Author's Note: There should only be one more after this, but I hope you enjoy this, so I hope by pointing out the time of the italicized events you will be less confused. Just to explain the italics the are bits and pieces leading up to and occuring during the events in the avengers. The parts labeled by Loki's age are leading to events of Thor. The next chapter will be about Darcy regaining her memories and the two finally getting together. I try but beware of grammar.
TORN
(Time: After the attack in Mexico, Darcy)
Meeting- Darcy had been more than a little weird-ed out when she had first meet this guy. Okay not at first, first, at the very moment she met him she had thought he was hott, but then he spoke, she did not know him but his voice filled with desperate excitement, "Dagna," And the way he looked at her she knew, somehow he knew her, or he thought he did. She was more surprised when Coulson had actually ordered him to visit him.
(Loki age 14)
Loki awoke as he always had, just like every other day. He dashed down the hall to awake his precious Dagna. She was not in bed. She had always been so difficult to wake up, often he would tug on her arms or hair in the mornings to wake her.( Lona had to wake up her once with a bucket fresh cold water and that was when he discovered his fondness for her in a wet state.) He wandered down the halls to see the maid doing her usually routine of laundry and she looked down at the clothes, "Lona," He called.
"Yes highness," she barely raised her head.
"Did you awake Dagna?" He peered at her. Then it hit him, he reached for his necklace. He could not feel her. "She's gone." He realized. He quickly trudged down the hall. It could not be real, the necklace must be broken. He closed his eyes and felt for his magic, it was humming at the steady pace it always had. It did not make sense. "Did you wake her?" He asked again with more panic.
Lona bit her lip, she could not tell him. The queen had forbidden her do so, but she could not stand to see that desperate pain clawing to get out of his green eyes. "No, maybe perhaps...she is training with Arni."
"She promised she would not." None the less he ran in search of Arni, hoping that she was, instead of what he knew to be true.
He found the proud warrior in the training pit, tossing another warrior aside. When he noted Loki's presence he ceased any further training. He gracefully, made his way over to the prince, and if he were not so feel with dread how might look upon the man spitefully out of jealousy. The man was everything his father wanted him to be.
"Arni," He stood tall and proud, Loki was taller than him though much skinner. "Have you seen Dagna?"
"No," He said, "I have only caught glances of her over the cycle and have not seen her on this day." Arni watched as the young one's face fell. "What has alarmed you?"
"She was not in bed, and..." he leaned in the whisper, he knew his magic made the soldiers nervous, "I can't sense her, anywhere."
Arni nodded, while he was about to gently console the boy with a calming gesture, he remembered this was Loki. Instead he used his words, "Don't worry, perhaps she has gone beyond the area of your ability, it is still in the early stages, is it not?"
"Yes, but that would mean, she has gone beyond the grounds." Loki eyes widened at the idea she could be lost or that she may have been kidnapped. He knew Dagna was resourceful, but still she has barely beyond anything that lies on the other side of Father's kingdom.
"Do not fret, I will help you search for her." The blond nodded and looked over to the other warriors. "After training we will search until the sunsets."
For once Loki despite himself held back the bitterness and looked with sincerity, "Thank you."
They do as Arni said and more. He looked for her for weeks, going to nearby villages and speaking with old friends and comrades, nobody had seen her anywhere. Loki would search the halls everyday, and anywhere he was allowed to go. As the days turned into weeks and weeks a month, the growing dread was overwhelming.
So Loki fallen to his last hope, knowing that it will be unfruitful after Arni returns again with no news and confessed many have given up; he ran down the long golden hall to his father's throne.
"Father, father,"
"Loki," His father's voice was firm, "I am attending certain matters," He looked over to delegates from one of the elfin realm.
He bowed, "I apologize father, I just have come to inquiry if I have some assistance in a matter?"
"I know what you have come for. And I have allowed you enough indulgence by allowing to use our warriors for this search. I will not have you waste anymore of my resources. I understand the importance to you, but she was your responsibility."
"Yes father," He agreed. She was and so much more. He would never give up finding her.
He searched for months after that, but still found no sign of her. When Frigga's heart finally broke at the sight of her exhausted child, who had just come home with training with signs that not only had he lost, he might be very well near at his death. After he came back from the healer, she tried to reach out for his hand, but he snatched it away, "Mother?" He questioned.
The healers can make his bones better but they can not hide the broken look in his face. The ache strengthened her resolve, despite the possible consequences, "Come with me." She guided him down the halls and he followed even though he had put a permanent distant he still wanted to please his parents, more so his father but he held a special love for his mother.
He took in the sight of the golden circle and the guardian of the bridge. "Mother?" he questioned. He knew that father would not of approve this, even though he was selfishly desperate to find his Dagna. There was a tiny room for concern for his mother.
She sadly smiled, "Don't fret, my child." She wanted to touch him, but nobody can, and maybe never again will. It was something that could destroy a mother.
"Heimdallr" She gazed up at the warrior bathed in gold, who sees beyond the bridge. "Can you tell me where Dagna is?"
"Are you sure that is wise request to answer, my queen?" He asked as he looked over at Loki. He feared what Odin would do, though he himself was never forbidden to show him. There of course was the boy as well, his power grows everyday. What would he do if he had known what his mother had done?
"I, as your queen ask you to do so." He simply nodded as he looked over beyond the bridge and searched for her.
"She is home, but she is not yet your Dagna." He replied.
"I don't understand!" Loki yelled, "If she is not Dagna then..."
"Calm yourself Loki, what do you mean Heimdallr?"
"She is not of the age of Dagna."
Frigga understood, "So the Dagna we know has not yet come to be. The one you can see is her younger version."
"She was from the future as she said." Loki realized as he looked at toward the lights of the bridge.
"Yes,"
"Then I…I will see her again." He promised himself and Frigga looked at him worriedly, she had great concern of what may result of all this; though she felt as if she had no choice.
"I do not know of this," Heimdallr admitted, "But anything is possible, you could meet her as she is now, but she will not know of you until our time-line matches hers again."
"Well, I will be there," Loki said, "I will be there when she remembers me."
"Loki," His mother's voice was soft.
"She is my betrothed," He said insisting as he gripped at the necklace and Frigga did not what words to use to comfort him.
(Time: Before Avengers, Darcy)
Everyday-Darcy goes through her everyday routine, roll out of bed, do make up (if it was a Monday she pops aspirin), go to work helping Jane with stuff she can not understand and then she does what she was told. She went to see Loki everyday, but it does not take long before she genuinely started to like the guy. She was not that surprised, really only she would start crushing on a super-villain, really it was just like her. She knew that Coulson and probably all of S.H.E.I.L.D was aware of her growing feelings. She could not bring herself to care until...they made her disappear.
It changed her completely normal routine, her entire life but Darcy was used to things changing, she was not sure what it would do to Loki.
(Loki age 15)
After the meeting with his father Loki told Arni that he no longer needed to search for Dagna, he does not tell him why but somehow they both know what he said was true; because the solider goes back to his normal routine of training others. A year later when Loki turned 15 everything in his whole world began changing, spiraling him to his cruel destiny.
As the days passed he realized he cannot remember if the last dress she wore was golden or brown. He performed a simple memory spell, he will not forget any other detail. It will be difficult to find her, if he forgotten what she looked like. He performed this spell weekly, he will not forget one more little thing about her.
After he finished his weekly spell he would unconsciously grab his necklace as he head back to his private quarters. Thor had moved out long ago into his own wing of the Palace. At first Loki had originally thought about fighting the issue, fearing the loneliness, until he realized without Dagna he was alone anyway. He then saw the benefits of not having his brother looming over him and as the years come and go, he kept secrets easily.
He waved his hand over the book, revealing a secret compartment. He pulled out the box, then he opened it up. For a long time he ran his fingers over the stone. He recalled the way her dark waves flow, how big and wide, yet delicate her smile was. The stories ran in his head, the song she always sang. He would let everything about her drift over him.
Sometimes he sneaks to the bi-frost and asked Heimdallr about her. Most of the time the guard of the bridge refused, but sometimes when he saw that Loki was very tired and found very little hope in the day, he would tell him about her.
"She has a creature that she can carry her hands that has long white fur. It is called a kitten, but she named this one sugar. She is delighted with her new pet." Heimdallr observed looking at little Darcy who's mom had just brought her a kitten, "Her hair is a ponytail and she still has a youthful face, but she looks more like Dagna, day by day."
Loki sat cross-legged listening to every detail. Today had been rather trying, he had cast a rather powerful changing spell turning a mule into a beetle. Everyone was frightened by him, they once were wary but now because he has dived deeper into his magic, obsessed with finding away to get to his Dagna without Hemindallr noticing or some other way besides the bi-frost. They could tell he was strong but not in way an Asgard should be strong, no they thought him dangerous. He was used to that, but today it added to his tiring day.
He had done horrible in training and fought with Raindal, and Arni tried to rescue him, but it was too late, Loki had cast a spell turning the man's nose into a flopping fish. Many thought it was funny, but many were disturbed and his father was angry, he had him whipped for his lack of discipline. After his punishment, which he was used to, as usual those eyes of Thor's were the ones that upset him the most. The way his brother looked at him like he was not enough, the way his father made his disapproval clear, it always tipped the scale and then his mother looked at him with pity. He once thought she understood him, but she did not, she loved him, but Dagna been the only one to truly understand him and she was no longer here.
"Her favorite color seems to be purple, she wears a lot of it. She is talking to her mother, and her face has become sad, her father has abandoned her."
Loki was listening intently, "My poor Dagna," He said. "I wish I could console."
"Perhaps one day you will, but not today, I cannot tell you anymore, you have wasted my time enough."
"Thank you, Heimdallr," He said politely as he stood up, not disagreeing with him. Heimdallr did not know whether it was dangerous to indulge in Loki, but he felt on days like this if the prince had nothing to hold onto he would become more dangerous.
Feeling revived now that he has heard about his Dagna, Loki goes back to studying. He has studied for hours, as usual when a book falls into his desk. Curiosity was his greatest enemy and ally, so he opened it up. What he found was an old poem about love and soul-mates:
Torn in half,
And thrown apart,
In different directions,
They went.
They kept us apart,
Oh how I long to be whole,
With the other half,
It was something similar to what his mother once shared. The rage revealed through the fire that engulf the book, because he finally understood his obsession…he was in love…Dagna was his soul-mate. And it made him angry, because she was so far away and there no way for him to get her. It was worse than any of the times his father whipped him or had his mouth sew shut for his insolence. No…this pain…he could not bare it….and would not… determination came…He will find her!
He opened another book and began to study once more. If his obsession with magic was dangerous before…well it was downright treacherous now. Now he would spend every waking minute, learning everything he can and when he can not go without sleep and there are plenty of spells for that, so he has to be near death, he studied, he practiced, and he searched.
(Time: Before Avengers, Darcy)
Memories- can be a precious or cruel thing. There were plenty things that Darcy used a bottle of Whiskey to forget, but Loki had never once been one of them. She wished she could have forced herself to remembered and she does not what to think about the rules of time travel, because it will break her brain. At this time her heart was already breaking, because Loki was gone. She let the grief take over her and for one moment she does considered the bottle of Whiskey hidden in her work draw and fuck Fury and his rules. He could throw her in a hole again, if he wanted, this was he damn fault anyway. She just throws her head into her hands and cries. Jane tried to console her, though she does not understand everything, because Loki has always been the Villain to her, but to Darcy, in her memory, he was always just Loki, her greatest friend, a sexy stranger in a cage, and now she was not sure...but he was never just a villain.
(Loki Age 16)
It was always easy to sneak away from father, Thor wondered often enough to flirt with women. Loki had disappeared for years to study forbidden magic. So wonder it had been simple to travel to the exile grounds. He trudged his way to the forest, patting his horse see, it may very well be the last remnants of gentleness that the other villagers noticed. He tied it nearby then made his way to an elaborate silver metal house humming with dark magic.
Loki once told Dagna that Sorceresses were beautiful. The woman who stood before him now, was no exception. Freyja was much like a Leopard, gorgeous, powerful and deadly. She wore a long purple gown that revealed the small but noticeable curves of her legs tightly wrapped around the curve of her waist and complimenting the well blessed chest. Her face was sharp with long narrow red lips, thin long nose, and violet eyes. Her skin was also pale, everything about her revealed that she was an outcast like he was, born to damnation by her peers. Though, the way she stood and walked toward him revealed she did not wallow in pity and not only did she rise up against those who dare try to stop her, she would destroy them, if it was not for the spell that bound her here.
Her house also reflected her elegance. Nothing could compare to his father's palace, but not many could compare to this. There as an elegant silver floor covered in protection spells, beautiful pieces of art and jewelry hung on the walls. There was a large leather chair with a large leather bond spell book. She made her way closer to him.
She brought down a long finger and laid it on Loki's heart, "I knew you would come. I can read your heart, your desires and what you want from me..." His green eyes widened at her knowledge, "I will give it to you." She removed her hand and sashay toward an intricate metal table with just as unique metals, jars, and pouches. "I must warn you to learn what you desire, it will take time, years I presume, though..." She grinned at him, "I have great faith you will learn faster than most." She held out her, "Come."
He knew by taking her hand he was going into a pact with a powerful dark sorceress. So he stopped for a moment, "What is your price?"
"You are not a foolish child, this I know, but you are desperate. Would you do anything to get her back? You know what I want? Don't you?" She watched his expression of confusion as she dropped her hand moving her body closer, "Think my clever one, why would I help the Prince of Asgard, what do I have to gain."
"A favor?"
"Do you believe I think so small?" Her grin widened. In her own twisted way, she found the child, delightfully adorable.
"No, my father exiled you here. You wish to be free. You wish for me to break the bonds that bind you here, you want to teach the spells to do so."
"Yes," She replied. "I do."
"I will agreed to such, on certain terms."
"And do you think you have the upper hand to do so. I'm the one that can teach you how to get to her."
"Nobody else will free you."
She was quiet pleased, she didn't want to pass her powers to an idiot. "Name your terms."
"You will not bring down the destruction of Asgard. You can only use your powers to defend yourself."
"As always," She agreed. There were others she could lure to do her deeds as always, besides so much destruction can be done in the name of defense without bringing down Asgard. She never wanted to bring it down, it was home after all. No matter the pain it brought upon her. She held her hand out once more and he took it.
(Time: Leading to Avengers, Loki)
Falling- He fells like he was doing this for a long time. Loki does not know whether to be relieved or not when he awakes in unknown world. The planet was cruel and somehow drained hiss power. He never felt so helpless, but it did not bind his intellect and eventually he finds a way off. He traveled from planet to planet, but he still felt like he is falling without direction, until he finds another purpose in the Tesseract.
-Loki 18-
When he arrived at the dinner table, he saw Sif had been invited along with Sigyn. His father tested his resolve every time he had her family for dinner. Loki did not understand why his father insisted on bringing her around, more so he does not understand why Sigyn keeps trying to win his affections. He has made his disinterest completely clear. The weight of his father expectations of marrying this girl, are starting to tear him down. The days that he cares about his father's opinion are becoming fewer and fewer, and Thor's are nearing them as well.
"I would be delighted if you heard me play sometime Loki." She referred to her harp, "I have mastered some of the most difficult yet beautiful pieces. Do you like music?"
Loki let his mind slip for a second. He recalled Dagna's voice, it was beautiful, different than anyone, more emotional and not even his father's best singers and artists could compete with it. "Yes, I suppose I do, but I'm more fond of vocals than the harp." It was said rather sharply, it was apparent by his father slight glowering, his mother's worry, his brother's not so secret chuckle, Sigyn's family's expression and of course the redhead herself whose face had fallen from delightfully shy to broken.
He felt slight guilt at her expression. She was kind-heart-ed. Dagna would be disappointed in his treatment of her. He could hear her voice, "People are cruel Loki, believe me I want to kick a person or two in places I'm not supposed to tell you about, and I won't tolerate you being like that. You're better than that." A lot of people were unaware how insightful she could be, about other people or how understanding. She worried about Lona often, "Sigyn," he began trying to think of a way to get her hopes up but still keep her from looking so sad, but the realization hits him as he stared at his father who has that look of expectation, he can not help but fight against it and even though she awaited for him with hope or maybe because she does, "Someone special to me sang quiet delightfully, your harp could never compare to the rarity." He held himself casually, as if he did not care, yet he did, but also he could not deny the satisfaction that came from their outrage. He just grinned as the General slammed the table.
"How dare you compare my daughter to that mere mortal!" he snarled.
"There was nothing mere about her." Loki replied with the fact.
"My daughter is worth a hundred of those."
"Yes," Loki agreed, and Sigyn's eyes widened with surprise, "but that one is worth a hundred of us."
"How dare you! That woman wouldn't be worth being a wench compared to my daughter!" There were things you should never say to someone. Years later would reveal, that you never call Thor a girl, or tell him to run to his daddy, with Loki it was if you wanted to live you did say anything disrespectful about his Dagna.
"You might want to apologize for those words." His words were like black ice, you might not see it, but the damage would be something you never could return from.
"Loki, you will show your elder's their do respect." Odin stood open, looking overbearing.
"Loki," The name was a plea he knew, but he was far from being save at this point. He stared right at the General and words of old came from his mouth with grace. Suddenly the General was yelling in rage, blackness has surrounded them both as Odin order the guards to restrain him with any means.
Father throws into the dungeons and sews his mouth shut. It was nothing, but when father found the necklace around his neck, even his mother was begging him to leave it be. His father set it on fire, right in front of him.
When he was released from prison he restored the General's eyesight with his apologies, as fake they both know they are. He remained silent in his antics, and that was when they should be most afraid of him because the green in his eyes were like an entire forest set ablaze. The first moment he gets to disappear he ran straight to the sorceress.
-18-
Loki blew the door open with a wave of his hand. Freyja just rolled her eyes as she stood up from her comfortable sit. Her black cat had scatted to the nearest hiding place, "You need to be patient child." She quit touching Loki a year ago when he made his point by sitting her favorite dress on fire.
"I am done waiting, witch!"
"Don't use that word. You know how offense I find it, considering what the mortals think they are." She stated with her usual nonchalance.
"We have practiced the same spells for the last two years. I want to learn the teleportation spell now!"
"Do you think it is wise? When she won't even remember you?" She had asked him this a hundred times, but has gotten the same desperate reply.
"She will, I will make her see."
She crossed her arms, "You can't make her see what has not yet occur."
"You sound like Heimdallr." he snarled.
"Don't compare to that old fool, that's even more insulting. Do you think I want to keep dragging you on? I wish to be free as well, but teleportation is a powerful spell that takes a lot of power, even if I was able to use it, I wouldn't even have enough power myself." Loki was calming down. "Relax child."
"I'm not longer a child," The way he said it was not in a way of a rebelling teen but one who had suffered a great loss.
"No you are not, it is a depressing thing when this becomes a burden." She replied. "If you are bored I will teach you something to amuse you. How would you like to be in more than one place then once?" He smiled.
"Though it will be nothing but a illusion, though powerful movable illusions." She replied, "They will still be able to do limited things. It is quiet fun I assure you." Loki grinned.
"Show me."
It takes a mere weeks, enough to impress Frejya. She grinned when he cast his full successful illusion and it is able to run. It is only a few days from that when he learned to repeat the illusion, so there were several versions of him. He can see her violet eyes glow with delight. He knew whatever plan she had for him, he was playing right into it. It was confirm when she said, "We are so close."
(Time: beginning of Avengers, Loki)
Freedom—Loki truly believed freedom was an illusion for a reason. Perhaps it was from his years of child hood always feeling bond to a destiny that was not his choosing. A kingdom that he could never belonged to. So really he was doing Earth a favor.
Loki Age 20:
Loki finally learned the transportation spell. It was limited, at first he could only stay a day or two on Earth. He used it none the less, searching constantly for Dagna, and as he became more powerful the days become more and more. As this happens the day of releasing Freyja nears.
"Have you found her yet?" Frejya asked as she prepared the necessary ingredigents to free her.
"No." He replied, "Not yet."
"You will."
"And how do you know that?"
She smiled, "I have always know this, I have the sight."
"You never told me that," He was genuinely surprised, Sorceresses were not common, but Seer's less so.
"It was not necessary." She petted her cat. "But I do know you will find her as surly as I know one day you will kill me."
"Now I know you are trying to trick me."
"Trick you? Why would I do that? I have always know my fate and yours." She gently brought her hand out to him, she never touched him. She knew how he felt about that, but sometimes he would touch her.
"And yet you help me?"
"Yes, I do, because you will help get more than I want than anything than I know. I never been afraid of death Loki. There is something I do fear however."
"And what is that?"
"You will know one day." She replied. He touches her hand for the last time.
He freed Frejya as promised. She kept her promise that does not limit her much. She was a destructive force, forever more, but he lets her go, knowing as she leaves a trial of blood one day he will face her but if that was true...then he would find his Dagna...
(Time: Avengers, Darcy)
Searching-When Coulson first told her she could no longer see Loki she put up a fight and never stopped until that got word that Loki had disappeared. She mourned him, knowing he may never return and she became more helpful with Jane keeping her coffee further away and looking up anything she asked, while dutifully doing her job at S.H.E.I.L.D. She would find him. So when news got back to her and Jane who both had mysteriously been swept off to another job that Loki was back, and (it was not too hard considering he was literally on the NEWS.) Not even Coulson was going to stop her from finding him this time, and getting back to him.
Loki 21
Loki thought he found his place when he started traveling with his brother and the warrior's three, but despite how many times he helped them they never saw him as one of them. Perhaps he had too much time on his hands because he was often complemented this. He watched as Thor and the warriors three slipped into their tents, thinking about what to do tomorrow. He just sighed. He knew everything would fall apart and he would have to clean up their mess. Thor wanted to blindly attacked the bandits at their own camp to retrieve their father's prize sword. Of course it ended the way that Loki predicted it would, a complete disastrous so now they are stuck following through with his plan. And he had some fun with it, as always.
He had no qualms about dressing like a woman. He thought he look rather fetching not as wonderful as Thor who now long flowing blond locks were framing his delicate face. He knew Dagna would have found amusement, and it was a bittersweet feeling. One that had been more raw with age, he decided to steer his horse forward. He focused on the task on hand and delighted at how horrible the other two male warriors look as women, even Sif was smiling for once.
"I don't see why we have to look like this," The now large brown-haired woman bellowed.
"No one could have predict they be mischievous as your brother," The awkward blond woman replied.
"Just as nobody could have know what a lovely maiden Thor would have been." Sif teased, "Do you wish now you had a sister?" She gazed over at Loki.
It was the only time that Sif had ever really said anything to him. She held a grudge a long time, because when Loki was 15, still mourning Dagna, Sif had made an underhanded remark about her hair been strange. She had not meant it to come out cruel but in revenge he changed her hair permanently black by dye it was some rare herbs that no matter he could never turn it back. They both were dearly upset by it, because she did not look like an Asgardian anymore and she reminded him just brief second of Dagna because both their hair had been dark.
These days he had mixed feelings about whether he should allow himself to continue to remember her.
"I don't know, I think I make a lovliver maiden."
"Do you have no shame brother." Thor shook his head.
"No."
It was not much longer before the bandits had attacked them. Loki was able to figure out what spells they were using to prevent them from grabbing the sword. Then he broke the spells and slipped out with the weapon, while his brother and others subdue the name magic-less men.
That night Thor had let him drink with and his friends. They had accepted him for only a night, and he thought he out grow the need for such indulgence but silently he would admit to it. Perhaps, it was truly time to let go of his Dagna.
The morning came and Thor and the others were quiet displeased to find themselves still in female form.
"It will wear off before father sees us, I have to suffer as well." Loki replied. They still grumbled all the way home but seemed to accept it.
When they returned to father, Loki should not have been surprised to find that Thor had gotten all the credit for his work, but he was surprised his brother would have told father of his aid. His father merely nodded in acknowledge of Loki's help.
He felt accepted and had quit using the memory spell, but then father became aware of his help and were exactly he had learn such powers. His acceptance had been torn away from him in an instance.
(Time: Avengers)
Death- It was such a foreign concept for him. He never thought he fear, but he did once when he feel into the black abyss when he let go of his brother's hand. But it had been a mere second in his life, there were things he was more afraid of. Death was more of a friend then an enemy to him these days,anyway. He snatched the eye right of the rich man without no regrets or remorse.
Her black hair spread across the ground, her lips were loosing their luscious red in favor a blue. "Loki, does this bring you sadness or hope?" She gazed up.
The Prince for once in long time felt something other then the numbness and desperation. There was something on his mind besides his search for Dagna. There was something else he felt sorrow for, "Frejya," The name came from his lips in a bittersweet tone. His blood stained hands held her head. "I do not know."
"Don't despair over me, I'm not what you need." She smiled. "I've know of this day, I knew this was the only way how to get what I want."
"I believed you wanted your freedom." The blood was spreading against her violet gown, her cat was at her side trying to lick her pain away. She petted it lightly.
"And that is what I have, more than you will ever know."
"You will be bond by death."
"No, I was bond by my life. You of all people should know that."
"I do not wish for death."
"Freedom comes in many forms. I can't hold my life force any longer, thank you for staying these last moments."
"I gave them to you." He whispered.
"It is what I wanted." It is just as few seconds that she finally uses the last of her power, and fades away. Loki cuts her locket as proof she was dead before he puts her body into the ground with a simple spell. He lightly pets the cat for the last time. He then walked away and heads back to father, the deed done. He walked passed all the fallen warriors. Maybe now they will see how powerful he was. Freyja took out 20 of the strongest warriors, beside Thor and his group, and Loki took her out within a few minutes. She taught him everything she knew, after all and he knew how to take knowledge and expand upon it.
