Loki stood before the grand mirror that remained in his chambers. He tightened the belts of his battle chest plate and fastened his boots. He slipped into his jacket and strapped the vambrace tightly on top.
He paused to look at the engraved pauldron- he liked them, they made him look sharp and prevailing.
This was to be a grand celebration for Asgard. Staring absently at his reflection he finished adjusting his armor, and smiled at himself. But the smile wouldn't reach his eyes. This wasn't what he had wanted. His plans had gone horribly wrong, but maybe this was for the better.
A guard knocked onto his door, signaling that he should be finishing up. Loki picked up his helmet, debating with himself simply over if he should bring it or not. Abandoning the idea, he left his chambers and walked down the Great Halls of Asgard. Everything was quiet, as compared to when Thor had walked down the same room to accept responsibility as the new All-Father, granting him king-ship not too long ago.
The scaffold that was placed in the Great Hall was a few feet high and draped in black. It was reached by steps and furnished with the block. His people were there to witness the execution. He walked to the piece calmly. Heimdall held the practiced axe. Loki looked to him, "Strike true Heimdall, please, you shall mark an end of all my troubles." He turned to the new king of Asgard. His brother, weary eyed sat on the throne. "I won't hold any grudges, brother, for this is my doing. I am sorry it happened. I will wait for you." Loki gave him a reassuring smile that held no effect.
Loki stood unwavering and confident. "Loki Laufeyson, illegitimate son of Odin and dishonored prince of Asgard, you have been sentenced to death by beheading. The All-Father and the council have not called to stay this execution. We are gathered on this day to witness your sentence of death for the crime of high treason, to be carried out at dusk. And so the sentence will proceed. I carry out this condemnation by the power vested in me by the All-Father. May you find forgiveness in Hel or Valhalla, whichever claims you." Heimdall avowed.
Loki stood still, as a servant removed the iron collar from his neck, replacing shackles onto his wrists behind him. The crowd of witnesses soundless.
His eyes were blindfolded by Heimdall with a black veil embroidered in gold, he knelt down in front of the block, on which he positioned his head. "Into thy hands, brother, I commend myself."
The axe came down, but Loki was not killed with the strike. The laceration missed his neck and struck the back of his skull. Loki shuddered, in palpable distress, writhing slightly. The second blow severed the neck, with the exception of a bit of sinew, to which Heimdall cut through using the axe. He held the head up high, black locks in his hand, declaring "All hail Thor!" Loki's body collapsed to the side.
The crowd chanted, his friends likewise. Thor looked away from his people. Standing up slowly, he walked away. Leaving his brother's body with the room of ungodly celebration.