In the many centuries that Loki had lived he had never been so terrified. Loki was by no means a coward and a word such as terrified could not be easily affixed to him. No, even in dire situations he had always remained calm and composed.
However, this time was different for he had never felt such great pain. The agony of it was white-hot and terrible.
He looked down at the cruel knife sticking out of his abdomen. With shaking hands he reached for the handle as if he couldn't believe it was even there. He clutched the fatal wound bringing a gasp from his lips. Blood oozed out from between his fingers as white spots danced across his eyes.
As the hurt intensified Loki felt his legs go weak and he sank to his knees. He was vaguely aware that there was screaming, but he was unsure if it was his own or someone else.
Unconsciousness was tearing at the edges of his vision while he desperately tried to stay awake. He knew if he lost consciousness then he would never regain it. When his weakened body could no longer hold him upright he abruptly collapsed onto his side. The jolt of hitting the floor sent pain careening through him and he shut his eyes at the feeling.
Loki could feel the greedy hands of death gripping at him only increasing his fear. Frantic for aide he pried open his eyes to look at his surroundings. Though his sight was blurry he could make out the figure of someone else close by. He wanted to cry out for help, but his voice failed him.
Briefly he wondered why this other person was just sitting there instead of aiding him. Then realization struck him that this person could very well be his attacker. As darkness closed in around Loki he tried to focus in on the person's face. Before he died he at least wanted to know the identity of his assassin.
For only a short moment his vision cleared just enough for him to see the other person. It was all he needed. Loki's eyes widened at the identity of his murderer, and truly it terrified him more than the fact that he was dying.
As the light faded from his eyes, he was left staring at a horribly familiar face. The image of his killer burned into his soul to haunt him well into the afterlife. Finally his breathing stopped and he knew no more.
Prince Loki of Asgard was dead.