"NO!"

I scream Loki's name repeatedly, apparently thinking that it will somehow save him. Now I'm the one running. The patter of my feet against the earth sounds like my heartbeat. Though this time both are sporadic and without rhythm. My head fogs up, dizziness swirling around my body. I need to slow down.

No! I can't. What I need to do is get to Loki.

I stumble on my dress, the rip of the material like an angry hiss. I fall and roll on the ground crying out softly at the sting of the fall against my tender skin. Trickles of blood form in my cut palms. I look up, see Loki being pushed to the ground, then force myself back up to run again.

As I near him, the monster explodes in a vortex of red energy. And then there's nothing left. Just an unnerving silence. I arrive at Loki's side right next to Thor, who cradles his younger brother. I collapse beside my creator, tears welling in my eyes.

"Loki. Loki, I'm here."

His fearful eyes find mine, breath coming and going in short gasps. Auzreha.

"Ah, you fool," Thor moans. "You didn't listen."

Loki stares at Thor. "I'm a fool? I'm a fool."

"No," I argue weakly. "You're not a fool. Not at all."

I've failed. I always fail.

I brush his damp, dark hair out of his eyes, ignoring Thor's desperate moans as he watches his brother shake in pain. I bite my lip, looking at Loki. "You did a brave thing."

"Stay with me," Thor demands through clenched teeth.

"You're alright," I tell Loki. "Everything's going to be fine. What about our plan? We still gotta follow through with it… right? You'll be fine." Though my trembling voice deceives my words.

His skin starts to pale, reverting back to the soft blue of a Frost Giant. His eyes wander back and forth between me and Thor desperately, his voice mere whispers.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…"

My throat tightens, my stomach turns over nervously. A lone tear slides down my cheek. I wipe it away hastily with bloody fingers and place a hand on his face. "You're fine, Loki."

Thor starts to tremble in his agony. "I'll tell father what you did here today."

Those fierce blue eyes lock onto mine. "I didn't do it for him."

In his eyes reflect an image of Frigga, smiling at her son with a face so tender and caring that another tear slips out onto my cheek. I know his love for her had never, ever stopped, despite what he had said. Then Loki's head falls back, his eyes closing so softly and skin settling to an ashen gray colour. Silence hovers over us like a thick blanket.

"Loki?" I ask weakly. There's no reply. Fear crawls into my bones and I start to shake. "No. No, no no no no. Loki. Say something. Say something!"

He does not say anything.

I slam my hands down on his chest frantically. "SAY SOMETHING!"

But I'm to no prevail. Tears start to pour down my face like a waterfall. Thor's cry is so faint, so far away. The blood pounds in my ears and all I can hear are my ragged cries ringing in the air. I place a hand against his wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. My fingers come away soaked in crimson. Quickly I hold them against the wound again do all I can to stop the blood.

"I'm not giving up on you," I tell him through my tears. "I'm not."

His skin turns cold against my fingers. I swallow a thick lump in my throat, supressing another sob. "Loki, please. Say something. Please. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

I lay my head against Loki's chest, hoping for a heartbeat like mine. There's nothing. Nothing at all. I shake my head. There must be a mistake! If only I'd gotten to him in time. If I'd let Jane go and not held her back.

Then he wouldn't be dead.

"Please Loki," My voice is raw and raspy. "Say something."

Thor rises from Loki's side and begins to move away, taking Jane's hand.

"Where are you going!" I scream at him. "You can't just leave him there to rot!"

My cries are silent to them, for I am nothing but an illusion. A masterpiece of trickery. So why aren't I fading? Why am I still here? It's not fair! I should be the one fading away, not him. Not him.

My fingers curl around a rock and I fling it at Thor. It falls feebly to the grounds yards away from where they walk. They don't even glance back. There's no use trying to change Thor's mind anyways. He's made his decision. So I turn back to my creator. My Loki.

I fall next to him in despair. "I love you," I whisper.

The words release a new phase of tears. These ones are softer, gentler, like baby flowers in spring bloom. These tears are more accepting of the path Loki's fate has taken. I can feel myself gradually giving up on him. I can feel him slipping out of my grasp.

Sitting against his cold, unmoving figure, I feel small. Alone. Defenseless against the rest of the world. My body is numb, frozen at what lays before me. I run a hand through his dark hair, sniffling and sighing.

"Say something," I plead quietly one last time. "Don't leave me. Come back. Stay."

My words are lost to him. He hears nothing.

I do not know how long I sit there – though the sun begins to lower, kissing farewell to the earth with its last rays of light. My face is crusty from my dry tears, my body covered in blood and dirt. Though my body is aching and I long to sleep, I won't let myself lose sight of Loki. I won't let him go.

A soft crunching from behind me makes me turn. An Asgardian. He wears a prideful gold helmet, and a matching cape hangs from his back. A large spear is fitted in his hands. He moves towards me, gripping my arm with startling authority and pulling me off Loki's body.

I start to protest as he drags Loki's body away. The Asgardian glares at me and orders me to be quiet, ignoring my demands. Then I stop, realizing something that makes my heart stop all together.

"You…you can see me."

"Of course I can see you!" He spits, dropping Loki's body on the ground. I run to him, wiping the mud off of Loki's face.

"Be careful!" I tell the man. "He doesn't deserve to be treated like dirt."

The fading sun glints off of the Asgardian's helmet and he raises a thick brow. "Come with me."

"What? No."

"Come with me," He growls and then grabs my around the waist, carrying me away from Loki's body. I flail, kicking and screaming but this man is strong.

"Let go of me!" I cry. "Put me down! Bring me back to him!"

Helplessly, I reach my hands out toward my creator's body, seeing his body fade away in the distance as I'm pulled further away. Thrashing and screaming, I cry out in loss. "Loki!"

The Asgardian does not put me down. How dare he take me away! How dare he leave Loki alone! I turn my head, and try reaching for his staff. He jerks my hand away and throws me to the ground. I scramble to my feet.

"Behave yourself Auzreha!"

I freeze. "You know my name."

He huffs. "Have you not learned anything from my trickery?"

"What?" I stare at this man, unable to comprehend what's happening. I fidget, brushing my matted hair behind my ears.

"Look at me," He barks.

I do. And I gasp.

Beneath the gold armour and burly features, those blue eyes peer out at me. I see a ring of green shine around the man, and I know exactly who it is. My knees wobble – I can barely stand. I gape at him, hardly able to form any words to say. Not understand how this is possible. Finally, I'm able to choke out one word.

"Liar."

Loki cocks his head. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, liar."

He ambles forward, dragging the staff in the dirt. "You should be grateful for what I did."

"For faking your death? For deceiving us and causing so much pain?" I raise my hands up in surrender. "Why do you insist on ruining everyone who's ever loved you? You lied to us. We thought you dead!"

"Did you mourn?" He asks sarcastically, fully knowing the answer already.

"We all did," I spit.

"Good."

Okay, that's it. I pull my arm back, and then slap him. Hard across the cheek. Loki stumbles back, mouth hung open in angry shock. I smile down at my hand.

"Jane was right. That did feel really good."

Loki gazes at me coldly, the silence spreading between us. And then he smiles. Laughs.

"Oh, what now?" I ask. I will never understand him. Never understand the chaos inside of his heart.

"Come," He orders, steering me towards the sunset. "Let us go and make our visit."

This chapter was very emotional for me to write, because of the intensity and power the scene has in the movie. It gets me every time. I actually cried a little as I was writing Loki's death hahah

Some of you may be wondering why Auzreha reacted the way she did after finding out that Loki faked his death. Why didn't she respond more joyous and grateful? Well, I pictured myself in her shoes and thought how I would react once I learned that someone I literally watched die and held in my arms as they took their last breath, was actually alive and they faked it all... I would be angry. And yes, happy. But pretty angry.

One last thing: Auz's full name, Auzreha, is pronounced Oz-Ree-Uh. Just in case you were wondering;)