Loki's POV
Pain.
That's all I felt.
I don't know why I did it... Was it my fate to die? Or did I love my step-brother too much to see him go?
My emerald-green eyes stared up to the sky as I winced in pain, blood seeping from my stab wound. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me.
"No, no, no. You fool, you didn't listen!" I heard Thor say, voice far from breaking.
"I know... I'm a fool. I'm a fool-" I cringed forward, wincing.
"Stay with me, okay?"
I couldn't.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorryi'msorry." I say, nearly on the verge of crying out in pain.
I could feel my skin turning gray as stone. Please not yet... Just a little longer...
"I'll tell Father what you did today..."
A tear rolled down my face as I slightly smiled at him.
"I didn't do it... for him..." I stated softly before closing my eyes one last time.
"NOO!"