WITHOUT YOU

PART ONE

Kairi sat on the edge of the shattered Rainbow Bridge, she sat carefully so she wouldn't fall or get cut by the shards hanging loosely from it. She sighed and took a deep breath.

She felt the Rainbow Bridge like smooth glass underneath her gentle fingers.

A tear threatened to fall from her eyes as she dared to look down over the edge of the bridge and into the dark abyss that had once taken from her the most important man that could have ever existed.

The tears fell into the darkness; engulfed like her dearest friend that terrible day that seemed so long ago.

Kairi's sorrow quickly turned into anger and she dug her hands into the bridge harder than ever before.

She yelped in pain and drew her hands away from it. The sharp shards had cut one of her hands, she didn't even realise she had that much anger buried in her to do such a thing to herself.

A single line of scarlet blood seeped from the cut, but Kairi didn't care. Even as it slowly dripped onto the bridge next to her, she still didn't care. Even as she could feel the wound throb with every thud of her heartbeats, she didn't care.

No.

All her care was taken from her the day Loki 'fell'. Well, that's what they had told her. She didn't believe them of course. Loki wouldn't have just fallen to his death.

Kairi froze.

The word 'death' rang in her ears as more tears slowly made their way down her cheeks. Death. Loki was dead. That's what they had told her as she mourned for him.

She had had hope one day. They didn't know for certain that he was dead. They didn't know what the worm whole, or whatever it was that had actually taken Loki, had done to him.

But as the days past, slowly turning into months, slowly turning into years, Kairi gave up the little hope she had held onto for Loki's return. He was gone. She was left. Alone. As she always had been by the people she had cared the most about.

Of course, she had seen her fair share of death: of the loss, of the pain, of the anger, of the sorrow, of the emptiness that you know can never, ever be filled.

Her two hearts ached for him to return to her, and they ached more as she knew that that would never become reality.

It had been two and a half years today since that day when Loki.. when Loki went. And every night since that day, Kairi would come to the end of the bridge, yet to be rebuilt as the Allfather still mourned for 'his son', and she would just sit there and let the darkness of the sky and the loudness of the waves crashing against each other underneath her, engulf her every thought.

Thor, bless the kind hearted God he is, would sometimes join her. He always tried to help Kairi let go but he knew she would never be able to. The pain was too much, the scars on her hearts were too deep, her love for his brother was too strong to reason with.

Sometimes, when Kairi would visit the edge of the bridge, she would find Heimdall standing there; watching the stars in the distance.

Most of the time the two would never talk, they would only sit in companionable silence as they the others company; though they would never admit it of course. Kairi knew Heimdall understood how she felt even though she didn't have to say anything. That was his job really since the Bi-Frost was yet to be rebuilt.

Tonight the stars and the galaxies seemed disturbed in the sky as Kairi sat and tended to the cut in the palm of her hand. She tore a strip of fabric from the end of her long shirt and wrapped it around her hand. It seemed to help and the throbbing started to slowly become more bearable.

Kairi sighed and looked back to the stars; trying to figure out exactly what had happened to make them act in this strange way.

Anyone else who happened to look up would have just said that they were the same as they were any other night, but Kairi knew better. All those nights she had spent alone with the stars; she knew when something was wrong.

The stars alignment had shifted and the light from the far off galaxies seemed brighter in some and dimmer in others. Not such a dramatic change but a change none the less.

"Why, stars?" Kairi asked aloud, "Why have you changed? Why now?" she wondered.

A shooting star made her forget her questions as she admired its beauty. She remembered how Loki had always been fond of this sight. He often told her how he could sit and watch the skies forever if he were ever able to. Maybe he was able to now.

She smiled at the thought. Now he could watch the skies forever.

Kairi turned back to glance at Asgard and for a split second she thought she saw a flash of green. A flash of dark green. Emerald even…

She laughed at her foolishness and turned back to the night sky.

Her smile was quickly stolen from her face as she witnessed another shooting star, but this one was different. It was a dark shade of green and it sparkled like emeralds.

Kairi quickly inspected the rest of the sky to see all the galaxies she could see had turned into that same colour of green.

Kairi rubbed her eyes with her hands, "Don't be stupid, Kairi, you're seeing things, you know what you can be like when you're out here" she said to herself.

When she had removed her hands from her face everything was back to normal. The galaxies had turned back to their original colours. The stars shone bright like diamonds in the sky. And there were no shooting stars.

"See" said Kairi as she pushed herself to stand; she winced at the pain creeping back into the wound in her hand, "You were imagining it"

She stood up straight and peered over the edge of the bridge one last time before she was to go back to the palace.

"Good night, Loki" she whispered.

"Kairi" said a voice from behind her.

Kairi jumped a little, not expecting anyone to have followed her here. Everyone knew not to disturb her when she was like this; at her weakest.

"It's alright," began Kairi, "I was heading back now anyway…"

Her words froze in her mouth as she turned to see who had approached her. Half expecting it to be Thor, but this was no Thor. It was his brother.

He stood there, in all his glory; looking like the god he once so proudly was. His recognisable jet black hair slicked back, his green eyes sparkling like the shooting star she had seen earlier, his thin lips parted as he looked at a loss of words himself.

Kairi rubbed at her eyes again, wishing for the hallucination to disappear, wishing for her mind to stop playing tricks on her weak hearts.

Even though she had not heard the moving of feet; she felt the presence of someone standing right in front of her.

Cold, long fingers, followed by the hands they belonged to, gently pulled her own hands away from her face; a single tear fell from both of her eyes as they did so.

The owner of said hands held her hands carefully in his grasp.

Kairi felt a light, almost ticklish sensation on the hand which had been cut by the glass bridge earlier.

He unwrapped the fabric of her shirt from her hand and brought the soft skin up to his lips. He kissed gently where the cut once was on her palm. There was no blood, nor any evidence of a scar. The skin was perfectly restored.

Kairi followed the lips until she met two green eyes staring back at her.

For a moment she had forgotten to breathe, and she took a deep breath when she remembered.

The edge of the lips curled upwards slightly as he smiled at her.

Kairi raised the other of her hands and gently stroked down the side of his cold face, taking care when her fingers glided over his prominent cheekbone.

He closed his eyes for a moment and it was then that Kairi knew this was no dream. Unless she had fallen to her death from the edge of the bridge there was no other explanation.

This was real.

And this was Loki.

I came up with this at half one in the morning, talk about a time to get inspiration to write, huh?

I haven't got anything else written to add to this yet, but if you like this please say so and review to tell me. Cause if you don't tell me I won't know!

'So many Loki feels'

Thanks for reading and like I said, please review! Thank you xxx