Disclaimer: I don't own Loki, I only own the plot and OC's. :3
A/N: This is a story that was made due to roleplaying to once a friend of mine. It has two parts and this one was certainly I poured my feelings a lot. My character as Seph is there story made me cry. If it does to you guys let me know.
(This story was made months ago)
Warning: Angst.
I Tried (Loki)
The healing room was warm and bright but Loki's thought was elsewhere. He was sitting on one of the beds. He refuse to be healed. He growls angrily at the maiden who tried to heal his well bruised knuckles.
" But my prince, your brother had requested of this." insisted the maiden who tried to hold on her courage to try to wrap the white cloth on Loki's knuckles.
"Out with it you mewling quim!" he yelled his distaste at the maiden. With no qualms, she burst out the room nothing but only her faded sobs with her.
" Loki." A rather familiar voice started. He looked and saw the princess approaching him. He growled. He didn't want to be comforted. Except, if it was….
" I know Loki, everything of what you feel." She smiled sadly at him.
" The least I want is your sympathy, Seph. Leave me." He looked away fisting.
" I am not sympathizing you." She sobbed. He looked back. She was crying.
" Why do you cry? It was not you who lost her. It was I." he retorted, his voice sad and cracking.
In return, she stopped and wiped her tears. She hugged him before he can even react.
"The wound might be fresh right now. It pierces I know. But you shall be over with it soon." She pulled away. He wanted to protest but the feeling of remorse can't build the words he wanted to speak.
"You know I cannot." He huffed. He was burdened with agony. His defeat that was even more than having a throne. The dreams he wished shattered as so was the love that made him whole.
" What is more to live when I cannot be with her?" he started, his words builds more of the coursing pain inside him.
He heard her sigh and felt her palm against the back of his hand.
"Pain soothes." She summons bandages on his knuckles.
" Then I must do... to get over with this." He stood. Clutching his knuckles with the idea that was brought in his mind. He will end his misery.
" Loki, don't." The princess puts a hand over his shoulder as he breathed heavily.
"It burdens me." He said in a rather broken tone. His eyes swollen from deliberate crying and his knuckles are now covered with bandages .
" I know." She said sweetly but in a rather sad tone. " But she still lives. Find a way. Not this."
"I'll try." He said as he left the princess in the healing room.
The pain was soothing as he pushed the dagger hilt on his rather cold chest. The princess was right-the pain soothes.
Zabelle. He gasped looking over the dark sky.
My star, I hope you well. I will watch over you forever.
Tears starts rolling down his cheek as he felt the cold metal piercing him through.
She left him. And it was a defeat he couldn't take.
What more of living when I can't be with you? His chest heaved as blood pooled on his leather armor.
He staggered against the old willow tree of his mother's garden not breaking his stare on the star filled sky. If only he can turn back the time, he would do the things right. If only she knew how much she is dear to winced as he twists the handle of the dagger feeling much more of pain. He hissed. He wants more of this pain. As he sob against the hilt of the dagger on his chest. He was broken but even more than before.
He looked up again and saw a beautiful blue star. He smiled sadly remembering the pair of sapphire he once stared before.
Loki made a humming noise as his once glistening green eyes came duller than usual. His breath was shallow.
Someday. There didn't come another breath, Loki's eyes, now glassy orbs, stared into nothing.
To be continued...
A/N: Actually it's me who lost my friend, not by death though but because of mistakes I made, reading this again makes me remember it. This story was made when we were both are still friends...hence, one of our memories.
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