"One two three, angry hands going to grab you
Four, five, six, oldie searching his best
Seven, eight, nine, you can try your best to hide
Ten, eleven, twelve, off to your chambers you two!"
The taste of metal flooded the raven haired god's mouth, dripping from his lips and down his chin, eyes widened as he placed his hands onto the sword pierced fully through his body. "So.. This is the experience of a mortal.. How it is to be one.." He gasped softly to regain himself, not wanting to give up just yet. Hearing the screams and cries of his children, bangs being made on the barrier parting them. The emerald eyes landed onto the wielder of the weapon, chuckling to the feel of uselessness. How weak he was in this state, aware his last breaths were going to be made momentarily.
Simply a weary groan was released from bared and bloody teeth as the sword slid out from his body, followed by a river of blood, the warmed liquid flowing down the large wound and his clothing. Collapsing lifelessly to the ground, vision blurred. There was speaking. Nay, there was screams of rage and cries, and he was awake long enough to hear the noise. His lover's booming voice overpowering all the others, but he would not allow a tear to fall. Knowing his son lay next to him in the peace Jotun would soon be welcomed to. Fenrir, who managed to choke out a goodbye to his family, unlike Loki was able to do.
The barrier vanished moments later, and the fallen prince of Asgard lay in his spot, forcing his end away for the time being when hearing feet come his direction. "T.. Tho.." He weakly murmured, feeling large hands gently pull his head into muscular legs, bloodshot eyes unable to glance up to the face of the one he adored; Thor. "T.. This is.. Death.. My beloved? I never.. Truly.." He spoke in a dry and forced voice, experiencing what mortals referred to as 'the light.'
"Loki.. Fight. Please, you must carry on. I will get you help, I beg of you, to.." Thor's booming voice was unusually soft, carrying emotions beyond sadness that the raven haired god could not explain. He could not bring himself to continue, fighting off the tears that disobeyed his refusal, running down his cheeks. He brushed a raven strand off Loki's forehead, off the beautiful pale skin he adored so. The salty tears continuing their flow as his eyes watched the others struggles to face him. Look at him in his last moments of life. "One two three.. Angry hands going to grab you.." He murmured, memories of his childhood with Thor flowing his mind, the song they sang during their own version of hide and seek. "F.. Four, five.. S.. Si.. Oldie.. Searching h.. His.. Best.." Loki could not continue, eyelids hardly opened, breaths trembled and aching. Such a young age they were at when creating the tune that would always trigger a giggle when his spirits were high. How they would always imitate Odin's voice in the last line, 'off to your chambers, you two!'
The tears gathered with disbelief, agony, and pain. Unable to recall the words, but denying the fact and continuing on with his brother. "Seven, eight, nine, I won't let anyone find you.. Don't go, please.." Thor murmured, feeling the younger man relax his head further against his lap with no given choice. At the point, Loki lay lifeless, staring at Thor with his lips parted slightly. He took a last breath as they played their last game, body growing bitter cold, allowing his lids to close to rest to having reassurance of never being found.
"Loki.." Thor stuttered, blinking rapidly in disbelief, heart skipping a beat and thunder rumbling through the sky. "I love you.." He murmured, knowing it remained unheard, only spoken to the corpse laying against him. He hung his head, eyes shutting tightly. "Rest well.."