Chapter 8: It has been almost two months ever since I started seeing Loki. One day, I was visiting him, but this time, Thor had to run some errands, so he and I were alone. We were on the topic about our relationship. "I really love you." I said. "Have you ever considered not seeing me for a day?" He questioned. "No, never, but I bet I can." I said. "I bet you can't." He teased. "Okay, how about we make this interesting? I bet you that I can go a day without seeing you. Tomorrow, at around the same time, I will visit you, and tell you that I did it!" I challenged. "You're on!" He smiled, and we shook on it. The next day, June 1st, rolled on by, and I was getting ready to see Loki, to confirm that I won the bet. Thor arrived earlier than the time I requested. "Liv, let's go, we have to hurry." His tone was stern. "Why? What's going on?" I asked. "I'll tell you on the way, but we need to leave." He said, holding out his hand. I grabbed it, and we were in the sky before I knew it. "Tell me Thor. What is it?" I questioned. "Loki didn't want to tell you, but I chose to." "Tell me what?" "Loki is being executed in just a few minutes." My heart dropped. "Persecuted?! Why?" I was sobbing bullets of tears. "Loki went to court for his second trial yesterday, and the jury decided to kill him, after his actions of attempting to enslave the human race and destroy the Frost Giants." The trial must've been before I saw him, which was the reason why he made that bet with me. It all made sense now, and it overwhelmed me with terror and shock. We landed in a small field in Asgard where Loki was being hung, and the first thing I saw was him, standing on a chair and with a rope around his neck. Where have I seen this before? It was in that filthy dream. This was Loki's fate that I had a vision about! I just lost it from there, because I was truly insane. "Loki!" I cried, running to him, He saw me, and his eyes started to fill up with tears. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I didn't want you to know!" He was bawling. "I wish we never did any of that." "Me neither!" We cried for a very long time, until the man, who was going to kick Loki's chair, approached us. "It's time to die Loki." He said, sneering. "Sir, please give me one more minute with him." I requested through my tears, and he aimlessly wandered off. "Loki, was this the reason why you didn't want me to see you for one day?" I asked. His face was grim, and he hung his head down with sorrow. "I didn't want you to see me like this. I just want to say that I love you and always will in the afterlife." He sobbed. "Loki, just give me one last departing kiss." We kissed a kiss that was different from all the others, especially the first one. This one was filled with grief and melancholy. "Loki, there is something I need to tell you." I said. "What? What is it?" He asked in distress. "I am-" I was about to finish, until the man came back. "One minute is up, time to say goodbye." He grabbed me, and lifted me 20 feet away from Loki. "No! Wait! I need to tell him something!" I whined, fighting the strong man. He threw me on the ground, as if he didn't care about women, while he strode over to kick the chair. "Liv!" Loki and Thor screamed at the same time, while Thor rushed to my side. He lifted my body back up on its feet, and caressed me in his arms. He was powerless, and couldn't do anything to stop the persecution. I turned around to see the man right next to Loki, and gasped, for I wasn't ready to see my love die, so I started to shed a waterfall of tears. "I love you Loki!" I wailed with all my might for him to hear the echo. "I love you Liv!" Loki clamored with fear; I saw tears travel down his face, and heard his sniveling. It was a chilly and silent day in the field of Asgard. The sound of a foot banging on a chair rung in my ears, and a scream so powerful and piercing could've been heard throughout the nine realms. They were sounds I would remember for my whole life, but the visual that I caught a glimpse of was more excruciating and horrendous than what I listened to. I saw Loki's eyes slowly close as he yowled stridently, and his lifeless corpse was hanging in midair. "No!" I shouted, and wept for 10 minutes straight in Thor's arms. He was shedding a few tears as well. Right as Loki's spirit left him, clouds rolled in, and prickling rain dripped on my cold skin and soul. I stopped hugging Thor, and walked a few feet to Loki. I didn't want to hug his corpse, because I wouldn't feel the gentle uplifting feeling that flowed through my body whenever I embraced him. I let my body tumble to the ground, and fixed my eyes on the dreary and murky grey sky. "WHY?!" I howled, like a wolf, at G-d. My head was pounding, my eyes were dry like a desert, and my face was flushed out, so I started to faint. "No!" Thor roared. "Liv, stay with me!" Those words loitered in my dream, and have now lingered into reality. Eventually, I passed out, for Loki wasn't coming back, and he would never know my secret.
*cry cry, sob sob* This was truly one of my favorite chapters to type because of the surprising twist in the story. What's Liv going to do now that Loki is gone? She's all alone, with nobody to help her out because everybody has turned their backs on her. And now that dream has appeared in reality, what is Liv's future like now? And what was that major secret that she had to tell Loki? Read on in Chapter 9 to find out! :]