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Don't Forget

"Oh, God, please," she pleads, applying pressure to his chest. But the wounds are too deep, too numerous, and the blood keeps flowing, no matter what she does.

"Look, it's alright...it's alright," he soothes but he knows its too late. He's lying on the pavement, sunglasses cracked, his body torn and riddled with bullets, but he doesn't care because she's safe. That's all that matters.

"You moron!" she says through gritted teeth, her hands soaked a brilliant gold--the distinctive blood trait of the 12 principal Stellar Spirits. "What were you thinking?"

He coughs and he can't help it, there's more blood. "I dunno. But isn't this just like last time I almost died? Just can't let me go, can you?"

He tries to grin and she tries to smile back, but it's hard because she loves him and there is just so. much. blood.

"Listen to me" he says, reaching for her hand, but the action makes his head throb and his vision go blurry. But he fights to stay in focus because there's just one more thing and she needs to know. "When I come back, I...I may not be the same."

"What? What do you mean?" She glances around. Help should be arriving any second now.

"It's a trade-off. In exchange for life, I'll lose something...important."

"...Important?"

He reaches up to cup her chin, hoping she doesn't mind that his hands are shaking. "Will you still love me if I'm bald, one-legged, or blind?"

At this, she can smile. "I'll even push your wheelchair."

"...if I lose Regulus?"

"I don't care. As long as you're fine."

His breath is a bit ragged now. "What if...what if my memory is gone and I lose you?"

"Well then, I'll help you remember," she promises, as she kisses his hand, rubbing her thumb over his bruised knuckles. "And you'll never lose me, Loki. Ever."

She's determined and as he looks up at her, he can't help but think she's never been more beautiful. Even with the tears streaming down her face. But his eyes are feeling heavy now, and he can feel the pull--it's getting too strong to deny.

He struggles but still manages to pull off his ring, the lone ruby emitting a dull glow. He fumbles for her palm and misses, accidentally slipping it onto one of her fingers. "I love you, Lucy," he says as his essence begins to fade from this world to the next, "Don't forget that."

Then there's crash as a blaze of fire falls near them. A young man emerges from the flames, crackling. He's breathing hard but he doesn't move any closer. He knows he's late. Too late.

She bends, her lips catching his cheek before it disappears into golden dust. "Don't worry," she whispers, "I won't."