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Summary: Blood. Crimson ooze everywhere. He should have seen it coming. You can't trick the trickster unless you know his weak spot. And for him it was you.
Warnings: Torture, blood, angst, slight fluff at the end, badassery, death, oh angst, some more angst and then angstyness, a bitter sweet end
You didn't know Loki like other's did, you knew him as the young raven haired boy that wanted to just escape the chains of social hierarchy and be free to just be, but alas, he was just your prince and you his loyal subject at the end of the day. You knew he was much different than Thor, but that's what caught your attention. He wasn't paraded around like a trophy, if anything he was despised and rejected, something you understood too well. As children, he stayed a few steps behind his brother. You could see it in his eyes he knew he would never live up to Thor's name, he just wanted to have a fair chance of being so. He was mischievous, but you looked forward to the adventure. Loki liked having you look at him as a person worthy of admiration and love. It was true, you did care for him, he was just like you, but you were invisible and as you both grew up, you stayed in the shadows watching him grow into the man he promised he never wanted to be. There was nothing you could do, as much as you wanted to. Loki was powerful, he probably wouldn't remember you anyway, you were the childhood dream he grew tired of chasing.
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Another day gone, the same routine, the same activities, the same feelings, another day you thought about the man who would never give you a second look. You scolded yourself for thinking of him even after all these years, always keeping a shred of hope that he would come see you again. You were a fool every time. Everyday was so mundane. Waking up to the sunshine, preparing your breakfast, tending to your quaint garden, scouring the market for miscellaneous items you never need, but buy anyway. Reading a book or two, walking through the palace garden and admiring it in its' silent, humble glory.
Walking the narrow path, you imagined a young girl and a young boy running this same path. Giggling together as they played a game of hide-and-seek. The booming voice from another boy chasing after them. The two children scurrying away from the other and hiding in a bushel of lily's. The boy with raven hair had held her hand, pulling her closer to keep hidden, but she liked the closeness to him. She admired his youth, how the sunlight had reflected his pale skin and somehow darkened his hair. He looked down to her, seeing her staring and he smiled at her, laughing at her. He picked a flower and gently tucked it behind her ear, caressing her cheek.
You held your face with your hand, remembering that moment. You loved Loki. His charisma, how he was always up to do something crazy and extravagant, his cool demeanor even when the pressures of being a young prince weighed on him. Even if he didn't say it, you knew he loved you. He treated you differently than the others, you were close to him. It was a bond not easily broken. What you wouldn't give to be children again, playing in the garden and playing jokes on the elder prince. But time still ran, and you and your princes had grown. They had duties to fulfill and you...well, you remained in your little cottage just outside the city, with your garden, your books and a heart that still hoped for the day your young prince would come back.
