Ughhhhh this is the last (planned) chapter but I want to write moooore of thissss why does this happennnn. -E
"Thor!" Sif caught up to him quickly, taking his arm. "Thor, quickly, you must come!"
"Sif, I haven't the time! The battle wages on, and I must g—"
"It's your brother," Thor stopped and turned to her, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What of him?"
"He's…" she paused and glanced away. "He's been mortally injured." Sif finished carefully, looking back at him.
"Where?" Thor instantly demanded. "Where is Loki?"
"Brother!" Thor cried as he rushed to Loki's side. He was laying on a small hospital bed, his clothes dampened by blood and clinging to his stomach. Slowly, Loki turned his head to look at Thor.
"Sing me to sleep?" Loki said hoarsely. "I'm tired, and I want to go to bed."
"Loki-"
"Don't try to wake me in the morning, 'cause I will be gone…"
"Please, brother, you-"
"Don't feel bad for me, I want you to know: that deep in the cell of my heart, I really want to go. There is a better world," he said, nodding ever-so slightly, "A... A better world." He repeated, as if trying to reassure himself.
"There must be," Thor agreed, "For if this one has really treated you so poorly… There must be. For you deserve nothing less, brother." The corner of Loki's mouth twitched into a smile.
"Sing me to sleep, brother," he whispered. Slowly, the smile fell from his lips and his eyes closed. Thor's eyes widened and his hand went to Loki's shoulder.
"Brother?" he held his breath, watching him. "No! L.. Loki, no! Brother, open your eyes… Open them! Please!" he pleaded, but it was too late. Loki was gone. Thor wrapped his arms around his brother's shoulders and lifted him into his lap as he sat on the bed, clinging to him. "No…" he sobbed.
"Thor…" Sif put her hand gently on his shoulder, tugging very slightly. "Thor, we must leave... The battle still continues," Her voice was urgent but soft, but Thor refused to move.
"No," he choked out. "No, I promised."
"Thor," she tried again, but he cut her off.
"I promised," tears fell from his cheeks onto Loki's. He was shaking: suddenly exhausted. "And he won't be able to sleep if I don't. He'll be frightened." His voice was thick and forced. Sif slowly took back her hand, watching Thor mournfully.
"You should rest," Sif decided finally. "Rejoin the battle tomorrow…" she paused. "I'm sorry, Thor," and with that she left the brothers alone. More tears fell onto Loki's face as Thor held him tighter.
"I promised," he whispered, "I had promised I would keep you safe. I would protect you always. And I've failed to do so…" sniffling, he stifled another sob. "T…The least I can do… Is sing you to sleep…"
(I'm not crying you're crying ;_; -E)
