(A/N: This is my first story with dialogue from canon scenes so I hope that it works. This was inspired by Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons. Italics are flashbacks. Hope you enjoy.)
Loki was lying on the cold stony ground starring up at the sky. He knew that he was badly wounded from his fall and that without treatment he would soon die, but he also knew that that was the best thing he could do: die.
Thor grasped the scepter desperately trying to keep it from slipping.
"I could have done it, Father!" Loki cried desperate for any glimpse of pride from Odin, "I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"
"No, Loki." With these words Loki understood that Odin, the man who raised him and told him he loved him, would never be proud of the monster he took in. Loki realized that there was one thing he could for Odin, so he let go and let himself fall into the Bifröst.
"Loki, no." Thor begged, but it was too late. Loki had given up.
"There, Odin!" Loki spat bitterly at the black sky above him. "I'll die and then you'll no longer have a rejected monster for a son!" Loki screamed hoarsely, he could feel death creep upon him, so close to relief. He closed his eyes and looked back on the life of lies he was forced to live.
He believed that if he could win the war with the frost giants before they had a chance to strike against Asgard his father would truly accept him, but he was wrong, he was never going to be as worthy as the man's true son. As he felt himself slipping he accepted it and welcomed it knowing that he would no longer be living in the world he had come to hate. He opened his eyes again and searched for Asgard, but there was nothing in the sky. "This is for you, Odin!" Loki closed his eyes for what he thought was the last time and he felt nothing.
(A/N: Hope you enjoyed this very short Loki angst fic please review. I am fine with criticism.)