talk to him, touch him. Despite the fact the he was the one who brought  the Chitauri to New York, almost killed all the people who live here, he's the one who's satisfied by the other's pain, I feel something in my heart. My instinct pushes me towards him, his eyes, his mischievous smile, his voice, his power, his pain.
I think I want all of these things to be in my future, I can't accept him leaving for Asgard, I don't want to forget about him and I don't want him to forget about me.