Loki's POV
I was incredibly proud when Paris showed me what she could do. I was happy she had beat me since I knew she could do it. Sure she may have cut my hand but... I didn't blame her, after all, it was just a spar.
It didn't mean anything. Besides a simple cut wasn't gonna kill me. Later that night I was walking around looking for Paris. She had vanished after the sparring match.
I heard footsteps echo from the hallways. It must've been Paris. I saw her walking away toward the Bifrost. I asked softly "P-Paris...?"
She turned around and the word sorry clouded her expression and my heart broke as I instantly understood... She was leaving.
