It is normal for the young to make place for the old. Every one grows up. Their inner child have to die for their adult self. But it is a slow, natural, process.
The thing happening to Loki was anything but slow and natural, it was as quick and unnatural as it could be.
The old had given way for the young, only to reclaim the youth. The body itself remained young, timeless, as it's mind aged.
The taste of the magpie's blood in his mouth somehow letting the youngster stay through-out the process. The process of watching himself die the way which every child does, only so in a much more wicked way.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, but how can you die when it's your own elder self 'killing' you? Not that they were the same. The youngster and the elder. Even though they both were Loki, they were both the trickster of Asgard, they were both Thors adopted brother, son of Laufey, and jotun with æsir skin. But they weren't the same.
The young one wished his life would flash before his eyes, that way he would have something to think off, something that wasn't feeling the older seeing his every thought, every memory, every secret, making them his and then pushing them back to make place for his own.
The youngster knew it had to be done, so many lives would be taken if it didn't happen. He had to be brave. But, he had won, the elder hadn't changed. The elder had lost. Not that it eased the pain, though he tried to make himself believe it did.
At least Leah had been sent away, far away, she wouldn't have to deal with his wicked elder self. It was good. She was safe. Safe from him.
"Damn me" Me, the elder self, himself, the one that had used him, made him take all the bullets, only to kill him when everything finally seemed good.
"Damn you all" Everyone, they had all driven them both to this, everyone had played their part in it, even if they didn't know.
One memory flash at the corner of his eye. A table, a milkshake, a boy and girl in green, the sweet taste of the shacked, pink, milk, the girl stealing more than the boy offered.
It only natural for the young to make way for the old.
Loki closed his eyes.
Green darkness consumed the innocent, while light caressed the wicked.