Loki paces in the waiting room of what people say is the best hospital in America. He feels a tear slipping from his eye, but doesn't bother wiping it away.
They're going to be alright, he thinks to himself.
He's been scared countless of times before, and to a great extent, but this puts those other times to shame.
He's absolutely terrified of losing you.
"Sir, are you okay?" Your doctor asks him as he takes a seat next to your husband.
"I might lose them," he croaks out, choking back a sob. "I might lose them and I can't do anything about it."
"Sir..."
"Sorry, I'm just... they mean so much to me," he whispers, his shoulders shaking as he sobs into his hands. "I can't afford to lose someone else. They're the only one I have left," he sniffles, regaining his composure.
"I'm sorry, sir," the doctor apologizes. "There's nothing we can do. Their immune system isn't strong enough for another operation, but they won't survive without it."
"Can I see them?" Loki pleads, his eyes red and his face blotchy. "Let me see them, at least one last time."
The doctor thinks for a second, before swallowing the lump in his throat and hesitantly saying yes.
Loki thanks him and follows him to your room.
"Hey, love," he greets.
The doctor told him that even when you're in a coma, he should still try to talk to you because you might be able to hear him.
"You've been here for... about a month now. You should wake up 'cause I miss you," he says jokingly, though his tears prove that he means every single word he said.
"I'll let you have some privacy," the doctor says as he leaves the room.
Loki sighs, forcing a smile. "I miss you so much, love. Your laugh, your smile, your beautiful eyes... I miss everything about you," he says, tearing up. "I wish you'd just wake up and tell me that you're okay, that we'll be okay.
"I don't wanna lose you, darling. I've lost so much these past years, and you've been my rock through all of it. I can't risk losing you, too."
He looks at the heart monitor, where your heartbeat is shown. It's bittersweet for him, to say the least. He knows you're alive, but barely. He knows that as long as you're living, you're feeling all the pain your illness is causing you.
He takes your hand, pressing it against his cheek. "Your hand is always so warm," he whispers, kissing your palm. He intertwines his fingers through yours and kisses the back of your hand. "I don't wanna let you go," he mumbles against your hand, sniffling. "Not yet. Not ever."
He sees a tear streaming down the corner of your eye and stands up. "Oh, love. I know, I know," he coos as if understanding your pain, caressing your cheek as he kisses your forehead. He sees his own tears hitting your cheeks, before quickly wiping them away. "You're the strongest person I know, darling," he takes a deep breath before continuing,"but... it's okay if you wanna let go. I know it hurts."
He sees you slightly relaxing, and he wonders if it's because of what he said or if it's just one of his tricks his mind plays on himself to make him feel better.
"I'm so envious of you humans," he says almost inaudibly. "What's the whole point of loving someone when you have, say, five thousand years? I think it's supposed to be about knowing that you have such little time, but so much to show each other."
He pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe the fact that I know that you won't live nearly as long as I will makes me so in love with you. I'm sorry I didn't get to show you the world," he says, hot tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, love. I didn't get to give you the whole universe when I should've within those numbered days."
He takes a deep breath, calming himself down. "It's okay, love. You can let go. I'm right here, you're safe." He cradles you in his arms ever so gently, and he breathes in your scent before he hears the heart monitor signal that it can't detect a heartbeat.
I hope we'll meet again someday. Maybe that's when I get to spend the rest of my life by your side, he thinks, tears falling down his cheeks as he kisses your forehead one last time.
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I honestly don't know why my brain decided to do this I'm so sorry
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