To finally, Truly, Fall
Thor's mighty hammer crashed into Loki, hitting him directly in the chest. The force of the blow dented his golden armor and threw him back several feet.
And he knew.
That blow, which was the fatal blow that would bring him to his knees, to finally make him kneel before someone else. Not the other way around. To finally free him from freedom.
Loki gasped, the world slowing, turning only an inch an hour. Taking seconds and stretching them to fill the space of millennia. His scepter was gone, thrown somewhere beyond his reach. His magnificent horned helmet had fallen when Hawkeye had shot the arrow at him, tossing him into the concrete fortress that was Stark Tower.
His chest ached as he drew shallow and labored breaths; broken ribs were puncturing the soft tissue of his lungs. He didn't have long.
Am I nothing more than one of your stolen relics?
His vision was dotted with black spots as he tried to remain conscious, because if he didn't he would never wake up again.
And that thought scared Loki.
True, on Asgard he was the God of Lies, Mischief. Chaos. But what being, mortal or god did not have fears? In honesty he dreaded the day he would die, after all he had done who would possibly grant him forgiveness?
Thor knelt beside him; Loki could see the tears that rolled down the God of Thunders face. Loki thought it funny that Thor cry when they were not related, not brothers.
Loki opened his mouth and a dry laugh escaped, he would get the last laugh. He always did. His emerald gaze turned to focus on Thor and he spoke.
"From the beginning I was destined to fail. I knew, yet I always tried to achieve the one thing I could never have. Father's love, his praise. But in the end I am nothing but a stolen relic living in a shadow of gold"
Thor tried to speak, they all did, all of the heroes who thought wrong of him. They did not get the chance though, for the emerald eyes slipped closed and the God of Mischief's drawing one last breath until is ceased to move. Laying still now forever, cold as ice.
Locked away until I am of purpose to you?
Well, he would not just be a relic now, a piece of shining light or a child's toy. No' Loki would be someone, a legend, told and talked about for decades to come. A constant reminded of Asgard's mistakes and the wrong choice the all father made. To only truly love one son.