Sad, Beautiful, Tragic
Hello all! Thanks for clicking on my story. This is my first story ever and I'm definitely not an English major but hopefully someone will enjoy it. I'm a huge fan of Loki. I don't see him as being a character ever capable of letting someone be close to him, at least not after the events in the movies. However, I think its reasonable to say there feasibly could have been someone who cared when he was younger. We're all young and dumb and idealistic at some point right? And if he's thousands of years old he must've at least tried to love someone once. He wasn't born with issues. Life made him that way. So that is the basis for my story. Hopefully everything stays mostly cannon. Never read the comics so they didn't have much influence here, more mythology influence if anything.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns the playground. I'm just playing there.
In dreams, I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in lonely beds, different cities
And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you've got your demons and darling they all look like me
Cause we had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair
"Sad, Beautiful, Tragic" - Taylor Swift
No Loki.
He was . A failure. A disappointment. A monster.
So what was the point?
He let go. Thor screamed. But he didn't reach back. He watched them fall away from him. Watched as Thor was pulled back onto the safety of the bridge. Watched until they were nothing but a distant speck against the shores of his once home. While his body was pulled against the crushing gravity of the crumbling portal and his vision was lined with blue.
No one would miss him. No one loved him. No one wanted him.
A flash of light engulfed him and the air was forced from his lungs. Then blinding darkness and crushing silence. More light. A piercing shriek; a sound like the sharp grating of metal against itself. Air again. And blurs of light and blue. So much blue.
It was better this way. No one had to fix him anymore. Make him something he wasn't. He could vaguely make out the pinpricks of light flashing past him so quickly they became blurred into long ribbons of white around him.
The light rushed past. More sound. The hum of magic.
He was never truly one of them. He never had been.
He deserved this. What better place for a monster than the bottom of an abyss.
Colors flew by him. Blinding flashes of purple and green dancing across his vision with vivid intensity. More Light. And Heat. Motion and movement. Ribbons. Blurs of colors and flashes of darkness. Cold. More color. More blue.
The pain would stop. The weight in is chest. The damage to his pride. The sting of knowing he wasn't worthy. Done. Over. Gone.
Faster. Darkness. Heat.
No more fighting. No more disappointment. No more being let down. No. This was good. This was right. This is how it should be.
A memory. A tall dark horse. The scent of leather. The feel of freedom.
Blurs of color raced by. Faster. Spinning. Orbs of green light. Streams of red and blue. A flash of blinding yellow. And heat. And energy. And magic and metal.
And fear. Out of control. Too much.
No. Its better.
A dusty book. More blue. A willow tree. A flash of red. Young gray eyes wide with innocence and curiosity
No love for the wicked. I want this. This is good. Right. Its better. This is what they want. This is what I want.
A blade. A sword pressed hard to his neck. A flash of gold and light-hearted laughter. Never forget I love you.
More blue. More sound. Fear again. More heat. Spinning. Faster and faster. No more control. The taste of metal and magic.
Soft brown hair and silky sheets. The deafening screech of grating metal. Whispered nothings. A gentle sigh.
This is better. This will fix it. This will make it stop. No one loves you. You are bad. Evil. Worthless.
Don't tell me it was that woman...
Dark. Cold. Freezing. The scent of ozone. A flash of yellow. More heat.
So much better this way.
Betrayal. Long blonde hair. Slim white fingers. A golden band.
Untrustworthy. A liar. A failure.
Green blurs. Spinning. Glowing Red light. Heat. So much heat.
No one will mind. No one will miss you. Bad. Evil.
Blue eyes filled with hurt. Regret. A lie. "I love you, Sigyn"
Faster. Speed. Oxygen.
No Loki.
No one will miss you.
No air. Red light. Fear. Crushing pressure.
White paper. An invitation to a wedding
No one.
Need to breathe. Black spots. No air.
No one.
Impact. Pain. Heat. Red.
No.
Jotun. Snow. Cold. Blue. Monsters.
Better.
Fire. Rock. Fear.
A letter. Grief.
No one.
Silence.
Evil.
Red.
Fear.
Darkness.
Peace.
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