The wind howled dragging him into the eternal abyss of the void as Thor jumped after him, attempting to save him from being lost. Loki was just able to catch onto Mjölnir's handle. The All-Father rushes in to save his son from falling in as well. Please don't let me fall. Please. I am so sorry. Please don't let me go. I was so close. "I could have done it father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!" I am worthy of you father!
Odin looked at the man he had probably once proudly called son. "No Loki."
Loki looked into his brother's eyes with unconcealed fear, seeing his own reflected fear, disburdened himself from Thor and Mjölnir. He watched as Thor, the Bridge, Asgard disappeared. Loki held his eyes shut as he fell further into the void, not certain as to what will happen.
Nothing and everything held him close. His beating heart as the only sound, beats louder than ever before, the heavens changes so quickly. His heart ached. I cannot have the admiration I so sincerely sought after. I made so many mistakes. I should never have acted as I had, no one would accept me being more a shadow. Abandoned by the people I loved and cared for more than anyone, and the future I had dreamed of that made life bearable, will never be. But that is okay, because I have myself, and in the end that is all I'll ever have.
After an indefinite point of time, Loki unfastened his eyes terrified and uncertain of what he'd see of what was causing his physical pain. He calmed his heart rate to the universe's low ominous and eternal song. One that would never leave his mind, and he didn't want it to. It was beautiful. Perfect. Calming to hear something other than his own thoughts go over everything, anything and nothing.
Notwithstanding the intense pain his body was induced to, the universe was glorious and outlying afar from just a simple beauty. The view hit him, and hit him hard. He felt like he was looking at a secret. People were not supposed to see this, it was too sacred. Worlds and galaxies passed him by. Turning his head and shutting his eyes, ashamed, he looked away. He was undeserving to be a witness of such eternal beauty. How could Heimdall see all this vastness of eternity? Colors he has never witnessed were painted into the heavens. The structures of Universes uniquely worked from each other.
The grandeur of the void struck Loki as something more than just beautiful. Something he can picture so clearly, but words fail to explain fully. It was like looking into absolute paradise, a heaven.
But entirety was still nothing.