"I can't do that." Death said.
"Well, why not?" Loki said irritably. Loki had extended his hand, reaching for Deaths own. She stared at it.
"Not yet, Loki Odinsson." she said gently.
"Don't call me that." snapped Loki. "I'm not his son. I never was." Loki paused, Death stared at him with a kind understanding, despite his anger. She wore all black, which contrasted against her pale skin, which was as white as freshly fallen snow.
"I have come to you in great need." Loki continued. "You are the Lady Death, you can choose who to kill. I beseech you, please give me death." He felt very desperate begging a member of the Endless for this. But, he had already tried and failed to end his own life.
"You know it is not easy to kill a God." Lady Death began. "However, it has become easier. You are almost immortal, but without faith from mortals, your life can be snuffed out." She had begun to walk down the twisting garden path. It was dark and gray out and a light rain fell. Loki followed her. "Well, then. Snuff me out. End it all. You certainly have the power to do so."
Death only shook her head. Loki felt deep anger and resentment boil up inside him. If Thor, his glorious, shining brother no more had asked for anything (or really demanded it), he would have gotten it. Why can't you be more like Thor? You're so sneaky Loki. You're a liar. A monster. Loki's talents had never been in any physical arts, and in a place like Asgard which glorified war and killing and strength, Loki always felt like he was little more than a shadow, constantly hidden by his perfect brother.
Of course, it had made so much sense when he was told he was adopted by the Allfather, when he was told he was really a Frost Giant, a monster. There would never have been any way that he would have gotten the throne. But, he had believed he had the chance, that he was still a Prince and rightful heir. Unlike Thor who was arrogant and blood thirsty. Loki had thought that he, who had read and kept quiet, instead of loud and brash like Thor, could have been a good leader if presented with the chance.
He thought he had made all the right decisions, destroy Yodenheim and wipe out that nasty race of monsters, just like you wanted Father. He had failed. Failed everything and perfect Thor saved the day from the villain. From him. Loki, the Liesmith. Loki, who had failed his suicide attempt and who was trying again.
Lady Death was speaking again.
"Your life had a purpose. You can't die yet."
Loki sneered.
"What purpose, then?" His blue eyes flashed. "To bring death and destruction upon worlds? To always be less than Thor? I want no part in this life anymore."
Death smiled sadly. "You don't have a choice."