Loki stood over a badly bruised and battered body; the one that belonged to his brother Thor. Loki fell to the ground onto his knees crying – why did this have to happen to Thor?
Loki opened his eyes after closing them when he heard a strangled cough, "L-Loki? Hey baby, don't worry about me I'm…" Thor coughed again but this time blood came up too.
"Shush, its ok, I'm here," Loki lent down and kissed Thor; the younger god knew what he had to do and knew that it would end up taking his life, "Goodbye, Thor…"
The older god laughed slightly, "You giving up on me already?" it was light hearted but Loki just sighed.
"Quite the opposite," Loki kissed Thor one last time before using his magic to heal the man; Loki could feel himself losing energy quickly and knew he wouldn't last long, "I love you Thor."
Thor could feel himself regaining strength and looked up with joy in his eyes as he was nearly back to normal but when he saw Loki the joy faded, "Loki…"
"Don't worry Thor, I knew this would happen; I'm just glad you're alright; I love…" but Loki couldn't finish what he had started and he fell to the side, no life left in his limp body; all Thor could do what stare.
The older god's friends came up happily but froze when they saw the tears in Thor's eyes and the limp body of Loki, their hearts went out to Thor when all the strong man could do what let out a choked sob of, "Why?"
Odin bowed his head as he approached and saw Loki's dead corpse while their mother looked away with a cry; all Thor could think was that it was him that should be dead.
Later that night when their father walked into his oldest – now only – son's room he fell to floor in dismay; his only child lay dead in a pool of his own blood, the only thing that gave him a little hope was that Thor and Loki would be re-united.
That day two brothers… two lovers died. Both by their own hand…