SAD MCU STUFF

THE SUN

Pain. Falling. Darkness. Light. 

Loki jerked awake-what he thought was awake. He began coughing so hard he nearly retched all over himself. The feeling was gone as quickly as it came.

I’m awake. Thor--Thor saved me. 

Loki looked about, trying to piece together the puzzle. He was, undoubtedly, on Asgard. There was no mistaking that. But that was completely impossible. It was just as impossible as him surviving his neck being crushed by that lunatic Thanos. Asgard was destroyed. He was destroyed. 

Loki’s eyes caught the figure of a woman, gazing out at a the sea of edifices surrounding the palace’s balcony where he lay. He wasn’t sure how he’d missed her, but that was the least concerning element of all this. His heart seized. He knew this particular woman. He’d recognize her anywhere. No.  

“Mother?” he choked, swallowing instinctual sobs. Frigga faced him, face beaming, not the least bit surprised. Her face shone like the sun, just as he remembered. 

“Loki,” she opened her arms to him, “Loki, you’re here.” He ran to her and nearly collapsed in her arms. 

“Am I dead?” he sobbed into her. She chuckled and stroked his hair like a child. 

“Yes.” 

He pulled away. He was unashamed of his emotions. He wasn’t scared of what lay after death, so long as he had her. 

“I’ve missed you so,” Frigga whispered. Loki nodded. 

Their surroundings turned milky, finally dissolving into a white light. 

“Shall we wait for your brother?” She offered him her hand, and Loki hesitated. 

“Together?” 

Frigga smiled. 

“We’ll never have to be apart again, little one. From now on, we’ll always be together.” 

Loki took her hand, and they promptly dissolved into nothingness.