A/N: What? You thought that after all that pain that everything would be okay and there would be fluffies. Haha, you must not know me. Because there's six more chapters of suffering in a row.

Loki ran his hands through his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth. He had 24 hours to make amends and tie up any loose ends. There was no more turning back or running away. He was going to die. No one could stop it either.

Loki's hands dropped to his sides and his gaze fell to his PADD. Well at least with the thoughts running through his mind he now had somewhere to start. He sighed. He honestly had a lot he should do. But did he really want to do any of it? It was going to be hard, and emotional, which wasn't helpful in his current situation.

He sat down and pulled up a blank document file. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before he gave into what he needed to do and started typing. He started typing slow at first, not really sure how to put this, but slowly everything worked out and he figured something out.

I, Loki Laufeyson, of sound mind, do now write my last will and testament.

In the event of my death I appoint my friend, Commander S'chn T'gai Spock as the trustee and executor of my will. In the event that Commander Spock is unable to, I appoint my brother, Lieutenant Thor Odinson.

In the event of my death I wish for my remains, if there are any, to be burned and my ashes released into space. Please do not follow standard Starfleet protocol.

In the event of my death, I give all of my personal belongings to Captain Anthony Edward Stark, and only Captain Stark. In the event that Captain Stark is deceased or terminally ill with no chance of recovery, I wish for my belongings to be destroyed.

Satisfied with what he wrote he signed the document then saved it in a personal file that only those with the highest Starfleet clearance, himself, and those he gave clearance to could access. Signing the document had been a little hard and he wasn't entirely happy with his slightly shaky signature, but he didn't want to look at the document for any longer than he had to.

Loki leaned back in his chair and glanced around the room. It was slightly disorganized. He hadn't had a chance to clean up since Iconia. He best make everything neat and tidy as well as pack all his belongings. He wasn't going to be using this room again after all. Packing himself and having everything clean would just make things easier for everyone else.

Loki got up and started putting his belongings away in the boxes that they'd come in when he'd moved into these quarters. He didn't have much. Some clothes, a few other personal items. He'd never been one to get attached to objects. Once done he slide the boxes back under the bed where they would be out of his way.

With everything packed up and away, save it for his PADD which he left on the table Loki started cleaning, leaving the room spotless and just the way it had been in before he'd come along. He wanted no stain, spot, or even bacteria to prove that he had ever lived in these quarters.

Finished, the room looked bleak and barren now. It hadn't even looked this barren when Loki had first moved into the room. It was depressing. Which was all fine and well. He was going to die. He had no purpose anymore and may as well try to be useful by cleaning the room, even if now the empty room just made the sadness sink in.

He was going to die. The overwhelming sadness of that fact that was sinking in washed over him. He was a dead man walking. He had a set time for his death. There was nothing that could be done. This was his end. And he gave up.

He was a mistake, an abomination. He didn't belong in this universe. And now death had given him 24 hours to tie up any loose ends and make amends. But perhaps he should save death the waiting and end his life now. There really was no hope for him. Or at least not one that he would accept.

The desolate room was only marred by spots on the floor from where tears had fallen. However There was nearly nothing that could remove the feeling of grief or scent of pain that was left behind forevermore. A broken man set to die had once resided in this room. Nothing would ever be the same again.