Mischief Meets Mischief (A Loki Story)

Chapter 25- Nothing (Final Chapter)

AUTHORS NOTE: Here we go. This is it. This is the last chapter of Mischief Meets Mischief.

I loved being able to see these characters change and sort of grow up, and I loved being able to write something that you guys enjoyed.

I want to say thank you to everyone who read this. You guys inspired me to write and its been an incredible ride. Thanks again.

Much love,
Julie.

(For added effect in this chapter, listen to 'Sorry Seems To Be the Hardest Word' by Elton John or 'Nothing' by The Script. Both fit well with the chapter)

JANG POV

I sat with my bed against the headboard of my bed. I had my knees pulled up to my chest and my head hung low.

It was still very early. The sun was just beginning to kiss the horizon in the distance.

The view was beautiful but I didn't care.

Right now, I didn't see the beauty in anything.

All I saw was hatred, anger, and grief everywhere.

All I saw was flashes of my time with Loki going by, in a never ending, gut wrenching loop.

When I first met him.

When I saw the change in him.

Sigyn pressed up against him.

The tiniest flash of remorse and guilt I saw in his eyes when he saw me last night.

When he said he loved me.

My tears began blurring my vision again but there was nothing I could do about it.

The Loki I knew was so full of love and adoration for me.

And now, he tells me it was all a lie.

I should hate him.

I had every right in the world to be beyond pissed at him.

But I just couldn't, no matter how hard I tried.

But instead I was furious at myself.

Where did I go wrong? Why didn't I see any warning signs?

What do I have to do to make him love me?

I just wanted him to be with me but now I couldn't see how that would happen.

I wanted back the Loki I knew.

The one who said he would stay with me. The one who would do anything for me.

The one I fell in love with.

The task of having to stay with him back home seemed impossible. I wasn't sure how I could stand having him with me. I couldn't just pretend that nothing happened.

But it could be a chance.

A chance for me to fix things.

A chance for me to fall in love all over again.

The one thing that still gave me some hope was the remorse I had seen in his eyes last night. I could have only imagined it out of desperation but I ignored that thought.

That one flash of emotion. That one betrayal of the eyes still gave me hope.

But in the back of my mind, I knew that this hope was a dangerous thing. If I was wrong about everything, I didn't think I'd be able to recover.