AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO! This is a prologue of my story, Lost In Paradise! I hope you get intrigued by it and want more, because more is on its way!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LOKI/ANY MARVEL CHARACTER.
PROLOUGE
Loki sat in the chambers, letting the sunlight stroke his face with a loving touch. He sorely needed that now. A loving touch. A kiss on his cheek. He knew the time was approaching fast. He had to reach the church, to say goodbye. Loki rose to his feet, straightening out his black waistcoat. A golden chain hung from his pocket. He pulled at it and out came a locket. A slight smile tugged his harsh lips. It was neither heavy nor expensive. It was circular, light and had lost its shine. Clearly someone had been touching it too much. The engraving on the front read:
We shall walk among stars, my prince, for our love knows no equal. Our love spans universes; it is something every soul desires. We are one, and will never be apart.
Tears smudged his view and a cry climbed up his throat, but he desperately gulped it down, and rubbed his eyes. She wouldn't want him to be this. His legs betrayed, though; they shook and shivered as he stared at the golden locket. His finger pressed the top, revealing and opening the locket. Inside, there was a picture of her in all her glory. The photograph mocked him with her beautiful golden eyes, shining like the jewellery she once wore, and her painted smile across her face, and her brown hair cascading down her face like melted chocolate. It had always been his favourite picture of her. He'd taken it on Midgard. The London skyline was behind her. Big Ben, the Shard, Canary Wharf, or whatever silly names mortals had for their buildings, were all standing behind her. His finger moved over the pictured cheekbone.
"I..." He paused, taking a look around, making sure no one was around. He didn't want anyone to see his sentiment. Especially right now. He looked back at the photograph. "I miss you. You left me. Y-you said you wouldn't. You prom-"
"Daddy?" A small voice interrupted him. Loki looked round and saw his daughter, dressed in a black dress, with a black veil covering her face. It was beautiful, considering the occasion. He put the locket away, and walked over to her. He slipped his fingers under the veil and pulled it up, to reveal the child's face.
"Yes, princess?" He asked, kneeling to her height. He gazed in to the little girl's eyes. Golden. She had her mother's eyes alright.
"When's Mummy coming home?" the little girl asked, blinking. Oh how innocent.
"Mummy...isn't going to be home for a while. She's gone far away." Loki sighed, trying to scratch away the tears from his voice. The little girl sniffed and stared at him, tearfully.
"I am going to miss her, daddy." She whined, her arms instantly wrapping around her father. Loki winced in sadness and lifted his little girl from the ground.
"I miss her too." He murmured sadly. "Come on, we've got to say goodbye to her." He walked over to his bed, carrying his daughter, and put on his top hat. He then headed out. To the funeral that awaited him.