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He held her tightly as tremors wracked her small, frail body; sweat dripping off of her delicate, porcelain forehead. She didn't have much longer, he knew that much, he felt the life leaving her with every strained breath she took. Blood trickled down from her narrow nose, over her full, champagne pink lips, staining her otherwise perfect face with unforgiving red.
With a wheeze, she drew her last shuddering breath, leaving this world to enter the next. He smoothed her flaxen hair out of her face and held her lifeless corpse to his chest, singing softly, sorrow filled tears dripping down his chiseled face and falling into his shoulder length ebony hair.
"If only I had been here..I could have saved her," he sobbed, gasping a breath and nearly screaming out his pain.
A tall, muscled man who had been watching the horrible scene play out in front of him stepped forward, clapping his hand onto the slight man's shoulder.
"Brother, do not do this to yourself. There is nothing you could have done, no way you could have known that this was going to happen," the fair haired, well-built man assured, squeezing the pale skinned, willowy man's shoulder.
"And that excuses my duty, as her husband, to protect her Thor?" he spat back, green eyes burning with malice that was not his own.
"Loki, surely you know better than to blame yourself for events you knew nothing about," the thunderer replied, baffled by his otherwise intelligent brother's idiocy.
"I did know Thor, it was my fault..I let the nymphs in..it was just a bit of fun," with no mischief in his voice, the trickster replied in a decibel barely above a whisper.
Thor was speechless for the first time in many years, and he allowed himself a moment to take in the situation before sighing.
"My young brother, perhaps this misfortune will be a lesson to you in years to come, but for now we must leave. The guards will collect her corpse and I am sure father will see to it that she has a funeral worthy of a fallen princess," the blonde said, not quietly, but his interpretation of quietness at least.
With one last, prolonged squeeze the god of mischief set the body of his tragically lost wife on the ground and made his way to his chambers, in tow of Thor.
"Goodnight, brother," the blonde said, hugging his younger counter part tightly.
"Goodnight, Thor, but one last thing, please do not tell father that this was my fault..I do not think that I could bare this guilt as well as his disappointment," Loki begged, his green eyes pleading with the elder god.
"I shall not tell him, brother, but I will not lie for you either. Rest assured, however, that unless it is unavoidable I will take this secret to the grave," Thor said with a small smile.
"Thank you…Th-brother.."
And with that the two princes departed and waited for what the morning would hold.