As he fell Loki prayed for death to come swift and painlessly. The decent was dizzying. He felt the pull of the vortex acting on his body. Its draw was painful and strong.
He was water circling a drain.
He glanced upwards for the last time. The air of Asgard shining far above and behind him was pulled away. His decent was now silent and still but he was pulled with sickening speed. The stars and nebulae rushed past. Their colours a senseless blur added to the overwhelming nausea. He clenched his eyes tightly as tears sprang from them. His fists held against his temples to prevent his head from reeling.
Falling now in foetal position he crossed the threshold of the vortex. Its mouth closed behind him, receiving him to it's embrace. The pressure increased dramatically. He felt it compressing the armour against his chest, crushing him. It had already been hard to breathe but now he felt what little breath he had remaining forced from his lungs.
He fought to ignore it, hoping it would bring death sooner but the pain became unbearable as he felt the metal break his pale skin. It pierced and cut into the flesh of his abdomen. Digging in deeper until he could bear it no longer! He had to remove the armour before it cut him in two.
Baring his teeth he clasped his fingers under the plates and pulled. The pain was agonizing! Resisting against the urge to black out he ripped the breast plate and ornate attachments away, the metal edges begrudgingly freed themselves from his sinews, if he had a breath he would have screamed.
Deep wounds revealed themselves along his chest and side. Casting the armour from him it was drawn deeper into the swirling, churning hole in space. He gasped, struggling to draw a breath, it was hopeless. This he felt was the end. He was carried along with the observatories debris, flung like a rag doll in the eddies.
His vision clouded, blackness filled and surrounded him, but the chill of the void was welcoming. It embraced and wrapped him round like a blanket. Nothing left to fear. No one left to fail or heed. No one to follow, or find him. Lost forever in the dark.