Loki / Tom. Death Fic. Rated M. I do not own Tom Hiddleston or Loki.


Here I am. Alone. In the dark. In my hospital bed.

Loki just striked again. He haunts me. He killed the ones I loved. He destroyed my life.

My name is Tom Hiddleston, and for many years I've been trying to fight this monster.

I hate him with all my heart and soul.

My friends. My family. He killed them all.

I am alone in this hospital bed. My throat and wrists are wrapped in bandages. An oxygen mask is on my face.

He made me kill myself. Loki.

But they won't let me die. Or maybe it's him who wants to torture me for longer.

I hear foot steps and I know he's here. I can feel his eyes on me. His cold grip on my hand.

There are tears in his eyes. He comes closer to me, and whispers in my ear :

"I'm sorry. I just loved you. It seems I'm unable to love."

He removes my oxygen mask and kisses my lips. I can't breathe, I'm choking, but he continues to kiss me.

I don't kiss back.

He breaks the kiss.

He takes a step back. And disappears.

My heart stops.


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