My Sweet Flame

Chapter 42. It was worth a shot!

"Did you really think that would work?" He whispered hoarsely in my ear.

"Honestly, Yeah. Yeah I did."

I knocked him over the head with the scepter, sending him tumbling to the ground, but he was still completely conscious.

"I mean I'm not really sure what I expected, buuuut you miss 100 percent of the shots ya don't take." I smirked, "Remember?"

He stood quickly and punched me in the shoulder. 

"Particularly." He grinned tauntingly.

I shook my arm out quickly as I kicked his shin, sending him momentarily on one knee. He grabbed at the scepter, but only succeeded in getting punched. Loki stood quickly, and I punched and dodged him. He threw a punch near my ear, only to be confused when I dropped to the floor and slid under him. I punched him from the back, scepter still clutched in my left hand.

"That's not fair." He grunted.

"Define fair." I laughed.

He kicked the scepter away from me, sending it flying over near the elevator. After what was only a few seconds but seemed like a lifetime of kicking, punching, and dodging, my hands lingered from shaking and I felt a torturing pain hit the right side of my stomach. Suddenly, my breath hitched and I couldn't breath normally. I looked down in horror to see a knife plunged through the spot. Immediately, I recognized the hilt of the dagger as the one Loki received the day I found out I was leaving Asgard all those years ago. I lifted my head to meet his eyes as sadness, fear, anger, hatred, and pain boiled inside me.

"I'm sorry, My love." He spoke sadly, "I can't have you in the way of this. I don't want you to get hurt."

I glanced back down at the dagger, which now was dripping blood on the floor, then back up at him.

"I'm getting a bit of a mixed message here." I told him, desperation in my voice.

I stumbled as pain and fatigue racked my entire body. He grabbed my back, holding me up as my left arm gripped his neck. Loki grabbed a chair and gently lowered me to it. I was to shocked to do or say anything.

I can't believe it.....I'm going to die.......I'm actually going to die....this is the end......but-but he loved me. He loves me. H-He loves me. Why.......

I felt a tear run down the side of my cheek.

"Loki......" I whispered, my voice breaking, "W-Wh-Why? Please.....I love you. I-I always have..."

He bent down and gingerly planted his lips atop mine.

"I know." There was a long silence as he looked into my glossy eyes, "And I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am. I didn't want it to end like this." His eyes began to gloss over with tears and his voice slowly broke, "I....I'll see you in Valhalla, Cupcake."

He backed away and picked up his scepter before turning to leave out the glass doors.

"Loki......." I called.

He didn't turn, didn't even stop.

"I love you." He whispered.

I struggled to keep my eyes open. My body was tired from the fight, exhausted from the lack of sleep, and now, it was dying. Talk about a rough day. I was dying. I looked up to see Thor and Loki fighting out on the terrace of Stark Tower. I tried to go through and remember everything.

My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I've been stabbed by my best friend and lover. The Chitari......

My eyes threatened to close again.