This is a random scene I wrote to make my dear, twisted friends happy.
I loved him. And he loved me. But not since he started to be…different. My Loki was mischievous, a prankster. He wouldn't kill people or betray his brother. He's not my Loki anymore.
His eyes rake over my body, lingering. The luminous pale green orbs are tinged with insanity. "I can't be with you anymore. Not after what you've done. Or plan to do," my voice fills with regret as I whisper the sad truth.
The ghost of a smirk hovers on his face. "And I you. You are good, and I'm not. There is not more us," Loki said with slight sadness.
It breaks my heart. I love him to the bottom of my soul. He is a necessary part of my being. I've never lived without him. Now I find myself exiling myself from him and his atrocities. "You can be saved. But Iwon't –can't- love a monster. But I love you," I force out.
His expression hardens and he circles around me like a predator. There is no looking away from him. I am mesmerized, like a bird caught in the deadly gaze of a snake. I can see the madness in him, eating away at him like a poison. "I am a monster, a lost creature. There is no savior for me. I am not worthy of you," he spits out with vehemence," I want power. I want to rule over Asgard, the universe! I want to hurt people so bad that they forget their names."
So this is it. I can't lover for the darkness. I turn around to leave. Tears cloud my vision.
His hands lash out and grab my wrist. "There is no more us. But one last time…" Loki says huskily.
There is want and desire in his eyes. Pure uncensored passion. My body makes the decision before I can. I throw him on the ground, allowing him to take the lead. His teeth graze my ear. My heart will pay for this later, but I only care about the present.
I hear the blood rush to my head. Our clothes are flying off as I desperately pull him into a liplock. 'I want to hurt people so bad they forget their own names. But right now I don't care about that," He says with wicked delight," Right now I want you to love me so hard that we both forget we're alive."
Hands move all over. My breath comes out in ragged pants. We have perfected this to an art, but this is the last time. I savor it down to every little kiss, thrust and moan.
We are a heap of tangled flesh. "Next time I see you, I'll have to kill you," I joke.
I say it lightly, but I really mean it. There is no way Loki should be allowed to roam free. I must kill the love of my existence. He simply says, "I know."
We lay there, basking in the delight of our love's aftermath. My eyelids flutter as sleep lures me. Loki quietly gets up, kissing my cheek. "Goodbye. I love you," he says.
He disappears into the night, taking my heart with him.